Osbourne Jones

He chuckled softly. “A very reasonable proposition, young lady.” Oz replied as he picked up his acquisition, looking full and healthy after her diligent attentions. “Are you looking for friends Eve?” His gaze raked over her lightly and he shrugged, “It doesn’t seem like you would be without them.”

“Well we all not as fortunate as some. Luck frequently favours the unworthy.” Oz replied with a huff and a growl. He was speaking of his lack of heirs. So much loss in the centuries of his life. It was exhausting and tedious. It truly was. Sighing with a low grumble. “And I am not better than everyone. Just you, Odette.” He said her name as if his mouth were full of poison and he spat on the floor. 

Oz’s brow lifted at the tease about an extra fee and then begrudgingly the male chuckled and shook his head. “Fruit salad? Hmmm ... I usually prefer something with a bit more crunch crunch. I’ll leave the fruits to you.” He shook his head in amusement. “I have always found a dryad to be a very excellent acquaintance and companion.”

Oz had to admit the pretty male’s distress over a missing leaf was quick charming. If he had been a more accommodating sort of dragon, he’d offer to warm it up for the handsome fellow, no oil needed. However, he hadn’t done that since he had taken a dryad lover some time ago. Oh goodness, must be at least three centuries. 

“I generally prefer to see my dinner bleed, I’m afraid. I am sorry I am unable to assist.”

“Please do. I’d prefer not to have to relocate due to the stench.” Oz replied with a nod and then grinned, “Oh but how you would miss me.... after all, you might actually start thinking you provide anything of value to the inhabitants of the island and we both know that is an ugly lie.” He grumbled.

“Bring them in? I have so many that it might be easier for you to attend at my residence to tend to my greenhouse. I keep thinking I should befriend a dryad again. They are such talented acquaintances to court, wouldn’t you say?”

Odette’s jaw clenched and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Oh, yes, because you’re soooo helpful,” she drawled sarcastically. Couldn’t he go away? Why did he come back now? Hmm… could he be behind these mysterious disappearances? He was suspicious enough. To her at least. “Yes, well, this is a public beach and I am not going anywhere. Shouldn’t you live up on the island so you can be surrounded by rocks? I’d hate for the water to erode anything,” she added dryly. 

“Pity.” Oz replied, distaste curling his lips. She really irritated him, like a moulting but stubborn scale that will simply not shift. “I live above the caves. Although do visit them, the correct rumble at the right time and I would finally get that sand out of my claw.”

Oz nodded in approval with her little addition of magic. Some things were worth paying a premium for. “Thank you.” He traced his fingertips over one long frond of the plant. “Beautiful. I appreciate your assistance in the matter.” As an earth dragon, natural foliage was intensely satisfying to him, more so than many of the other elemental dragons.

Odette groaned at the sound of his voice and resisted the urge to rub her temples. Oz. His voice was enough to make her blood boil and she resisted the urge to chuck a rock at his head. “Ha, ha, you’re so funny. You should go on tour,” she drawled and shot him a glare. “Didn’t realize you were back. Hooray for us. We’re saved,” was her sarcastic response. “What do you want? Did you come down here to bother me?” It was no business of his what she was up to or how she dealt with things. Sure, he was a fellow dragon, so he’d be safe from her wrath, but barely. It was a cruel twist of fate that brought them back to the same place. But dammit. She wasn’t going to leave another place because of him. 

It was perhaps strange that Eve who was so happy to chill and do whatever her heart craved was in the front of the store, but it so happened to be where she ended up. She enjoyed it though, gave her a chance to talk to most of the people of the island. Get to know those she hadn’t gone to school with. “Jones, right?” She said, going through the post-it notes of names and plants that had been written down, and the matching names to the post-it note to the back office where she’d put the reserved plants away. “Yeah, I got it in the back. Do you need the leaves ready to cut like, today, or do you want it to grow naturally for a while longer?” She didn’t mind boosting the growth a little after all. 

“That is correct.” He murmured quietly, his gaze flicking over the young female. She was quite pretty. “I prefer the longer leaves if possible. I’ll take the healthiest one you have. My other one is still growing in and I don’t want to cut it again so soon.” He explained quietly. “Thank you.” 

[Wentworth Miller, cisgender male, he/him] OSBOURNE ‘OZ’ JONES is on the isle. The EARTH DRAGON is a 872 year old ARBITER OF DISPUTES which fits them well. They’re easily THOUGHTFUL AND BRILLIANT, which is quite in contrast with them being ILL-TEMPERED AND PRICKLY. They’ve been on the isle for OFF AND ON FOUR OR FIVE CENTURIES, but I wonder how they’re handling the current situation.

Hello all, I’d like to introduce you to my ancient Earth Dragon, Osbourne Jones, as follows:

Name: Dragon name is unpronounceable to humans and most other species. Was named Osbourne by a previous mate. Became known as Osbourne Jones when surnames became a thing a few centuries ago. Age: 872 (give or take a decade. he does tend to lose track) Species: Dragon Element: Earth Offspring: None surviving Mate: None currently

General Information

To his knowledge, Oz is the oldest surviving Earth Dragon. Given that they tended to nest in caves and other places made accessible to humans (rather than volcanoes or deep under water like some of the other elements), they had a shockingly high mortality rate. Human beings were terribly clever after all when it came to killing things. 

After losing his last mate, he retreated to Valengeaux for some peace.  Valengeaux has restored some of his spirit. He settled in a comfortable cave system and above was a cliff side home for his human shape. It wasn’t large but the view was quite lovely. After a century or two of solitude, he took up a position in the community in order to pass the time.

While known for his taciturn ways, he was scrupulously fair. Even the humans did not mind having a dispute arbitrated by him since regardless of species, he made his decisions in accordance with the laws as set down and the contracts as written. He was fair. He wasn’t nice per se but he was fair. 

Oz was not pleased with the changes being wrought on his island home. He didn’t tend to involve himself in these kinds of matters but he had come to Valengeaux for peace, for quiet, and to allow himself to live out his remaining centuries. Woe to anyone wishing to shift him from his complacency.