That's one way to lose your lunch [Open]

[PhazonDragon]

On one of those rare moments where Rafael was down by the feeding pens, the historian had a notepad and pencil in hand. He leaned on the fence of the feeding grounds, and was scribbling notes down like a mad man. The dragons--they were so fascinating, how they moved, walked, flew, and interacted. The German’s blue eyes were staring out over the feeding pens as he watched each dragon find its breakfast. Of course, that was a bad idea, but the dedicated historian didn’t think of that at this time.

He watched with horror as a large blue dragon tackled his prey ungracefully, pinning the beast to the ground, and ripping into the downed prey’s throat. “Ugh...” he blanched, turning pale as the color drained from his face. “Not... A good idea.” Rafael’s hand jumped to his mouth. There was the distinct sound of splattering insides as another dragon decided to shake its prey, holding it above the ground. “Oooh...” he moaned, his head falling forward as he stared at the ground.

Why did this seem like a good idea...? Rafael had no clue. He rested his forehead on the worn wood of the fence and breathed deeply, trying to rid his mind of the mental images and sounds. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t have a dragon, or a wher for that matter. He had heard they were worse, since they were more brutish than dragons. Fire lizards, the historian could deal with. It was the large scale of things that set his stomach on edge. As if hearing the German’s thoughts, Totenkopf winked out of between above his head.

The brown flitter chirped, circling the historian’s head before landing on the wooden fence. He gripped the wood with his tiny claws, and inched forward to nose Rafael. The brown licked at the German’s ear, before deciding he wasn’t going to move, and crawled on top of his head. Satisfied at his current placement, the brown crooned, sitting back down on his haunches.

“Totenkopf... Get off my head...” Rafael groaned through a bout of nausea. But the flitter didn’t move, and Rafael didn’t seem to be in any state to move the fire lizard on his own. The historian continued to breathed deeply, putting his whole weight on the sturdy fence, and nearly dropping his pencil through his fingers. His notepad was still in his other hand, and the spiral edge threatened to scratch at his face if he wasn’t careful when he moved.

[Samari]

Relanth had been in a bad mood that morning, and the only thing he could take it out on was prey animals. He soared down to the feeding grounds and landed rather clumsily on an unsuspecting cow. The big blue tore out its throat and drank the blood greedily. Relanth then ripped the stomach of the poor beast open, eating the warm entrails.

Once the blue had finished his meal, he turned and spotted the historian. He cleaned his maw of the blood and trotted over to the fence. The human who had been watching looked rather pale. What is bothering you, Historian?[/color]

[PhazonDragon]

He had to... He just had to. Rafael inhaled through his nose, no trusting his body enough to open his mouth. His stomach was still rolling around, as if on a roller coaster, when Totenkopf started to chirp. The historian grunted in dismay. On his head, the brown flitter spun in a circle, eyes whirling an excited blue. There was a giant dragon coming to visit! Why was Rafael not excited about it as well? Because he wasn’t fond of seeing dragons eat, all up close and personal. “Toten... To--augh stop,” he mumbled.

What is bothering you, Historian?[/color][/b]

The voice made him grunt again. “The sight... Of dragons eating... Oooo...” The German didn’t even register that the voice was in his mind. Lifting an arm, he gazed under it and behind him to see who was talking. There was no one there. “Who...?” he wondered, the sick feeling in his stomach suddenly gone. Rafael lifted his head, the brown flitter protesting, but still hanging on. “Who was that...? Who was talking to me?” Confused, the historian leaned back on his arms. He sighed, then looked back up, only to feel instantly sick again.

In front of him, the blue dragon from before, and his snout was clean, but Rafael recalled the events from just moments before. “Ughh,” he whined, his face falling again. Feeling that his owner’s greeting was not enough, Totenkopf chattered a ‘hello’ to the blue, flapping his wings gently.

[Samari]

Relanth huffed through his nose at the little brown. He seemed cheery enough. The historian however, didn't look so good. He nosed the man's arm, emitting a croon of worry. Well, if watching us eat makes you queasy, why are you still here?[/color]

The big blue fanned out his semi-crooked wings, as if trying to block out the sight of the other dragons picking their meals for the man. Relanth was really a gentle soul, he just got riled up very easily. He tended towards violence more than most dragons, due to his time on Pern. He never once liked being called a coward because of his 'defect', but had he not been so scared of Threadfall, he might have taught those dragons a lesson.

[PhazonDragon]

Rafael’s forehead fell down to rest on his arm. “I don’t know...” he mumbled through his accent, “I didn’t really think that through...” The German paused to cough, still trying to suppress the urge to throw up. “I figured that the feeding grounds would be a great place to observe dragons, yeah? I just didn’t expect... Expect to see well, that.” Peering up at the blue dragon once again, the historian swallowed his nausea. “I’m just here, taking notes... Dragons are so interesting.”

On the German’s head, Totenkopf chittered. He gripped at Rafael’s curly, blond hair, but felt that he would be hurting His if he held on for much longer, and leapt off of the historian’s head. He flared his wings, gaining some altitude before setting himself into a lazy circle around His. The brown crooned, wondering if His was alright. Totenkopf, as usual, didn’t get worried, but if the brown’s giant blue cousin was getting worried...

He blinked, and Rafael turned his head to follow the brown flitter around. “Heh. Totenkopf. But yes... Dragons are interesting, wouldn’t you say?” the historian asked the blue, as if he were a human being. “Oh... I suppose you would know, right? You’re a dragon. Oh, you’re a dragon--!” Rafael realized belatedly, and instantly went to work on taking notes, while looking over the whole of the blue’s body. He didn’t notice that the blue had spread his wings, but he instead took it as a sign that the blue was willing to allow Rafael to examine him.

And he noticed the empty eye socket. “Oooh... That’s... Oooh...” Why was he so squeamish? The historian frowned again, lowering his head and looking away from the dragon’s eye. “Oh, forgive me... I don’t know why I’m getting so sick while looking at this. I normally don’t... But I’m not a physician. I’m a historian...” He moaned, and closed his eyes. “And I’m complaining to a dragon, of all things...”

[Samari]

Relanth canted his head and made a confused trill. Did his missing eye really appear that disturbing? He supposed to human's it would look bad, but to the other dragons, they took it as a symbol that he meant business. I lost my eye fighting Bronze Wrath. He..intruded into my rider's mind, and scared her half to death. I do not tolerate people bringing fear and pain to my Tahli.[/color]

The big blue nudged the historian under his palm, hoping he'd scratch his eyeridges. He hoped that his visage didn't disturb him so badly that he couldn't make a new friend.Would you scratch my eyeridges, Rafael? I quite like making new friends..But it seems I appear scary to humans since I lost my eye..[/color]

[PhazonDragon]

Resigning to not look at the blue, for fear of setting his stomach off again, Rafael chuckled. “For a second there, I was going to say that you’re a hypocrite for intruding on my own mind in such a way,” he asserted, still staring at the dirt ground. “But I am sorry you had to get in fight about it. I do understand, however. I wouldn’t tolerate people causing fear in the people that I love.” The historian nodded. He was content to sit there for a few minutes more, but the blue seemed to have other plans.

At the question, Rafael looked up, surprised, but more at the fact that the dragon knew his name. “Wait. How did you know my name...?” he wondered, eyes wide. “Wait,” the German repeated, “Dragons. Telepathic, yes? You communicate via mental speech. I suppose... You could have gleamed my name from my mind, while you talk? That’s kinda... Interesting and freaky.” He raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I could scratch your eyeridge... Um, well, I’m not telepathic. What do I call you?”

The German swallowed, keeping his eyes away from the missing eye, and reached over to scratch at the blue’s eyeridge. “How does that feel?” he asked, wanting to make sure that he was doing this right. Rafael had scratched a number of eyeridges at a dragon’s request, but each one seemed to like it differently. “Does that feel good? I hope I’m doing this right... Totenkopf, stop it!” Squirming and wanting attention, the brown fire lizard had swooped down to bat at Rafael’s hand. “Alright, alright. Here, sit on my shoulder... Good God, Totenkopf.” The flitter huffed, and clung to the historian’s shoulder lightly.

[Samari]

Relanth crooned as the historian scratched his eyeridges. He did not mind that he cringed at the sight of his missing eye, most people did. His eyes got a tinge of yellow when Rafael began to wonder how he'd learned his name. Tahli has memories of your name, I gleaned it from her.[/color]

The blue focused his one eye on the little brown he'd heard called Totenkopf. He leaned forward to sniff the brown. He looked somewhat similar to his Tahli's Darwin. He acted almost the same as well. Relanth then recalled that the historian asked him a question. As for your question, yes. That feels very nice.[/color]

[PhazonDragon]

As he continued to scratch at the blue’s eyeridge, Rafael listened to his words. “Oh. Tahli. That young woman I drove into town with? Who was with Hy’ka and Emily? Yes, I remember her. Didn’t really talk much, but she seemed like a fine young lady,” Rafael complimented with a nod. His arm getting tired a bit, the historian paused in his scratching in order to switch hands, and resume his massage of the area above the blue’s eye. However, the blue shifted forward, looking at the German’s little brown fire lizard.

“That’s Totenkopf.” He figured he might as well introduce the two properly. “He’s from Reyna’s first clutch... I didn’t mean to bond to him, but I’m glad I did. He’s kinda entertaining, when he’s not being annoying.” The large blue settled himself again, and Rafael went back to gently scratching the eyeridge. “I’m glad that feels good... I know Totenkopf likes it when I do a similar action with him. I think he’s getting a little jealous that I’m giving you attention, and not him.” The German chuckled as the brown flitter crooned into his ear.

Rafael stood there in silence for a number of moments, his fingers methodically scratching the blue’s eyeridge, when he realized that he still didn’t know the dragon’s name. “Excuse me if I missed it, but what was your name again?” he asked, his hand still rubbing the dragon’s hide, and close enough so that the blue could bite it clean off if Rafael managed to strike a nerve for some reason. Yet, the historian didn’t notice this fact as he watched the blue, and waited for an answer.

[yaoiwafflez]

((Sneaking in because I'm desperately curious.))

His name is Relanth. A booming, echoing deep dragon-voice responded to the question before Relanth could. A shadow above them both suddenly gave away the eavesdroppers position, as the huge bronze dragon glided into the feeding grounds. He landed not far from them, but very deliberately out of Relanth's reach. The bronze looked none the worse for wear after their long-ago fight; no marks showed on his shiny, polished-bronze hide.

Wrath just sat back and curled his tail about his forelegs like a cat, licking his chops for a moment before settling his wings against his back and galncing at them.
Hello Blue. He said smoothly, as if there were nothing in the world that could have made this aynthing but a pleasant greeting. And hello, Historan. Your name was Rafael? And greetings as well to my little brown brother. Hopefully the sun has not been too bright for your tastes today; I find it gets very loud sometimes.

Of course, Wrath didn't realize excaty what he had said quite towards the end there, but it wasn't as if he normally noticed anyway. His mood was light, and though his voice was loud and powerful, it was also cheerful. He was also rather heavily medicated; probably the only reason he had thought it a good idea to come to the grounds with others present. Especially Relanth...

[Samari]

Relanth's gaze turned to the bronze as he landed in the feeding grounds. The blue stayed still, pratically unfazed by his appearance. He had long forgotten the fear of this dragon, as had Tahli. He rumbled a greeting to Wrath. Greetings Wrath. I had not expected to see you here..And yes..I think I agree. The sun DOES get quite loud sometimes.[/color] Of course, he was fondly remembering some of the things he had seen while on medication as well.

He focused his attention back on Rafael, to answer the question for himself. Yes, my name is Relanth. And it is nice to hear such kind words about my Tahli.[/color] The blue settled on his haunches and kept his eye focused for anymore visitors.