DEZ MOTMAHUS

//;  why. why. why. 

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( @aakahmik )
            
            the warmth is /very/ welcome, even if kaalzun remains uncertain in the dragon. furthermore, he is unsure what to think, exactly — whether he should be fearful or trusting or somewhere inbetween. not that it would matter all that much, right..?
            
            the smoke is so... unfamiliar, he thinks, this close. the shifter reaches a hand out as if attempting to touch it — take it back before it drifted too far. he appears slightly disappointed upon failure.
            
            ' ... lost, ' he echoes, testing the word on an unfamiliar tongue. ' lost. i think so. ' kaalzun moves to stare up at the creature. ' uh... where am i, then? '

they  look  like  a  child  and  perhaps  they  are.  rain  soaks  against  nilmunax’s  sable  scales,  tinted  with  a  crimson  sheen  as  if  the  beast  has  shuddered  in  a  bath  of  gore.  all  mortals  are  small,  he  tells  himself  firmly,  though  his  experiences  with  humankind  remained  limited.  always.  
            
            “you  smell  like  dovah,”  the  beast  rumbles,  gaze  of  churning  heat  eyeing  the  boy  shuddering  before  him.  he  is  kind,  he  moves  closer  so  his  constant  heat  radiates  to  this  odd  little..  thing.  “but  then  you  smell  like  man,”  he  adds  dismissively,  serpentine  tongue  drinking  their  scent  as  smoke  sighs  into  the  air  from  flared  nostrils.
            
            maybe  they’d  get  slaughtered  here.  this  place  is  not  friendly,  stroked  by  war  and  blistered  with  scars  that  remain  unhealed.  maybe  nilmunax  is  slightly  to  blame  for  such  defeats.  “are  you  lost?”

( @aakahmik )
            
            kaalzun is uncoordinated, here — stumbling and weak and /small./ he's soaked, too, from matted dark hair to stolen, ripped clothes. that makes him a little less dry, he thinks, and yet so unbearably cold.
            
            ( humans are pathetic, he thinks — kaalzun had NEVER been this cold. and yet... )
            
            the dragon towers over him, here. few of their kind crossed his seas — they were harsh and unforgiving, teeming with storms and roaring winds. they looked... odd, up close, so similar to kaalzun's kind and yet so very foreign. unnatural eyes narrow in on the figure, accompanied by a slow tilt of the head. 
            
            ' uh. am i..? ' it would be like kaalzun to get lost in such a dangerous place, wouldn't it?