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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: On a routine attack on a Union lab, Frankenstein finds one of his own kind.
Contains: dragon!Frankenstein, dragon!M-21.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,398
Status: Complete
Frankenstein's ears twitched as he lifted his head. Hm, was that-?
Interesting. Dragons could sense other dragons in the general vicinity, but there was something wrong with the dragon closest to him.
They were young for a start. Too young to be alone, but they also didn't feel like a dragon. It was as if someone had ripped a dragon to pieces and then tried to shove the choicest parts onto something else.
Frankenstein sent a baleful glare around the building around him. Considering how he was in a Union lab, it wasn’t that surprising. It was the first time he'd found something like this, however.
He stalked down the corridors, going further underground, tracking where the kit was.
"Wh - dammit!"
Frankenstein snapped a wing up to deflect the ball of magic the Union mage sent at him. Before the mage could summon more magic to them he pounced, crushing the human under his claws. He didn't need magic to deal with them, and he refused to give the Union more data to study to use on other beings.
He kept his ears pricked, but he couldn't hear anything else moving. The rest of the humans must have evacuated while he was busy on the upper levels.
He could sense the kit better now and he extended a light greeting touch towards them.
The kit balked at that, skittering away and trying to make themself as small as possible.
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes and growled, making sure his anger didn't bleed through where the kit could sense it. They were someone who had never been in contact with their own kind, who must have been ripped from their family from birth, or had been born here.
Well then. It was time for the kit to meet their own kind.
* * *
Frankenstein had pinpointed where the kit was and headed straight for it, reaching out every once in a while so the kit would get used to sensing someone else.
The kit had stopped cringing back at his touch, uncertainty rippling from them.
He found the door that barred the way from the kit and he snorted at it before he reared up on his hind legs. He placed his paws on the door and gouged his claws in, tearing the door off with a dull shriek.
Frankenstein placed the door next to the hole he'd created and poked his head in. "Hello?" The room was still lit, and it seemed empty.
Seemed.
Movement caught his eye and Frankenstein turned his head towards it.
There was a cage in the corner, too small for someone of Frankenstein's size, but just enough for the form that was huddled inside it. He padded in, ducking his head to see inside better.
Silver wings that were too big for that form, scaled arms that ended in claws. Apart from a thick tail that curled up around their feet, the rest of them was covered in soft skin.
"I'm not here to harm you," Frankenstein said, reaching out mentally again to show he wasn't lying, and the kit's head snapped up, their eyes wide.
Their face was flat like a human's, fur covering their head instead of horns, but scales were creeping in from their cheeks towards their nose.
More uncertainty and the kit looked away again.
Hm. Frankenstein approached the cage, eyeing the bars. They were thick enough to trap the kit, but for him, it would give him less trouble than the door.
He slid his paws between the bars and spread his arms, the metal buckling under his strength, and he left a space big enough for the kit to step through.
The kit glanced at it, but stayed where they were.
"Do you want to leave?" Frankenstein asked, an ear twitching down. Why were they not moving?
No response.
Frankenstein tilted his head and settled down, crossing his front limbs over each other; there were no more Union mages or scientists in the building, and even if there were, he could deal with them with ease.
"Can you talk?" Frankenstein tried again. Was that why they weren't responding?
[No...] The voice was muted, listless, like they were fading right in front of Frankenstein. [Never could.]
[Yet you talked right there,] Frankenstein said over their minds instead, seeing the kit jerk and stare at him. Good. It was a reaction.
[You... You can hear me?]
"Of course I can," Frankenstein said. "We're both dragons."
The kit ducked their head, staring as they opened and closed their paws. [I'm not. I don't look like you. (I don't look like anyone.)]
Frankenstein pretended to not hear the private thought. "You're like me enough we can talk to each other, mind-to-mind. And that is enough for me.
"I'm Frankenstein," he said, extending his wings a little in greeting.
The kit stared at him, and ah, of course.
"What's your name?"
[My name?]
"What do they call you?" Surely...
[Oh!] The kit perked up at that. [M-21.]
Frankenstein flared his nostrils and fought to make sure the kit didn't sense his anger. That wasn't a dragon name, or a human name. "Very well. M-21, do you want to leave?"
[Okay.] The kit got to their feet, standing like a human though hunched over to accomodate the weight of their wings, and walked over.
Hm. "That isn't what I asked," Frankenstein said, and the kit froze. "I asked if you wanted to leave."
[You want me to leave.] Said as a fact and Frankenstein trapped his growl.
The kit had no voice the humans could hear and the humans wouldn't listen to them anyway, forcing them to do things they didn't want to. Whatever the humans wanted, they did. Dammit.
"I do want you to leave," Frankenstein said, and the kid bobbed their head, walking closer. "This is no place for you," he continued, standing up, "and there will be no-one here for a long time."
No curiosity followed that statement, the kit following him as Frankenstein led the way.
Frankenstein kept his ears pinned on the kit as they made their way to the surface but while slow, the kit's feet were sure. There were still no questions from the kit, no wondering what had happened, even as they passed bloody corpses. The kit was still going through the routine of doing as they were told without question.
Once they were outside and far away from the Union's influence, Frankenstein was going to change that.
Most of the fires had already died out as they went up, but the air was still filled with the scent of ash and charred bodies.
The kit was breathing harder as they reached the surface and Frankenstein turned to nudge them forward with his snout. "We're nearly outside," he told them. "There will be fresher air there."
[(Outside? Fresher air?)]
Terms they'd never heard before. Hm, what did-
[Ah!] Panic slammed through Frankenstein's mind as the kit pressed up against him, trying to scramble back inside.
"What is it?" Frankenstein demanded, stepping where the kit had been, protecting them.
There was nothing there. A few smoky remains, but no living humans. The forest around them shivered with the wind, but that was it.
"M-21?" he said, turned around to look at the trembling kit. "What's wrong? What did you see?"
Images of blue filtered into Frankenstein's mind, of endless stretching blue above their heads that never stopped and. Oh. Of course.
"You've never been outside," Frankenstein murmured, leaning in to nuzzle the kit's head.
The kit tensed at the touch, expecting a blow.
"I wouldn't do that," Frankenstein said, but he retreated anyway. "I did that as a reassurance." But if the kid didn't want to be touched, he would respect that.
Now the kit was confused, waiting.
"You didn't want to be touched," Frankenstein explained.
[But...] The kit shook their head. [I never want to be touched. (Hurts) They still do it.]
"And they shouldn't have," Frankenstein said. "With me, if there's something you don't like, tell me and I'll stop. You don't need to endure through it."
More confusion. [(Why is he acting differently? Because he's not human?)]
That was one reason for it.
Hm. Frankenstein glanced outside, his ears pricked, and then he sat down. "We'll stay here until you feel comfortable going outside." They had some time until anyone came looking.
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Prompted by Myriade's 'Dragon Frankenstein finds dragon M-21, only the latter is very damaged because union.'
It was going to end with Frankenstein leading him out with his wing above M-21 so M-21's got something he's used to, but it ended just a little before that.
Summary: On a routine attack on a Union lab, Frankenstein finds one of his own kind.
Contains: dragon!Frankenstein, dragon!M-21.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,398
Status: Complete
Frankenstein's ears twitched as he lifted his head. Hm, was that-?
Interesting. Dragons could sense other dragons in the general vicinity, but there was something wrong with the dragon closest to him.
They were young for a start. Too young to be alone, but they also didn't feel like a dragon. It was as if someone had ripped a dragon to pieces and then tried to shove the choicest parts onto something else.
Frankenstein sent a baleful glare around the building around him. Considering how he was in a Union lab, it wasn’t that surprising. It was the first time he'd found something like this, however.
He stalked down the corridors, going further underground, tracking where the kit was.
"Wh - dammit!"
Frankenstein snapped a wing up to deflect the ball of magic the Union mage sent at him. Before the mage could summon more magic to them he pounced, crushing the human under his claws. He didn't need magic to deal with them, and he refused to give the Union more data to study to use on other beings.
He kept his ears pricked, but he couldn't hear anything else moving. The rest of the humans must have evacuated while he was busy on the upper levels.
He could sense the kit better now and he extended a light greeting touch towards them.
The kit balked at that, skittering away and trying to make themself as small as possible.
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes and growled, making sure his anger didn't bleed through where the kit could sense it. They were someone who had never been in contact with their own kind, who must have been ripped from their family from birth, or had been born here.
Well then. It was time for the kit to meet their own kind.
Frankenstein had pinpointed where the kit was and headed straight for it, reaching out every once in a while so the kit would get used to sensing someone else.
The kit had stopped cringing back at his touch, uncertainty rippling from them.
He found the door that barred the way from the kit and he snorted at it before he reared up on his hind legs. He placed his paws on the door and gouged his claws in, tearing the door off with a dull shriek.
Frankenstein placed the door next to the hole he'd created and poked his head in. "Hello?" The room was still lit, and it seemed empty.
Seemed.
Movement caught his eye and Frankenstein turned his head towards it.
There was a cage in the corner, too small for someone of Frankenstein's size, but just enough for the form that was huddled inside it. He padded in, ducking his head to see inside better.
Silver wings that were too big for that form, scaled arms that ended in claws. Apart from a thick tail that curled up around their feet, the rest of them was covered in soft skin.
"I'm not here to harm you," Frankenstein said, reaching out mentally again to show he wasn't lying, and the kit's head snapped up, their eyes wide.
Their face was flat like a human's, fur covering their head instead of horns, but scales were creeping in from their cheeks towards their nose.
More uncertainty and the kit looked away again.
Hm. Frankenstein approached the cage, eyeing the bars. They were thick enough to trap the kit, but for him, it would give him less trouble than the door.
He slid his paws between the bars and spread his arms, the metal buckling under his strength, and he left a space big enough for the kit to step through.
The kit glanced at it, but stayed where they were.
"Do you want to leave?" Frankenstein asked, an ear twitching down. Why were they not moving?
No response.
Frankenstein tilted his head and settled down, crossing his front limbs over each other; there were no more Union mages or scientists in the building, and even if there were, he could deal with them with ease.
"Can you talk?" Frankenstein tried again. Was that why they weren't responding?
[No...] The voice was muted, listless, like they were fading right in front of Frankenstein. [Never could.]
[Yet you talked right there,] Frankenstein said over their minds instead, seeing the kit jerk and stare at him. Good. It was a reaction.
[You... You can hear me?]
"Of course I can," Frankenstein said. "We're both dragons."
The kit ducked their head, staring as they opened and closed their paws. [I'm not. I don't look like you. (I don't look like anyone.)]
Frankenstein pretended to not hear the private thought. "You're like me enough we can talk to each other, mind-to-mind. And that is enough for me.
"I'm Frankenstein," he said, extending his wings a little in greeting.
The kit stared at him, and ah, of course.
"What's your name?"
[My name?]
"What do they call you?" Surely...
[Oh!] The kit perked up at that. [M-21.]
Frankenstein flared his nostrils and fought to make sure the kit didn't sense his anger. That wasn't a dragon name, or a human name. "Very well. M-21, do you want to leave?"
[Okay.] The kit got to their feet, standing like a human though hunched over to accomodate the weight of their wings, and walked over.
Hm. "That isn't what I asked," Frankenstein said, and the kit froze. "I asked if you wanted to leave."
[You want me to leave.] Said as a fact and Frankenstein trapped his growl.
The kit had no voice the humans could hear and the humans wouldn't listen to them anyway, forcing them to do things they didn't want to. Whatever the humans wanted, they did. Dammit.
"I do want you to leave," Frankenstein said, and the kid bobbed their head, walking closer. "This is no place for you," he continued, standing up, "and there will be no-one here for a long time."
No curiosity followed that statement, the kit following him as Frankenstein led the way.
Frankenstein kept his ears pinned on the kit as they made their way to the surface but while slow, the kit's feet were sure. There were still no questions from the kit, no wondering what had happened, even as they passed bloody corpses. The kit was still going through the routine of doing as they were told without question.
Once they were outside and far away from the Union's influence, Frankenstein was going to change that.
Most of the fires had already died out as they went up, but the air was still filled with the scent of ash and charred bodies.
The kit was breathing harder as they reached the surface and Frankenstein turned to nudge them forward with his snout. "We're nearly outside," he told them. "There will be fresher air there."
[(Outside? Fresher air?)]
Terms they'd never heard before. Hm, what did-
[Ah!] Panic slammed through Frankenstein's mind as the kit pressed up against him, trying to scramble back inside.
"What is it?" Frankenstein demanded, stepping where the kit had been, protecting them.
There was nothing there. A few smoky remains, but no living humans. The forest around them shivered with the wind, but that was it.
"M-21?" he said, turned around to look at the trembling kit. "What's wrong? What did you see?"
Images of blue filtered into Frankenstein's mind, of endless stretching blue above their heads that never stopped and. Oh. Of course.
"You've never been outside," Frankenstein murmured, leaning in to nuzzle the kit's head.
The kit tensed at the touch, expecting a blow.
"I wouldn't do that," Frankenstein said, but he retreated anyway. "I did that as a reassurance." But if the kid didn't want to be touched, he would respect that.
Now the kit was confused, waiting.
"You didn't want to be touched," Frankenstein explained.
[But...] The kit shook their head. [I never want to be touched. (Hurts) They still do it.]
"And they shouldn't have," Frankenstein said. "With me, if there's something you don't like, tell me and I'll stop. You don't need to endure through it."
More confusion. [(Why is he acting differently? Because he's not human?)]
That was one reason for it.
Hm. Frankenstein glanced outside, his ears pricked, and then he sat down. "We'll stay here until you feel comfortable going outside." They had some time until anyone came looking.
Prompted by Myriade's 'Dragon Frankenstein finds dragon M-21, only the latter is very damaged because union.'
It was going to end with Frankenstein leading him out with his wing above M-21 so M-21's got something he's used to, but it ended just a little before that.