Fantasy The Trail We Blaze (Masked&Michi)

[Michi]

Orris

Age: 68
Eyes: Clear blue​

Appearance​

Human Form

Dragon Form

Thin, but athletic in build. He stands at five foot nine inches tall and appears around his mid-to-late twenties. Wavy, dark brown hair falls to his shoulders loosely when he is in this form. A dark blue dragon shaped mark, the same color as his wings, winds it's way across his back, over his right shoulder and the tip of the tail rests at the base of his neck. The tell tale sign of a dragon, but luckily enough a place easily hidden without much worry when he does need to take his human form.

Stands eight feet, nine inches tall from the ground to the tips of his horns, with a wingspan of seventeen feet from end to end. Hard scales in various shades of blue depending on the light, with a beige underbelly, cover all fifteen feet nine inches of his body from snout to tail. Seven inch long spikes decorate his spine from the base of his skull to the end of his tail. Aside from the age deceleration and the flight, he is able to produce venom when he wants and has a poisonous bite.

MaskedCat , Starting the thread for the rp here!​

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill Terrowin

Age
21
Family
Besse Terrowin(Mother)
Jasce Terrowin(Father)

Appearance
Honestly, his picture pretty much covers it all.​

 

[MaskedCat]

( Michi Here you go!)
Mihill Terrowin was absolutely devastated. The source of his overwhelming sadness was the letter clenched in his trembling hands. "Why so soon...?" His voice wavered as tears blurred his vision, falling down his pale cheeks one by one. He understood that there was a war going on between his kingdom and the other one, however, did the higher ups really have to assign him to a new dragon barely three days after his previous partner was slain in battle?

His partner for many years, Lazial, had a gorgeous shade of blue scales he had ever seen. The dragon had a slender yet powerful build and always had that haughty look in his glittering blue eyes. Mihill could still remember when he was first assigned to the prideful dragon. Still only a teenager and hopelessly shy around the extremely vain creature. Their training had its ups and downs during the first few weeks, but it slowly improved as they got to know each other.

He could still remember those conversations he shared with Lazial whenever the dragon decided to assume his human form. They had become the best of friends during those moments together despite the dragon stubbornly saying otherwise. However, that was all taken away at the battle still so fresh in his memory.

The battle had started out like any other battle Mihill and Lazial had participated in. He had worked with his partner and weaved through the battlefield with the dragon striking down whoever dared to take aim at them. Slowly, the battle was shifting in his kingdom's favor and everything seemed so well when it happened.

A dragon, larger and bulkier than Lazial, appeared from the midst and tackled Mihill's surprised partner to the ground. He had tried to go and help his best friend, but that dragon's tamer got in his way and held him off with superior swordsmanship that left him scrambling to defend himself. The fight seemed to have lasted for hours and hours when help finally arrived to drive off the enemy dragon and tamer.

But it was too late. Mihill's partner laid still on the bloodied ground. Once shining scales now dull with crimson blood that soaked everything in his vision. Mihill did not remember much of what happened after seeing Lazial's fallen form and feeling their bond shatter into a thousand pieces, but he later heard from his comrades that he had fainted right there and then.

Mihill choked back a sob as he came back to the present, forcing himself away from memories stained with blood. He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand as he stood up from his bed. The words written on the letter he had received stated that he was to be assigned to another dragon that day as soon as possible. He hated the thought of replacing Lazial with another dragon, but he had no choice. He had to obey whatever orders he was given and right now he was ordered to have a new partner.

Mihill stuffed the letter in the back pocket of his pants and exited his assigned room in the barracks.

 

[Michi]

The room was cramped and horrid. Thick, four foot long spikes protruding from every angle of the room; with the intention of keeping him contained. But all it was doing was making him angrier. He was ready to kill. How could they stick him in a windowless room with spikes? It would take more than that to break him. He didn't know how many day's it had been, but every time that little window on the door opened he wanted to bite the heads off the humans who thought it was funny to taunt him. But that was fine, good things come to those who wait... right?

Orris was hatched in the wild, off the side of a cliff by the ocean. Like most families, he had a mother and a father who loved him unconditionally even when he proved to be a burden of a butt-head like most children were. Orris had always been a feisty child, loving nothing more than the feeling of the wind beneath his wings, and the water rushing over his scales. He wasn't able to successfully take his human form until he reached the ripe old age of twenty-three human years, which made him almost 8 in dragon years. It wasn't an easy task, and it was actually quite painful the first few times. Finally, he was able to take the form with very few issues; but in all honesty he hated it. He wouldn't understand until much later why any dragon would want to take the form of a human.

They came years later, burning down trees and the nearby dragon community. Humans. Riding on horses, and some in the sky on dragons of all things. Humans, making dragons turn on their own kind. That had been the last time he'd seen his parents. In the chaos that ensued, he wasn't sure where his parents had disappeared to, but when all the fires finally died down, and the last of the human army left, Orris climbed out of his hiding spot and stared at the destruction that the humans had caused. Everyone and everything was gone.

He spent the next few months, wandering and hunting in the area surrounding his home, in the hopes that someone would return. They did not. Finally, he left, to find someone, anyone, who could help him. And a few weeks later he had found a small wandering group of dragons. They reminded far away from human villages, in caves, and forests. Sometimes the mountains.

Years passed, and he slowly began to forget his parent's faces. Decades went by and finally he could barely remember anything about his home aside from the fact that the ocean was nearby and Humans had destroyed it. This was all he needed to fuel his hatred for humans. The knowledge that humans had destroyed his home and taken away his family. He used those scarce memories and hatred to remind himself no matter what, humans were the real monsters here.

More time passed, and he left his adopted group as he got older, they were just interested in a quiet life, but Orris had found a group looking to fight back. For freedom, for the future, so that the dragons to come could live peacefully without the fear that at any moment they could be snatched away. This was perfect, just what he needed a chance to get back at them. To fight them. That was where he decided to spend the rest of his life. Fighting for what's right.

And now he was in a damn cage, waiting to eat something. He knew what they were trying to do. They were trying to weaken him into moving to his human form, but they would never see it. He would sooner impale himself on these spikes that so uglily adorned the walls of his prison. All he needed was for one of them to walk in, he would eat them without a second thought. He would be more than happy to die for his cause, but starvation was not the way he wanted to go. No he wanted to go in a blaze of glory, if only he could breathe fire. He'd burn the entire building down, and fly away from the rubble laughing heartily at the fall of the human kingdom.

Yes, his hatred was what motivated him to keep going. As time passed he got hungrier and hungrier. He went from pacing the room as much as he could without walking into the spikes at every turn of the room. To sitting staring at the door, awaiting them to open it. All he needed was the smallest window of opportunity and he would burst out of here, he could escape, he knew he would. He was smarter than these humans. Even if they had managed to best him this time; Orris would have his revenge.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill took his sweet time walking to where the underground holding cells for untamed dragons were. The reason why it was all located underground was to help make sure that escape would be extremely difficult for any bold dragons. That labyrinth was also used when dragons fell ill so the illness wouldn't spread to the healthy ones. It'd be such a shame to those higher ups if their best weapons in the war ended up not being fit to battle. Those people always did their best to make sure that the army had enough dragons paired with a tamer in order to have the illusion of being strong.

The young man sighed as the echoes of his footsteps filled the silence. He walked down the spiraling stone staircase into one of the many halls, this one the closest one to the surface. In fact, some of the rooms here faced the cliff that the barracks were built on so he supposed it might be possible some of them had windows. Though he had rarely ever went down this hallway before so he could not be too sure. The last time he was here was when Lazial had fallen down with a rather common sickness that was quickly cured within a few days. He chuckled softly at the memories of the dragon complained about how unattractive he looked with such dull scales.

Mihill blinked to adjust to the dim lighting when he came to a stop in front of a numbered door. The letter in his pocket had stated that the dragon he was now assigned to was behind this one. He quickly looked up and down the hallway, noting two guards who were lazily patrolling, and glanced back at the door.

He really didn't want to go in there. He didn't want to look at a dragon who he was expected to tame. He didn't want another partner. All he wanted was Lazial back. Mihill would give anything to have the vain dragon back with him, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just human. He couldn't turn back time to help his best friend cheat death. All he could do was live in the present instead of the past no matter how much he despised it. He especially despised how unfair life was.

Mihill slowly exhaled and steeled himself. He stepped forward and flipped the lock to unlock the door. He paused for a split second before opening the door and taking a step into the room where his newly assigned dragon is supposed to be.

 

[Michi]

Orris was laying down, he had just begun to drift off to sleep when the door opened. His head raised and he moved as quickly as his confined space would allow to stand and turn slightly. I swear, if they don't have food, I'm going to eat every single one of them. The thought passed through his mind as he took in the sight before him. It was simply a human child. Was this an offering?

Standing up as tall as he could, his clear blue eyes taking in the human before him. Well he wasn't much of a meal. He would have rather had one of those muscular morons that patrolled the halls. But he could make due with this human. Lowering his head a bit, a growl rumbled from his throat. They probably didn't intend for him to eat this person, but he was hungry and they weren't feeding him. And he was going to make sure they got the message that that was not okay.

He really wanted a cow or two right now though. The thought of cows made his stomach rumble loudly. How long had he even been in here? He couldn't keep track of the days when there were no windows. Felt like it had been weeks, but he knew it was probably closer to days. If it had been weeks he would have been much weaker, probably unable to maintain his larger form if he were too hungry. Though he had never been in that situation before, so he wasn't sure. He hadn't been captured by humans before either. But knowing that this was the sort of torture that every other dragon they caught went through only gave him more of a reason to hate humans. If they had done stuff like this to their people, they wouldn't be very happy about it either.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill had to blink a few times to adjust to the lighting in the room. It barely took him a second to spot the dragon in the small room due to how large it seemed in comparison to its small living quarters. He had to wonder how long this dragon had been done here for since he could already see the typical dullness in scales that were a sign of less than perfect health. Was he given a sick dragon to tame? He did not like that thought much, but it did mean he won't have to go out to battle again with his assigned partner out of commission.

The sound of loud rumbling made Mihill tilt his head in puzzlement. If he wasn't mistaken, that sounded an awful lot like the dragon was hungry. But why would the dragon be hungry? If he or she was really ill than there should have been some people here to nurse the dragon back to health. Unless this was one of those captured dragons. If that was the case then Mihill was really starting to dredge his assignment. It was off to a fairly terrible start thanks to how the people in this place had decided to starve the poor dragon. If they wanted the dragon to fight for them starvation was a poor way to start. That'd just make the dragon despise them even more.

Mihill sighed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and locking it. He swiftly tracked down one of the humming guards and practically demanded for the man to fetch him a large bucket full of raw meat. Though he did not know if the dragon would be able to eat it or not since different types had different diets. But it was a good first step and he could always get other meals for the dragon.

Ten minutes later Mihill now had a rather heavy bucket of raw meat. He gasped in the effort it took to haul it back over to the door and pushing it open with his hip. But he somehow managed to do that and, soon enough, he was back in the room with his new charge. The bucket was large and wide enough for the dragon to eat directly out of it so Mihill carefully step the bucket on the ground and backed away from it. He did not wish to be too close for starving dragons could be quite protective of their food.

 

[Michi]

He watched the human as he stared at him, his gaze piercing as he focused on the man before the man left the room. Well, that was exciting. Why had he even come in then, he didn't say anything. He'd just looked him over and left. So he'd disturbed his sleep for nothing? With a huff, he turned back around laying down once more. If any of them came back in here, and they didn't have a cow with them, he was going to eat them.

Curling his tail around himself and laying his head down once more, he closed his eyes and nodded off once more only to be disturbed again. This time he growled without even picking up his head. Though, something caught his attention rather quickly. There was a smell filling the room and his head shot up as he looked over his shoulder. The same human was back but this time he had a large metal thing with what smelled like food, but looked terrible.

Once the metal container was set down and the human backed up, Orris peered at the man and growled. Is this some sort of joke? Here's a large thing of dead animals. He didn't want dead animals. He wanted live ones. How dare they take the fun out of eating. But his stomach rumbled again louder this time. He moved slowly still watching the male, as he stood and turned to face the bucket.

There was rapid movement outside of the room before the door opened once more, "No! The commander said no one is to feed it yet! What are you doing?!" Another human burst through the door shouting, this one was covered in armor, brandishing a spear with others behind him holding the same.

Excuse you? A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he stuck a hand into the bucket of meat protectively. He was going to eat them. They seemed to be more delicious than the container of dead creatures but it had been given to him and he was not going to give it up easily.

The soldiers began filing into the small room, "Take it away from him. He's not allowed to eat yet." The soldier demanded of Mihill waving his spear at the bucket threateningly. Of course the men in the metal probably stood a better chance than the rider, but he didn't want to risk any more of his men for this creature. He'd already lost three, and the dragon rider that was part of his own little battalion.

In response Orris gave a loud roar snapping his teeth at the men. They were not taking the food away from him, his head lowered protectively over it before sticking his face into the container and taking a few bites of the meat. I will eat every single one of you.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill stood still while carefully watching the dragon's movements. He wanted to be prepared in case the dragon decided he'd be a better meal than the raw meat in the bucket. He may miss Lazial greatly but he did not wish to meet him again by being eaten by a dragon. He was pretty sure that his deceased partner will never let him forget that detail either if they did end up meeting again.

He jumped, startled, when the door suddenly opened and a man in a suit of armor entered the room. He narrowed his eyes when more entered and the first one started to order him around. He looked back at the dragon who was growling and looked back at the soldier. They must think that he was stupid if they thought he'd just willingly walk up to a starving dragon and try to take its food away. Especially without any form of protection.

"No, I will not be taking his food away," Mihill shook his head. At least he now knew the gender of the dragon thanks to the solder. "I have been assigned to this dragon to tame and I will do it my way without any interference. And the first step is making sure he is well-fed so he won't try to bite my head off."

He produced the letter of his assignment from his pocket to show it off and prove his claim. Only other tamers could somewhat interfere with what a tamer does with their charge, but only to a certain extent. The higher ups were the only ones with absolute authority and they were the ones to partner him with this dragon. These soldiers had no right to try to order him around like he was a dog.

 

[Michi]

The soldier had opened his mouth to say something in return to the tamer who was attempting to defy his orders, a dragon tamer, defying his orders! He snatched the paper out of Mihill's hand to read it over. His was disturbed though, by the clang of the metal bucket smacking against the spikes, bouncing back off and narrowly missing his men. There was a growling noise and he turned to see the dragon baring his teeth at them his shoulders high but his head stooping low.

Orris glared at the men threateningly, not caring that they were all shoving spears in his face in an attempt to make him back up. He didn't though. His response was to grab the closest spear with his teeth and yank it out of the human's grip, knocking him into the men beside him as he waved the end of the spear around knocking another off of his feet, before biting the spear and snapping it in half. He stepped forward as the men all rushed back towards the door and he turned his attention to the man who wasn't dressed in metal.

Tame? TAME?! Oh he was in for a world of hurt if he believed he was going to be able to tame Orris. He was no pet, and he would never be a pet. Snapping his teeth at Mihill, he growled at the man angrily. He was not going to let them tame him ever. He thought they would have gotten the idea with the last one that he had eaten. He wasn't sure how long it had been since then though. They had stopped bringing him food after that though.

"Yeah good luck with that one. He ate Ephraim." Of course that was not common knowledge. They didn't try to advertise that sort of thing when it came to the newer dragons. It wasn't uncommon for tamers to fall prey to the wild dragons, but it wasn't exactly common either. They went under very strict training before they were allowed to interact. Tamers were not very easy to find. "Don't you worry none. I'll make sure the commander hears about this. But until the commander gives the clear for him to eat, my men will stop you from feeding it." He turned his attention to the dragon as he stuffed the paper into the neck of his armor and turned, walking away down the stone hall at a brisk pace.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill was not in the best of moods and he would be all too happy to take it out on the soldier in front of him. Long since was gone the person he used to be who would have never dreamed of defying the intimidating soldier, but his time spent with Lazial had changed him. He would've never survived being Lazial's partner if he remained being that shy boy who jumped at every sound. Lazial had completely taken advantage of him till he learned to actually say "no" and not do everything he was told.

The sound of metal clashing against metal drew his attention away from the soldiers and unto the very angry dragon. He took a few quick steps away from the soldiers when the dragon started to snap furiously at them. It seemed like he had his work cut out for him judging by how anger-filled this dragon was. Mihill took an automatic step back again when the dragon turned his attention on him. He really didn't want to get eaten which was why he was keeping his distance from the dragon. He'd probably stay quite the distance away from the dragon till he was sure that he wouldn't get killed.

When he was told that the dragon ate someone Mihill nearly groaned. He held back the frustrated sound though since he didn't want to give the soldier the satisfaction that he was not pleased with how events had turned out. He pressed his lips in a thin line as he watched the soldier stalk out of the room with the others trailing behind, leaving him alone with the dragon. He snorted at the thought of simply not feeding his newly assigned dragon just because he was told not to. He'd sneak food in if it came to that, but he won't let the dragon starve.

Mihill looked back at the dragon and frowned, wondering how he was supposed to go around this. Lazial was never this murderous towards humans and had instead resorted to trickery to get his way. He obviously couldn't use what he did with Lazial with this dragon since he had changed since that time and this wasn't Lazial.

"Listen, I would much rather not be here but I am," Mihill slowly began. "From here on now I will feed you regardless of what those soldiers say." He did not believe in "taming" since dragons could easily become the enemy in the span of a second. He knew that there were some tamers who bent their dragons will to their every beck and call but that was not how he operated. He believed it was all about the bond a tamer shares with their dragon partner.

 

[Michi]

The corners of his mouth lifted as he bared his teeth at the human. He didn't care what that human had to say, he was never going to be like those others they had seen with humans riding on their backs, attacking their own kind at the orders of the humans. He was no pet, and he would never be a pet. He would die before a human rode on his back like he was some damn horse.

Locking eyes with him he furrowed his brow and glared a single thought coming through loud and clear. The moment that human touched him, he was going to eat him. Just like he had the last one they'd sent to try to tame him; and any other human who thought they'd try to do the same. Finally; he turned his back to the human, picking up a scrap of the meat that had been hanging against one of the spikes on the wall with his teeth. Laying down, he gnawed on the piece of flesh, chewing on it. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as live meat, but it was food at least.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill sighed when the dragon seemed content to ignore him. This partnership was starting off rather rocky and it appeared that it could only go down from here instead of up. Why was he assigned to such a dragon? Couldn't the higher ups have assigned him to a more peaceful dragon or not assigned him at all? He was perfectly happy to just continue mourning in his room but instead here he was. Facing a dragon who could kill him without any sort of regret.

He scowled lightly at the vicious thought that the dragon was projecting. Mihill did not have to be told to keep his distance since he was very well aware of what dragons were capable of. He warily watched the dragon as he moved over to pick up the bucket that was thrown. He checked to make sure that the bucket was actually empty before picking it up since he did not want to provoke the dragon who also occupied the room.

He huffed as he carried the metal bucket over to the door and shoved it out of the rom after he opened the door. He closed the door once more and leaned against it, sliding down to the floor. A good second step, after making sure that the dragon was fed, was spending time together. Mihill decided to spent maybe an hour in the dragon's presence as a way so the other will get used to him and maybe feel less inclined to kill him. Though that seemed rather unlikely.

 

[Michi]

When the human had left the room, Orris rolled onto his side glaring at the wall covered in spikes as if it had offended him. How long had he even been in here? He missed being out in the open. Flying around with the wind beneath his wings. He missed the sunlight. He had to get out of here as soon as the opportunity arose.

He remained quit, nibbling on the meat tensely until he felt the human's presence fade away. He couldn't believe he was stuck in this situation. He couldn't remember how he'd even been caught, it was alll fuzzy. He gave a snort as he laid his head down on the ground once again and closed his eyes.

His dreams were filled with flying, out in the open sky, his wings stretched wide to their full ledge, the trees and water passing below. He was free again! Free! Not a human in sight for miles. He dreamed of flying over the ocean, his feet dragging along the top of water, the tips of his wings tapping against the water with each stroke. The sunlight warmed his back, the breeze caressed his body. It was wonderful, and then it was over and he awoke to stare at the fucking spike decorated stone walls once again.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill passed the hour by looking back at fond memories of him and Lazial. He will forever miss the dragon who was his best friend and always regret not being able to save him. The dragon he was assigned to will never be Lazial nor would he ever be able to replace him. He knew that Lazial wouldn't have wanted him to be moping around so much, but he couldn't help it.

Once he was sure that the hour was up he left the room. He ignored the guards and made his way aboveground, feeling the fading sunlight all around him. Mihill quickly made his way back to his room in the part of the barracks that was dedicated to the dragon tamers. He said short hellos to his fellow tamers when he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen, most of them tiptoeing around him due to his partner's demise. He gratefully sighed once he shut the door of his room behind him, leaving him alone in his room.

He ate the apple he took from the kitchen as he read one of the novels he had. Lazial had enjoyed listening to him read his books out loud so it was instinct to voice the words that were printed on the page. Though there was no one to listen to him now and never again. He swallowed back the lump that formed in his throat and closed the book, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He had enough reading for the day and decided to go to sleep.

Mihill placed the book back down on the wooden desk and quickly changed into his nightclothes. He always woke up early so he should have no problem sneaking food past the guards for that dragon. He yawned as he climbed into his bed and closed his eyes. Sleep did not come as easily as usual, but he eventually did go to the dream land. Too bad that those dreams consisted of memories that involved a certain dragon.

Mihill woke up feeling sad, the morning light shining through his window. He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, but he had to get up if he was going to be able to give the dragon he was assigned to something to eat. He reluctantly changed into his daily outfit, pulled on his fingerless gloves he sometimes wore, and was out the door. He grabbed an apple to snack on as he walked towards the entrance to the underground.

Mihill was able to slip past the sleepy guards and got another metal bucket full of raw meat. The dragon did not seem to be happy at the sight of the meal, but he did eat it so that had to count for something. He somehow managed to drag the heavy bucket to the door that led to the dragon without anyone trying to stop him. Mihill huffed, tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, and opened the door.

"Breakfast!" Mihill announced as he dragged the bucket into the room, closing the metal door behind him. He set the bucket down and stepped away from it in favor of leaning against the wall. He slid down to the ground much like yesterday, content to just sit there in silence.

 

[Michi]

When the human returned the following day with yet another unappealing looking bucket of meat, Orris stared at him. Well at least he knew it was morning, but Orris was not a pet that was to be fed and kept in a cage. Regardless of what this man thought.

The bucket remained untouched as he stared at the human, his gaze full of disdain. Why didn't he drop off the food and leave? Did he seriously think they were going to be friends? The room was silent, the food untouched. The muffle sound of footsteps passed occasionally outside of the door.

He was hungry, even if the contents of that bucket looked as if someone had thrown a bunch of scraps into it. He was not going to eat until that human was gone though. He didn't like having him around, and he didn't like this human any more than any of the other humans in this place. He would eat them all if he felt like he stood a chance of actually getting out of this place.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill soon became aware of the fact that the dragon wasn't eating. He raised a brow as he looked between the bucket of meat and the dragon. The dragon had no trouble eating yesterday but he seemed sort of reluctant today. Was there something wrong with the meat? He had taken it straight from the room that operated as the "kitchen" and knew that there wasn't any hint of poison or something in it. Unless the dragon did not like red meat and probably only ate it since he was starving.

"Great, I have a picky eater," Mihill grumbled as he pushed himself to his feet. He grumpily grabbed the handle of the bucket and headed for the door. He took a second to wait till he was sure that there were no footsteps before exiting the room. It only took him about six or seven minutes to get a new bucket that was full of different kinds of fish. There were some dragons whose diet consisted of seafood so this dragon might also prefer fish over red meat.

Mihill quickly walked back to the room, ducking out of sight whenever he saw a guard, and opened the door. He shut the door behind him and set the bucket down near the middle of the room. He backed away to stand near the wall while keeping his gaze on the dragon. He wanted to see if the change to seafood really was the solution to the dragon's refusal to eat.

 

[Michi]

He continued to watch the human until he grumbled about Orris being a picky eater. There was a small smile inside of him that wouldn't show on his face when the human began to leave, though he wasn't very happy that he was taking the food with him. He had just gotten comfortable when the door reopened and he gave a huff. What now?

Turning to face the door once again his head pulled back at the sight of the fish, ew. That was worse than the bucket of meat. What the hell? The smell was slowly filling the room and he turned back away from the bucket. He'd rather have the bucket of meat than that mess. Orris was convinced the human had brought the fish to taunt him, he'd just dreamt of flying over the ocean. This was just to rub the lack of freedom in his face right? He didn't really expect him to eat that.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill groaned when the dragon turned away from the bucket of fish. So the dragon didn't like this meal either? This dragon really was a picky eater. He also seemed very set on making Mihill's life miserable with how uncooperative he was being. This was not going well and it was greatly annoying Mihill. He was already upset about being assigned a new dragon and this attitude certainly wasn't helping the situation in the slightest.

Mhill huffed as he walked back over to the bucket of raw fish. "What will you eat?" He mumbled to himself. The dragon didn't want to eat either the red meat nor the fish. The dragon definitely seemed to be a carnivore so he must just being stubborn. How lovely. He got stuck with the most stubbornness of dragons. No wonder no one was assigned to this one. Not noting the fact that he apparently ate someone before.

 

[Michi]

With a huff, Orris sat up. This had the be the most annoying human in this wretched place. He peered at the creature hatefully, Feeding me is not going to make me like you. Especially not feeding me dead things. How would you like for someone to feed you something that was already dead? Except most humans did eat their things dead already and cooked at that. He didn't understand why they liked that sort of stuff. He personally thought that everything tasted best when it was alive and fresh.

You can go tame your damn self. The thought passed as he turned his head away with a haughty chuff. He had his pride, they would never break him. He only needed to bide his time, he was sure someone would come for him eventually or he would find a way to escape. But he was never going to be a pet like all the rest of the dragons they had brainwashed into their army.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill scowled when the dragon projected his thoughts. Sure having the dragon like him will greatly improve the "training" but he was not focused on that right now. He just wanted the stupid dragon to eat his stupid food! Currently it was not about training and instead it was about feeding the dragon. Making sure the dragon didn't starve to death while technically under his care.

"Just my luck to get assigned to another prideful dragon," Mihill sighed, running a hand through his hair. Well, the dragon seemed to dislike fish more than red meat so he'll have to go back and get that bucket of meat again. He will make sure that the dragon ate even if he had to shove it down the stubborn dragon's throat. Though he hoped it wouldn't come to that since that was a certain death sentence.

 

[Michi]

He just wanted to be left alone. Or better yet let go. Let him just go back to his home. There were people waiting for him. He wanted to be back in his home, in the tree, surrounded by his friends and colleagues. Stretching out on the floor once again he closed his eyes. Maybe if he ignored the human he'd leave again. He really just wanted to go home.

Curling up into a ball, he wrapped his tail over his head. He waited for the human to leave again. He had been right, Orris was a prideful dragon. Damn proud of who and what he was. He was strong. He was brave. And he was trapped in a hole, who knows how far underground. He gave a quiet sigh as his eyes opened up and he blinked a few times staring at the wall before his eyes closed once more and he was back to dreaming about behind up in the sky.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mhill glared at the bucket as if it had wronged him. Though he guessed it kind of did since it didn't hold food that the dragon wanted to eat. But then again that was also his fault for he was the one to fill it with slimy fish. But it was also the dragon's fault for not eating what was given to him. However, that was not logical in the slightest and that was just him being grumpy.

Mihill sighed, grumbled more, and took the bucket with him to change the fish to meat. The dragon ate it yesterday so he will eat it again today. If he didn't then he'd starve and that was starting to seem fine by him. But it wasn't. No living being deserved to starve just because they were intolerable, stubborn pricks.

He returned the room just a few short minutes later with a new bucket filled with red meat. He made sure it was the same as the day before to increase the chance of the dragon actually eating this meal. Mihill huffed once he set the bucket down on the floor of the room. His arms were growing tired of carrying around heavy metal buckets around for what felt like a long time despite it only being some minutes.

He decided to try a different tactic with this bucket of meat. And by that he meant he soon left the room. Mihill had heard from other tamers that their dragons only ate when alone so the same thing might apply to this stubborn dragon. If this didn't work he felt like he was going to scream in frustration.

 

[Michi]

The door opened and closed again, and the smell of fish slowly faded away. And then the door opened and closed again, and good god. If this human didn't leave him alone he was definitely going to eat him. Picking up his head he turned to glare at the man, except he was gone. All that was left was another bucket of meat. He stared at the door for a moment before he rolled over to stare at the bucket.

Reaching out, the bucket scraped across the floor loudly as he pulled it a bit closer. Staring at the bucket for a moment, he stretched out across the floor as much as he could. Rolling around back and forth before he picked up his head and took out a slab of meat from the bucket. Gnawing on it slowly he stared at the ceiling. He didn't know which was worse. The persistence of the male who kept bringing him unappetizing meals, or the isolation of this damn room.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill decided to try and calm his frustration by getting something to eat. He made his way back to the barracks, ignored the guards on his way, and soon entered the building that has been his home for quite some time now. He actually ended up staying there for about an hour since he got caught in a conversation with three other tamers who had also lost their dragon partner(s) throughout their time here. It was both nice and painful to talk about Lazial with others who shared stories of their deceased partners too.

He said goodbye to those tamers and swiftly made his way back to the underground labyrinth. Mihill ignored the soldiers once more and strolled down the twisting hallways till he reached the correct room. He opened and shut the door behind him and quickly looked to see if the stubborn dragon actually ate this time. He was relieved to see that the bucket was empty and made a mental note to vacant the room in the future so the dragon will eat his meal.

There were more soldiers in the hallway this time so he decided to wait till taking the now empty bucket out of the room. Mihill instead took his place sitting against the wall next to the door and waited. He had already spent some minutes in this room already so he did not have to stay for a full hour like yesterday. At least, that was what he told himself in order to leave the room earlier since he did not wish to stay for long.