#katzengesicht

That was the longest nap he's ever taken. Shit. What time is it? He finally moves, large body stretching out with wings unfolding and stretching with his body. He yawns. It's loud and rumbles through the ground almost like an earthquake and then he's sighing.

Man. I really need to stop doing this.

This being him taking a nap to where he's wasted half the day. He must be getting real old.

Smoke protrudes out of him like cold water hitting a hot pan on a stove. The smoke is large, it covers the entirety of the dragon and within a few minutes, a man comes stumbling out from the smoke, legs stretching, arms swinging.

The commotion outside draws Eiden attention for a moment. From the side window he could witness a shooting competition. Though he can't see how the shots land on the plywood plank from the bar, he can read the bodylanguage and gestures as well as here the applause. The winning participant in particular makes the result rather obvious.

With how impressed the audience seems Eiden grows curious. As the crowd disperses and leaves the alleyway Eiden takes his chance and sneaks out to take a look.

As he's leaning in for a closer look, something looms over him. Having missed the approach it's the shadow that reveals the one behind him. Though he's hardly doing anything bad it gives him a scare, faltering on his feet as he bounces up.

Welcome to lovely Isola Radiale, Ocelot!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 319!

You’ll be given a BB gun.

You will also be given some cowboy boots, but…spurless…Dun-dun.

“i  don’t  wanna  talk,  oce  -”       she  starts,  swallowing  her  pride  &  hiding  her  face  with  her  hand  as  she  pushes  past  him  to  get  to  her  haphazard  pile  of  belongings,       “-  i  jus’  need  t’get  my  shit  an’  go.”

she’s  shivering,  and  not  succeeding  at  hiding  it  -  november  has  barely  even  started,  only  a  mere  dusting  of  snow  lays  atop  the  ground,  and  she’s  miserable  -  chilled  to  the  core.       “i  m-miss  th’sun,”       eliza  broods,  moving  her  hands  up  and  down  her  own  biceps  in  a  plea  to  keep  herself  warm,       “i’m  gonna  run  away  -  somewhere  warmer.  you  go  b-back  an’  tell  everyone  that  i  quit  bein’  an  outlaw  ‘till  summer  comes  b-back.”

No worries, he'll be dropped for you!