#derangeddagur

If there was ever a time to fall through the bounds of time and space into another era, it was never. But of course, Douxie had to be messing around with the time map. It had looked like it was broken, and he was trying to fix it, okay?! He hadn’t planned on dropping in to.. wait. Where was this? And.. when?

“Hey.. Arch?”

“No, I don’t know where we are either, and certainly not when. This one’s on you.”

“Thanks, Arch. Real encouraging.”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve been told before not to play with time, and that also means the time map.” Archie shook his head, stretching a moment before he leapt onto the ‘teen’ wizard’s shoulders. “We just have to lay low, and not bring any attention to ourselves while we work on getting back home.”

“Right, lay low, don’t mess up the past.”

“Or future.” A nod, and Douxie was soon pushing his way through bushes and other overgrown foliage to see if he at least could find- A thunk in a nearby tree, as something had abruptly come flying at his head, and Douxie nearly fell over in shock and terror. A moment of stunned silence and then- Wait, was that an axe now embedded in that tree?!

“Archie??”

“Run, Douxie! Go!” He didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly turning on his heel, the boy wizard was sprinting through the woods now, terrified for his life and hoping against hope that whoever had thrown that axe wouldn’t follow him, or at least wouldn’t catch up to- Oof! Slamming rather hard and rather solidly into someone, he fell back, hitting the ground. His head struck briefly against a rock, drawing blood, but not hard enough to knock him out, just... Slowly, he looked up at who he’d crashed into, and..

Given the air felt so easy and calm, it was kinda a shame to be heading back so early but there’s never any rest for the wicked and there’s always something that needs taking care of lest it decides to get dramatic for your attention. Douxie had barely turned a heel to walk away when the initial crash happened and from the look of sheer alarm blooming upon his face he heard it loud and clear. Clenching his left fist tight the bracelet is activated purely on reflex.

“Arch?”

“On it!”

The former cat launches into the air with barely a thought gathering enough height to be easy to miss from the ground but still able to see easy enough and shout a warning back to the more cautiously approaching wizard. You learn very quickly not to trust the unexpected, sometimes they lash out. Archie remains circling over the “landing” spot trying to make out what exactly he’s looking at amongst the dust and sod before finally risking touching down himself a bit closer though well out of snap range should it come to that. It’s enough of a signal for the teen to approach and let out a low whistle.

“I’d ask if were getting ready for Halloween but seems a tad on the early side...” he quips moving where he’s standing so he’ll be a bit easier for both man and beast to see he’s pretty non-threatening in appearance. Eyes are set on the dragon with glances to his rider.

﹝⚘﹞—;

Tricky thing meeting new people from tribes he’d never heard of. Not like he had to care before hand. When a particular letter had come from a terrible terror he had watched all color from Hiccup’s face drain at the same time. H had enough time to spend with Hiccup to figure out that this particular man made him nervous. Resting a hand on the mans smaller shoulder he reassures him he’ll handle him. 

He never heard a sigh of relief that loud before. 

There's a @derangeddagur around here and I want to say something.

We may be both deranged dagurs but I'm more delightful then you'll ever be!

It had been unfortunately a rougher landing than the elven captain would have wanted. But considering the gateway that had opened so abruptly mid flight, and the lack of many significant land masses with enough open space for a proper landing, there wasn’t much Cassius could have done to avoid sustaining some damage.

“Yari!” He called out, and within moments, the delicate clattering upon the ceiling drew his attention to a lizard-like steam golem about the size of a cat.

“Aye, sir!”

“Retrieve Brunno and start repairing the ship. If you need extra hands, you are to locate Satu and put him to work as well.” The copper-encased lizard gave a small salute.

“Right away, sir.” And then he was gone. Cassius sighed, before he opened the hatch, and departed the airship. Armed with his saber, and exceptional hearing far beyond that of any human, he emerged. Pointed ears flicked back and forth as he listened to his surroundings, and- In a blink, his saber was drawn, his golden eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I swear this time period is the worst one yet for having a proper stretch in somewhere other than the apartment."

Douxie rolls his eyes, tapping away at his phone relying on the wards he'd set up about around the fringes to give a heads up if anybody was coming their direction that might spot a small dragon abusing the chance to work the kinks out away from the confines of walls for a deserted park in the very late evening. They'd done this routine many a time since settling down in Arcadia without any issues so far though the fact people are getting very into drones is enough to not let the wizard drop his guard entirely. It's why every minute or two he double checks regardless and remains standing the entire time.

"I don't know Arch, the hunters did kinda suck."

A huff happens near his ear followed by his Familiar shifting back into his more feline appearance to land perfectly on his shoulder getting a quirked brow in response.

"Dragons are little more than fairy tales now, dear boy, cryptid hunters and the never end train of technology seems to be the bane nowdays."

Whatever was happening, he already didn’t like it. Hearing went dull, his sense of smell faded, all senses he once had grew weak and pale in comparison to what they were, and- and he had shrunk! Damn it, what was happening?! He glared, furious at everything and nothing all at once, and- Wait one fucking minute!! His hands? No claws. His teeth, miserably flattened and dulled. His fur? Reduced to nothing but scarce little hairs on his arms. And the worst of it?! His tail was gone!

“What is this fucking bullshit?!” Damn it, he was human! The realization was coming in hard and fast, and he didn’t like it. And then- He stopped. Not far from him, what had once been a human who had gotten too close for Vheildar’s liking, and who he had vigorously been trying to chase off... was now a russet-colored, brindled Keimurr. Human senses were an adjustment.. They were lesser than his own, and- ...Well. Keimurr senses were a whole different adjustment..