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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Ishibil's gotten used to fighting the Union with Tao and Takeo on his back. But his magic still doesn't react in the way he expects and. He's seeing two Taos.
Notes: Sooo an anon started talking about wanting the people in the dragon!M-21 verse to meet other people from another dragon verse and. I forgot I have three now? So this is the wrong group meeting up. XD; I'll have the second version up later.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 904
Status: Complete
Ishibil furrowed his eyeridges, inhaling. Where was he? This wasn't his den; there was concentrated magic here, and the scent of wood.
But it smelled of Tao and Takeo.
Exhaling, he opened his eyes, taking in the den around him. It was at least three times bigger than his own, and while his broodmates had carved their den out with their magic, it was essentially a large hole dug out of a mountain.
This den had been created with intent, walls made out of outcroppings holding organised piles between them. One wall had an arch that led outside, showing a lake so large M-21 couldn't see the other side of it, and another wall held a well-lit tunnel that lead further into the den. Even the floor was smooth, like something that had been polished by the continuous waves of a river.
"You're awake!" Tao's familiar voice and then footsteps coming closer.
What they'd been doing last rushed into Ishibil's head and he exhaled, getting to his feet and flexing his wings. Another group of mages had entered his forest, but when he'd attacked them, his magic had interacted with the mages', making an explosion. He would need to somehow find out more about his own magic and why it didn't seem to be same as other dragon magic.
But Tao was fine and-
Ishibil stared.
There were two Taos walking up to him.
One looked like his own Tao, but the other... Ishibil leaned forward and inhaled, scenting them. They smelled like Tao, except the scent was intertwined with the same one that filled the den. It wasn't like the Union mages being overlaid by the scent of the magical object they were using, but it was as if this Tao was part dragon.
And that would explain the three horns sweeping out from under their/his? hair, the tip of one white. Why the ends of their hands were black and clawed.
"Sooo," his Tao said, leaning on Ishibil's scales like he's gotten into a habit of doing, "it seems no matter what dimension me and Takeo are in, we're a mage and an archer, and we get saved by a dragon, heh."
Dimension? Ishibil continued staring at the other Tao.
"We were dying," the other Tao said, with a small smile. Their voice was similar to his Tao's, but a little lower, a little rougher. "We'd annoyed some mages who were killing dragons-" That did sound like something Tao and Takeo would do. "-and as thanks, Frankenstein bound our souls to his, saving us."
Oh. Hm. If his Tao and Takeo needed saving like that, Ishibil doubted he would be able to do the same: his magic seemed to only lean towards attacking and enhancing his healing abilities.
His ears twisted towards the tunnel leading further into the den, hearing the short scrape of claws on stone. Was that-? He turned his head towards it, seeing his Takeo and this dimension's Takeo standing close to it, but his full attention was on the tunnel, wanting to see the other dragon. What did they look like? Would they look like his broodmates, or did dragons look different in this dimension?
Torchlight flickered off gold scales and-
Oh.
Ishibil backed up a step, his eyes widening and his ears flattening. The other dragon was huge, making Ishibil seem like a kit in comparison. No wonder the den was as big as it was; it had to be, to accommodate their size. Their body was more slender than his own, longer too. They had three, thick horns that followed the curve of their skull before they arched out at the back, twisting like waves.
The dragon stopped once they stepped out of the tunnel, and looked at him, rolling their shoulders.
And. What was he supposed to do? He had never met any other dragons other than his broodmates, and it had been so long since he'd seen another dragon, since he'd seen body language he'd been used to, his brain wasn't willing to work.
The other dragon huffed and then, keeping eye contact with him, lowered their head so it was below his.
He flicked his wings out part way, pawing at the ground. Were they-? Should he-?
The other dragon kept their head there, still watching him, and he had to do something. They were waiting for it.
Exhaling a slow breath, he lowered his head as well, making it level with the other dragon's.
They flicked their ears and then stepped closer, bumping their noses together. Ishibil could hear the rumble they were making.
Ishibil started at the touch, surprised, but when they drew back, he closed the distance to nuzzle their snout, rumbling in return, his entire body relaxing.
They briefly pressed foreheads together, and the other dragon said, "Frankenstein."
"Ishibil." He couldn't have stopped the rumble in his chest if he tried. He'd gotten used to not having other dragons as company, but he'd missed this.
"Come," Frankenstein said, turning towards the tunnel they'd just come from, "we have a lot to talk about."
They did? What about? But...Frankenstein was older than him, had to be far more practiced in magic. Maybe they knew how they could get back to their own dimension.
...Maybe they knew what was wrong with his magic, and how to fix it...
"All right." Ishibil followed them into their den.
Summary: Ishibil's gotten used to fighting the Union with Tao and Takeo on his back. But his magic still doesn't react in the way he expects and. He's seeing two Taos.
Notes: Sooo an anon started talking about wanting the people in the dragon!M-21 verse to meet other people from another dragon verse and. I forgot I have three now? So this is the wrong group meeting up. XD; I'll have the second version up later.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 904
Status: Complete
Ishibil furrowed his eyeridges, inhaling. Where was he? This wasn't his den; there was concentrated magic here, and the scent of wood.
But it smelled of Tao and Takeo.
Exhaling, he opened his eyes, taking in the den around him. It was at least three times bigger than his own, and while his broodmates had carved their den out with their magic, it was essentially a large hole dug out of a mountain.
This den had been created with intent, walls made out of outcroppings holding organised piles between them. One wall had an arch that led outside, showing a lake so large M-21 couldn't see the other side of it, and another wall held a well-lit tunnel that lead further into the den. Even the floor was smooth, like something that had been polished by the continuous waves of a river.
"You're awake!" Tao's familiar voice and then footsteps coming closer.
What they'd been doing last rushed into Ishibil's head and he exhaled, getting to his feet and flexing his wings. Another group of mages had entered his forest, but when he'd attacked them, his magic had interacted with the mages', making an explosion. He would need to somehow find out more about his own magic and why it didn't seem to be same as other dragon magic.
But Tao was fine and-
Ishibil stared.
There were two Taos walking up to him.
One looked like his own Tao, but the other... Ishibil leaned forward and inhaled, scenting them. They smelled like Tao, except the scent was intertwined with the same one that filled the den. It wasn't like the Union mages being overlaid by the scent of the magical object they were using, but it was as if this Tao was part dragon.
And that would explain the three horns sweeping out from under their/his? hair, the tip of one white. Why the ends of their hands were black and clawed.
"Sooo," his Tao said, leaning on Ishibil's scales like he's gotten into a habit of doing, "it seems no matter what dimension me and Takeo are in, we're a mage and an archer, and we get saved by a dragon, heh."
Dimension? Ishibil continued staring at the other Tao.
"We were dying," the other Tao said, with a small smile. Their voice was similar to his Tao's, but a little lower, a little rougher. "We'd annoyed some mages who were killing dragons-" That did sound like something Tao and Takeo would do. "-and as thanks, Frankenstein bound our souls to his, saving us."
Oh. Hm. If his Tao and Takeo needed saving like that, Ishibil doubted he would be able to do the same: his magic seemed to only lean towards attacking and enhancing his healing abilities.
His ears twisted towards the tunnel leading further into the den, hearing the short scrape of claws on stone. Was that-? He turned his head towards it, seeing his Takeo and this dimension's Takeo standing close to it, but his full attention was on the tunnel, wanting to see the other dragon. What did they look like? Would they look like his broodmates, or did dragons look different in this dimension?
Torchlight flickered off gold scales and-
Oh.
Ishibil backed up a step, his eyes widening and his ears flattening. The other dragon was huge, making Ishibil seem like a kit in comparison. No wonder the den was as big as it was; it had to be, to accommodate their size. Their body was more slender than his own, longer too. They had three, thick horns that followed the curve of their skull before they arched out at the back, twisting like waves.
The dragon stopped once they stepped out of the tunnel, and looked at him, rolling their shoulders.
And. What was he supposed to do? He had never met any other dragons other than his broodmates, and it had been so long since he'd seen another dragon, since he'd seen body language he'd been used to, his brain wasn't willing to work.
The other dragon huffed and then, keeping eye contact with him, lowered their head so it was below his.
He flicked his wings out part way, pawing at the ground. Were they-? Should he-?
The other dragon kept their head there, still watching him, and he had to do something. They were waiting for it.
Exhaling a slow breath, he lowered his head as well, making it level with the other dragon's.
They flicked their ears and then stepped closer, bumping their noses together. Ishibil could hear the rumble they were making.
Ishibil started at the touch, surprised, but when they drew back, he closed the distance to nuzzle their snout, rumbling in return, his entire body relaxing.
They briefly pressed foreheads together, and the other dragon said, "Frankenstein."
"Ishibil." He couldn't have stopped the rumble in his chest if he tried. He'd gotten used to not having other dragons as company, but he'd missed this.
"Come," Frankenstein said, turning towards the tunnel they'd just come from, "we have a lot to talk about."
They did? What about? But...Frankenstein was older than him, had to be far more practiced in magic. Maybe they knew how they could get back to their own dimension.
...Maybe they knew what was wrong with his magic, and how to fix it...
"All right." Ishibil followed them into their den.