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"Hey, hey, hey I don't want to hurt you" I said softly in Norse, hoping it recognized the words better than spanish, but it only served to make it angrier. Norse was oit the question then.
"Wait, look i'm not dangerous see?" I displayed my injured ankle by taking a wobbly step to prove my point.
It's eyes scowled at the waist of my coat. Oh, crap!
I opened my coat to reveal my hunting knife and it growled dangerously loud, increasing in volume once I took it out. I brandished it in front of me, holding it by the tip before I let it fall to the floor with a thud.
The dragon eyed it suspiciously before somewhat glowering at me expectantly. I kicked the knife away experimentally into a rainwater puddle.
It finally stopped growling and changed it's stance to a less defensive one - one of cautious curiosity no doubt - and ever so slight craned it's neck towards my hand holding the trout.
I tentatively offered the trout to the dragon and it's neck frills relaxed all while it licked it's lips, before it slowly walked towards me but making sure to keep it's posture low to the ground.
"Go on then, it's yours if you want it" I said to reassure it, and I held it out closer to the dragon's mouth to show that. Those eerily intelligent eyes glanced at me in a calculating way and just as I think it would back away, it snapped the fish from my hand, rearing to it's full height and gulped down the trout quickly, rendering me speechless.
It looked back down at me questioningly from it's spot sat on it's hind legs, though I took a few moments to come back to reality long enough to run (if you could call it that) behind the boulder and brought the large (for a person) fish basket into the dragon's field of view.
It's frills perked up in anticipation when I fully opened it and poured it's contents onto the floor. "He-here you go" I stuttered, then mentally facepalm at my own awkwardness with a dragon of all things.
It happily began chowing down on the meal and I watched it, that is until I decided to tempt fate and do something stupid.
But are we surprised at this point?
I approached the creature and reached my hand out to touch it's snout but the Death Song sensed my hand and reeled back hissing at me, causing me to jump in fright and immediately retract my hand.
"Sorry! Sorry! My fault" I apologised quickly, hoping to dim it's anger, which - to my surprise - worked and the hissing/growling disappeared, although the very-human-scowl remained.
Yeah, I deserved that.
I thought of how I could get it to trust me, racking my brain for ideas, until finally, lightbulb.
"I'm going to do something you may not like but just- please don't eat my hand, kay?" No answer, welp, at least If I died i'd be a good meal to someone.
It snorted in masked amusement as if it just read my mind.
Not weird at all, nope.
I took a mervous breath and turned away from the dragon, letting my hand and open palm stretch out in front of me. If the dragon wanted to kill me, it now had the perfect opportunity to do so. I screwed my eyes shut and hoped for the best. I heard a confused warble behind me but I chose to ignore it, instead focused on keeping my already shallow breaths even and stopping my hands from shaking (my ankle was also throbbing like crazy).
That's when it happened.
I felt a hot breath against my skin followed by a scaly, yet warm snot pressed into my palm. "Holy shit" I whispered, almost inaudible even to myself. I opened my eyes and slowly turned to the silent Death Song, and I was able to get a good look at it's face as I petted it's surprisingly soft snout.
It's blue frills, I learned, tend to open when it's happy excited or satisfied, quite similar to a dog's ears or a cat's tail. It's eyes were gorgeous, large, azure irises and a thick, black lining around them to allow for stronger vision in sunny weather.
The markings on it's eyes - and all over it's body in fact - reminded me greatly of the Egyptians down far, far south.
"Do you have a name big guy?" I asked as I scatched it's chin. He perked up and garbles, confused by the question, which confirms my thoughts. 1) he was a male and 2) he didn't have a name... yet. "Would you like a name?" I asked him, to which I got a reply in a happy trill, so I took that as a yes.
That got me thinking, what would you name a huge, deadly, amber-spitting dragon that has a siren song? Well, I did think that his eyes reminded me of the Egyptians, AND he is a "Death" Song...
"Anubis." he looked at me wide-eyed.
"Your name can be Anubis, the Egyptian god of death" I explained with a small hopeful smile. He stared at me blankly, almost considering the name in his head.
Then, he surged forward and gave me one long lick up the face.
I looked at him in disbelief, almost cackling at the fact that this deadly, man-eating creature, was sat down before me with his tongue dangling slightly and wagging his tail back and forth playfully. I grinmed, "Anubis it is then" I chuckled and petted him some more.
My ankle throbbed again, which reminded me, Anubis' wing was still hurt and so was my foot. He noticed my change it attitude and focus and he nudged me.
I sighed. "Let's take a look at that wing shall we?" And maybe this bloody ankle too.
Hey, i'm back sorry for the lil break but i'm hopefully back bow
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