Post by PhazonDragon on Jun 9, 2010 1:14:00 GMT -5
Content with watching the hatching, Rafael wasn't prepared for what happened next. He was gazing at the brown fire lizard as he walked around, as if looking for something. The historian wasn't paying much attention to the little being until it decided to fly at his face. Rafael didn't see anything but a brown blur that jumped out of nowhere and latched onto his clothing--it climbed up the fabric to cling onto the German's face. "Augh! What the--?" he exclaimed, his thick German accent creeping into his voice. Rafael flailed his arms, but managed to grab the silly creature and hold it still. Well, he certainly wasn't trying to claw off his face, but Rafael didn't appreciate it making a pillow out of his head.
Prying the brown flitter from his head, Rafael held the thing out in front of him. The brown fire lizard's eyes whirled rainbow colors as the bond was made between the two. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I can't take care of this odd thing... I can't watch over it. He's going to be all over my stuff and making a mess of everything. Not to mention that he'd be kinda hard to hide from the general public," Rafael muttered, indicating that he didn't live at the weyr. Not that he got many visitors anyway. "Really?" he asked no one, setting the brown down on the sands. "I guess I have to. I can't refuse... I have to name him, don't I?" Rafael said, inspecting the brown fire lizard.
The historian rubbed at his face, where tiny talons had scratched at his cheek and nose when the fire lizard scrabbled for a hold. The brown on the sand before Rafael peered up at the historian with his head cocked to the side like a dog. His mouth was open in a draconic grin, his tongue sitting outside his mouth. But what was the most interesting feature was his pale head and feet. The fire lizard's head was half pale, just along the top, as if a tribal decorative skull was placed there. He also wore pale brown socks, in contrast with his milk chocolate brown hide. Distinctive markings, not to mention that he was a very hyper flitter...
"They really arent all that bad. Hobbs is but he's only one firelizard."
Faizah shoved a bowl of meat into Rafael's hands. "Oh, thank you...?" he murmured. "But he tried to claw my face off," Rafael frowned. Past grievances aside, though they happened moments ago, the German raised an eyebrow at the brown fire lizard, as he started to run in a circle, chasing his own tail. "His name is going to be Totenkopf," Rafael declared decisively. At the mention of the German word, the brown looked up. "Totenkopf." Rafael tossed down a piece of meat for the flitter.
Prying the brown flitter from his head, Rafael held the thing out in front of him. The brown fire lizard's eyes whirled rainbow colors as the bond was made between the two. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I can't take care of this odd thing... I can't watch over it. He's going to be all over my stuff and making a mess of everything. Not to mention that he'd be kinda hard to hide from the general public," Rafael muttered, indicating that he didn't live at the weyr. Not that he got many visitors anyway. "Really?" he asked no one, setting the brown down on the sands. "I guess I have to. I can't refuse... I have to name him, don't I?" Rafael said, inspecting the brown fire lizard.
The historian rubbed at his face, where tiny talons had scratched at his cheek and nose when the fire lizard scrabbled for a hold. The brown on the sand before Rafael peered up at the historian with his head cocked to the side like a dog. His mouth was open in a draconic grin, his tongue sitting outside his mouth. But what was the most interesting feature was his pale head and feet. The fire lizard's head was half pale, just along the top, as if a tribal decorative skull was placed there. He also wore pale brown socks, in contrast with his milk chocolate brown hide. Distinctive markings, not to mention that he was a very hyper flitter...
"They really arent all that bad. Hobbs is but he's only one firelizard."
Faizah shoved a bowl of meat into Rafael's hands. "Oh, thank you...?" he murmured. "But he tried to claw my face off," Rafael frowned. Past grievances aside, though they happened moments ago, the German raised an eyebrow at the brown fire lizard, as he started to run in a circle, chasing his own tail. "His name is going to be Totenkopf," Rafael declared decisively. At the mention of the German word, the brown looked up. "Totenkopf." Rafael tossed down a piece of meat for the flitter.