Fantasy The Trail We Blaze (Masked&Michi)

[Michi]

Sighing as he finished the last of the meat he turned his back to the door and the bucket. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he was going to let them keep him in this prison for much longer. He couldn't take it. The isolation was ridiculous. Of course that was probably because he'd eaten one of them. When the human returned. He was certainly persistent.

Whatever you think being here is going to achieve, it's not. You're wasting your time. Curling back up, he threw his tail back over his face and closed his eyes. He was tired of staring at these fucking spike covered walls. In a way having the human in here was worse. It was annoying because he was now able to keep track of the fact that it was a different day, and if he was going to do this on a daily basis it was just going to show Orris that he was here longer than he thought.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill breathed out a sigh when he heard the dragon's thoughts. This one certainly seemed to be quite the troublemaker. He kind of just wanted to let the dragon out and watch as he flew away, never to be seen again. Though that'd just get him in trouble and he really didn't need to be lectured by the higher ups and put under surveillance. That was not very appealing so he scratched that option off the list.

The minutes seemed to stretch out longer than before. However, that was probably only because he really wanted to leave. Time seemed to go slower whenever he wanted it to go faster and vice versa. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he deemed that enough time has passed. The sounds of footsteps in the hallway also seemed to have decreased so that was a bonus. Mihill stood up, grabbed the bucket, and left the room without even looking at the dragon who frustrated him so.

 

[Michi]

The time passed so slowly! Ugh he was losing his mind. His stomach rumbled, but no longer with hunger. Unfortunately for him, this tiny windowless room, was also bathroomless. Standing up he paced slowly around the room trying to think of anything different. Because he honestly did not want to be trapped in sealed room with the smell of his own bowl movement. In the middle of his pacing, the door opened and he turned to see not that human with food.

Instead it was men in metal, who had come to taunt him. And being as impulsive as he was, Orris reacted in the most reasonable way he could. The dragon, turned around facing away from the door lifted his tail and let loose.

As good as that felt, to have the humans groaning and slamming the door. It was a very... very... very short lived victory. The smell filled the room and he trued to move as far away as he could. The only reprieve from his self induced personal hell, was the fact that he could hear humans in the hall coughing and gagging as the smell slipped under the door as well. As terrible as this situation was for all parties involved, he felt a tiny bit better and slightly more amused.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill spent the rest of the day in his room with his books. He was very content to just forget about reality and be drawn into the fictional world that was introduced to him. He only left the room to go to the bathroom and to have dinner with some other tamers. It almost felt like everything was back to normal but he knew that it wasn't. If it was normal then he'd be hearing Lazial's voice and see that familiar sly smirk.

The next day he got up and grabbed an apple for breakfast. It was early so there were not as many guards active as he ventured underground. He felt dread start to blossom inside him as he drew closer to the room that was alarmingly becoming familiar. The smell was horrid and he greatly wished for it to not be what he thought it was. However, when he opened the door and took one look at the room he felt that hope shatter. He quickly shut the door with a groan and stalked off to get the necessary cleaning supplies.

Mihill soon came back with a cloud of gloom hanging over his head, dragging along the supplies needed to clean the dragon's room. He shoved the door open, dragged the stuff in, and slammed the door closed. He grumpily went about cleaning the room as swiftly and efficiently as possible for he was not a slacker when it came to another's needs.

 

[Michi]

He had returned again. This time without any food. But Orris was pleased by his initial reaction none the less. When he came back with things to clean up Orris sat up and watch him with a smirk. Is this part of your job? You know, if you'd just let me out, this could have been avoided. There was a hint of sass in his tone as he peered at the male and watched him. Finally he stood up and stretched out a bit.

Tell you what. If you let me go. I won't eat you. You can pretend like I tried to kill you. Or I can even try and make it seem more convincing. He needed to get out of this damn room. He swore the smell would remain in his nose until the day he died. It had to have been sitting in there with him for hours. His clear blue eyes watching the human before him as he cleaned the pile that had been almost as large as he was.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill wrinkled his nose as he went about his task. He wanted nothing more then to not do this but he had no choice. It'd be cruel to leave the dragon with this stench for a long period of time. He himself certainly wouldn't appreciate being in a dirty environment for even a minute. He knew Lazial would've been throwing a fit if there was even a speck of dust in his room since he was a very clean being.

He scowled at hearing the dragon's thoughts once more. Could he not clean in peace and quiet? Apparently not. It even seemed like the dragon was using the situation to his advantage with how he was trying to convince Mihill to let him free. Unfortunately, he had no plan on letting the dragon escape while he was the tamer assigned.

"Sorry but no," he said without glancing in the dragon's direction. "I'll get in trouble regardless of how it happens." He was not projecting his thoughts to the dragon since that was what he did with Lazial. He refused to do something with this dragon that he did with Lazial. He did not want something so special to be done with this stubborn, infuriating dragon.

 

[Michi]

Then I suggest you leave and don't bother with returning. He tired of being in this building. Orris was getting restless. He wasn't going to allow himself to slip into a depression over this. This was all temporary. He would be free soon. He just needed to be smart.

He could play nice. He only needed to play nice long enough to get outside. Once outside he'd be free. He could leave. He could escape, open his wings and fly away. But he wouldn't be able to with this human. No he needed one who would be easier to manipulate. Unless. This one could be. If he was smart, he could possibly convince the human to let him go. He just had to figure out how.

 

[MaskedCat]

"Not happening," Mihill muttered as he continued to clean the room. There was no way him asking the higher ups to assign him to a different dragon would go well. He knew without a doubt that his proposal would be rejected within a second. He was assigned to this dragon for a reason whatever that may be. However, the fact that this dragon ate someone before certainly made him suspicious of the higher ups intentions.

He went about cleaning the room, making sure that it was spotless. He decided to not only clean the part of the room that was the mess and instead went about the whole room. After what felt like hours he finally finished cleaning and dragged all of the cleaning supplies out of the room with a tired groan. He put those supplies away and got another bucket full of meat for that dragon. He managed to avoid the guards as usual and shut the door behind him.

He set the bucket down in the middle of the room, spared the dragon a glance, and left the room. He decided to wait outside the room this time instead of leaving since he had no desire to have lunch just yet.

 

[Michi]

When the human left he shrugged and waited. He would be back. It wasn't a full day unless he left and returned at least four times a day it seemed. Sure enough he did return later with another bucket of that gross damn meat. I don't want these dead things, human. This is gross. I'm not eating it. He reached out, pushing the bucket away. The metal scraped across the floor loudly as it was moved towards the door. I don't eat dead things. I'm not like you where I need my food killed for me before I can eat it.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill soon became aware of a loud scrapping noise in the room. Frowning, he slowly went back into the room and his gaze rested on the dragon and untouched bucket of meat. He only caught the last of the dragon's thoughts, however, he was able to see that the dragon wished to have something more...alive. Lazial shared the same preference for hunting his own prey but he did not see how he could let the dragon do the same thing.

He could always arrange for the dragon to be taken to the arena-like room that was located in the underground. That room was primary used to let sick dragons to hunt their own prey in a safe environment. It'd take a lot to get the guards to allow such a thing since everyone seemed to have something against the dragon. However, he really did not feel like arguing with the dragon about eating the meal that was given to him.

"...Don't expect much," Mihill sighed. He quickly left the room and stopped a nearby guard. He demanded to see the one in charge so he could see about arranging a hunt for that dragon.

 

[Michi]

When the human left one more Orris gave a quiet laugh. Maybe this human was a little easier to manipulate than he had thought. Was he going to go try to bring him a cow? That would have been hilarious to watch, especially since he was underground, and cows did not like going down stairs.

The Captain was sitting at a desk reading over paperwork from the latest capture of a few young dragons. Young dragons were good but bad. They were still impressionable, which made them great for training, but they aged so slowly it would be a couple of decades before any tamers could actually use them to fight with.

He needed to decide if they were going to keep them or not. There was a knock on the door to his office and he looked up from the papers ahead of him. "Enter."

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill followed the guard towards where the man in charge's office was. He ignored the curious glances from anyone who he passed by with his gaze focused ahead. He could not blame them for being curious for it was not everyday that a tamer was escorted to the captain's office unless they were in some sort of trouble. And since he was not detained then it'd make everyone even more curious on the scene.

Mihill thanked the guard and entered the office that belonged to the captain. He took a few steps closer to the desk and decided to be quick about his request. "I'd like to let my assigned dragon the chance to hunt live prey," he bluntly informed. Mihill knew that the chance was slim because his assigned dragon seemed very likely to be aggressive to others, however, he had to try anyway. It'd be a bonus if the dragon became a bit more tolerate towards him too.

 

[Michi]

The captain raised an eyebrow, "Okay. And you're coming to me about this why? Which one's your dragon? You're not one of mine. Who's tamer are you and why are you not asking your captain?"

His attention turned back to the papers in front of him. He'd have to debate on the young dragons a bit more after he had them looked at. If they had potential maybe he'd keep them. If not they'd put them down and move on. He was sure he'd seen the tamer before him before. He wasn't sure when, where or how long ago though. Probably just passing by. He kept a tight hold on his own tamers that were under his command.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill sighed at the questions he was asked. He was hoping to get a simple answer and was disappointed to see that he'd have to stay here longer then a minute or two. "My dragon has yet to announce his name, but I have heard that he ate a tamer before. I was just recently assigned to this one since my...previous partner fell in battle." Mihill swallowed back the lump that formed. "I currently do not belong to a squad."

Tamers and their dragons act as a separate unit on the battlefield with the higher ups acting as their leaders. Only tamers who had yet to be considered fit for battle were assigned to a captain in order to get more experience from those already familiar with battle. Mihill had went through multiple battles with Lazial so he assumed that the higher ups thought that he had no need to be placed under a captain's command again.

 

[Michi]

The Captains face fell as he was informed this slip of a man had been assigned to the dragon that had eaten one of his better vetted tamers. It wasn't often that tamers got eaten. "You're the one who defied my orders to not feed that dragon." He didn't care if this tamer had lost his dragon. It was just a dragon. There were plenty more where that came from.

"That dragon is to remain in that room until I deem him safe enough to not eat any more of my men or until he goes back to his human form that he was in when we brought him here. And he is not supposed to be fed until I say otherwise. If I catch you messing with him, I will report you. I don't care what your orders are. That monster is under my command." He turned in his chair to face the wall away from Mihill. "The answer is no. You're dismissed."

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill scowled at what the man was saying. He was getting the clear impression that this man did not care for dragons which rubbed him the wrong way. They were living beings! They were not just some weapons to be locked up till they were obedient little slaves. Though he knew that no matter how much he disagreed he could not do anything. The higher ups had yet to issue any sort of order that'd let him feed the dragon so he was unable to do anything. It'd be even worse if he got written up since he might be deemed "unstable" or something along the lines. He certainly won't be the first tamer to be less than willing to follow orders after the death of a dragon partner.

Mihill stormed out of the room after the man dismissed him. He was now in an even worse mood than before. He grumbled to himself about the whole situation that irked him as he made his way back to his assigned dragon's room. He opened and slammed the door behind him as he stalked into the room. "Who the hell does that man think I am?!" He seethed. "Trying to order me around like I'm a dog...hah! I'm not so easily swayed."

 

[Michi]

When the human came back in a less than pleasant mood, Orris smirked and cocked his head to the side in mock compassion. Awh, did someone tell you what to do? That must be terrible. I can only imagine. It was entertaining to see the human upset though. Verbal pep talk to himself like he'd gone crazy. I couldn't even pretend to be able to relate to that.

Of course he'd returned. He knew he would. He always did. It was like the human enjoyed his company or something. Which if that were the case, he needed more friends. Or different friends. Human friends. Friends that weren't Orris.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill scowled and shot the dragon an irritated glare. The dragon was not being very subtle with how he mocked him. That just made the taunt even more annoying. "Uh huh, sure," he grumbled as he looked away from the dragon with a huff. He took a deep breath to calm himself down since he really did not want to rant about it all right there and then in front of the dragon. The dragon would no doubt try his best to use stuff against him so he shouldn't provide the ammo.

"Well, you're stuck with 'dead things' for now," he informed as he shot a glance towards the bucket. Did the dragon actually eat or did he leave it untouched? Mihill hoped that the dragon ate it since there was no way he'd be able to appoint a time for the dragon to perform any sort of hunt. The soldiers here seemed really against this dragon though that was probably because he ate a tamer before and was quite defiant.

 

[Michi]

Frowning at the human he scoffed and turned away his head. I'm not eating that slop. It's gross. Do I look like a dog? He smacked his tail against the bucket nearly tipping it over as he turned away from it. What a useless human. Won't let him out. Can't get him living food. I want a different human. You're terrible.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill pinched the bridge of his nose in barely held back anger when the dragon nearly tipped the bucket. He already cleaned the room and really didn't want to clean it again since the dragon knocked his bloody meal all over the place. He knew that it was gross because who in their right mind ate stuff raw? He'd much rather have his food cooked but he knew dragons were of a different opinion to that sort of thing.

He bristled and shot a glare at the dragon. "It's not like I want to be here!" Mihill snapped. "So stop complaining like you're the only one upset with this partnership!"

 

[Michi]

You don't act very upset. You seem to want to spend as much time as you possibly can with me. I tell you to go away, you stay. Orris's clear blue eyes gazing on the male ahead of him. You seem to think that if we were friends, this would be easy. I'm not your friend. I am not a pet. I would rather die than be treated as such. So either let me go, or leave me alone. He needed a human who would be easier to manipulate. Well no, that wasn't true. This human had seemed eager to make him happy. Of course, not now. But in the beginning he had. Orris should have been smarter about this from the start, but he'd been angry and made poor choices. Damn.

 

[MaskedCat]

Mihill huffed at the dragon's thoughts. He was very upset indeed but it wouldn't benefit anyone if he just went around moping all the time. "I don't want to be friends. Tch, who'd be friends with you anyway?" He grumbled the last part as he looked towards the untouched bucket of meat.

"You'll be getting your wish soon since you seem very content to starve," Mihill snapped. Honestly, how could any dragon be this stubborn? He did talk with other tamers and none of them had such problems with their own assigned dragon. Though they were usually assigned to the more...well-behaved dragons. Then again, any dragon would seem well-behaved when compared with this one.

 

[Michi]

Orris had friends! He had plenty of friends. Dragon friends who lived and fought beside him. His eyes turned to slits once more. Well then just leave and let me starve. I'm tired of being trapped in this damn room and if you are unable to find a way to get me out, I will find another human who will.

How he would do that, he wasn't exactly sure. The other humans didn't come into the room. And most of them couldn't communicate with him in his dragon form. He could always go to his human form. Attempt to sweet talk someone passing by as long as it wasn't a guard. Work his charm and get someone to let him out. He'd need to make a plan. A well thought out plan if this was going to work.

 

[MaskedCat]

"Good luck with that," Mihill snorted. "You'd probably eat them before anything can be done." He stalked towards the door of the room. He didn't have to deal with this nonsense. If the dragon wanted to starve himself then so be it. The captain had made it very clear that he shouldn't feed the dragon so he just as well do that. It'd certainly help him to not get in trouble too.

Mihill opened and slammed the door shut behind him as he left, leaving the dragon alone. He briskly walked down the hallway with his footsteps being a bit heavier than usual. He ignored the soldiers he passed and continued on his way till he was out of the underground place and outside.

He'll be back when he didn't feel so frustrated.

 

[Michi]

When the human left Orris spent his time listening to the steps outside. Lots of metal. Occasionally a lighter foot could be heard outside, but never any without metal nearby. How was he supposed to convince a human to help him if there were guards everywhere. Hours passed. The guards shifts changed multiple times. He wasn't sure how many times, he was getting hungry again though. His stomach rumbled, as he looked at the empty bucket that remained in the room.

He spent his time awake listening for his chance and when he wasn't awake he was trying to sleep. Too much time was passing. Why was no one coming for him yet? Did they not know he was here? How long had he been trapped? Where the hell were the regular humans?!