hexadacttyly

An independent/ semi-selective rp blog for Stanford Pines.

Written by Jas

He coughed. Tasting blood dripping down his lips. A wound like this would take a while to heal from. Even with regeneration. Bill could feel it’s claws and fangs dig deeper. His golden hues widened when the shot came. The large anomaly roared in agony. Pulling away from the dream demon. It thrashed about blindly.

Bill was even more surprised when he felt arms around him. He had expected Ford to keep going. To leave. The dream demon leans against him. Bill’s head resting against Ford’s chest. Needing the support.

“You’re an idiot…”

The words came out soft. Not harsh. Bill may not admit it but he was grateful deep down.

“Hero huh?” That made him smile a little. “Well it suits you.”

He couldn’t get any redder if he tried. Something about compliments always had this affect on him. It was made worse that Bill is the one to utter these words. Still, there is no time to dwell on it. unless he wants large bear-like creature to gain on them... besides, its sure to go berserk after he had temporarily blinded the thing...

‘Just focus on regenerating Cipher.’ Shaking any emerging thoughts out of his head- Ford peers behind them.

‘Then lay down.’ He reprimands. He’d never seen Bill in such state. Being exhausted, that is. It was just something the dream demon didn’t seem capable of feeling. But, here he is, claiming that the room is spinning...Perhaps he is being dishonest. The thought crosses his mind. But- he has to admit- Bill doesn’t look so good.

Ford frowns at her. Oh yeah, he’s been there before, but-...’You should at least try to rest.’ He reprimands, yes he is quite the hypocrite; but her stamina will be impacted by the lack of rest. ‘I can keep a look out.’ He says- slipping off his coat and laying it on the ground- it’s not as good as a real bed, but perhaps it can encourage her. 

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{🔥}—; Spyro made sure that the villain was down for the count, so that he wouldn’t try scurrying off later. Sure enough he was out cold, so he stepped back from the downed egg thief and looked back to see where the egg had gone as it flew out of their hands.

Only to see it had landed directly in Ford’s arms, looks like it was a good thing that they had a visitor here to catch it. The eggs were rather sturdy enough on the outside to protect unhatched baby dragons, as no one wanted any accidently of course.

Spyro trotted up to the hatching baby dragon who had broken out of the egg and made happy crooning and chirping noises, a part of the egg still stuck on his head like a hat. Looking first towards Ford then back at Spyro who had finally made his way up to the hatchling. 

The little hero smiled warmly at the newly hatched baby, “Hey, little guy!” As he stood close the baby reached it’s tiny little hands towards him and tried to grab onto his horns, leading to Spyro leaning his head down for the little one who giggled happily.

With that Sparx flew closer as well happily buzzing, they knew they’d probably have to give the little one a ride back and of course that meant letting the hatchling ride on Spyro’s back.

Given that the little one was safe now and in good hands he looked back up to Stanford who he could now give his attention to now that he wasn’t busy chasing down a thief. “So now that it’s over, we can talk. Names Spyro, and that’s my pal Sparx.” He gestured with one of his wings are the glowing dragonfly who had been accompanying him.

Ford steps back in awe- and then immediately starts taking notes- how exciting! Not only had he been so lucky to communicate with a dragon, he’s also witness to one hatching! 

His eyes dart up when the dragon speaks to him once more. ‘Spyro and Sparx? Ha ha. That is fantastic.’ He beams, those names are pretty fitting for a dragon and his dragonfly. Ford thinks. He adds the names to his notes without hesitation. Then slips the notepad into his coat pocket. ‘Call me Ford.’ The ageing man smiles, kneeling down to observe the insect and both dragons. He notes the spines on the dragons head and the little wings on his back. ‘I hope you wouldn’t mind me studying you?’ Ford says- perhaps he should elaborate. ‘I’m from a completely different world to this one and... well, I have never had the chance to meet a real dragon.’ 

But isn’t there something he’s forgetting-

Oh! Yes!