#marchingman

@marching-man replied to your photo: I can confirm that. (x)

Rude.

Sometimes when I look at my life I just need a good drink or two, or to go hiking...or both! That’s exactly what I’m going to do too today.

( @marching-man )

The rough sound of scales rustling on a stone floor intermingled with soft hiss in the early afternoon. Inside a cave in a mountain that overlooked a forest, a dragon was sleeping for the second day in a row after her last hunt. The tip of her tail occasionally tapped the ground as she dreamed of chasing down a herd of elk. It was a pleasant dream, and one she didn’t care to wake up from just yet. However, a slight scent entered her nose and made its way to her mind. It wasn’t the smell of elk, trees, or even herself. It was the scent of a human. 

She snorted, smoke coming from her nostrils, and she shifted slightly. The scent hadn’t gone away, and soon enough, her instincts had made her wake up. She hissed in dissatisfaction and opened her eyes, looking towards the mouth of the cave without moving her head. Perhaps the human was just passing by, as some were wont to do. She waited for the scent to pass so she could return to sleeping, but was dismayed to find it was only getting stronger. And then, she heard a voice calling from the entrance of the cave, and it was calling to her. 

“Oh great and most noble dragon, I have traveled far to see you! I come with a gift, and ask that you will appear. I wish to bond with you, and bring greatness to us both!”

The dragon grumbled to herself as the words reached her. Of course it was another prospective rider. She wondered how dull this one would be. She was also starting to think that she should have herself listed as a dragon who shouldn’t be disturbed the next time those list makers from the academy came calling. Shifting her weight slowly, she stood up and walked to the entrance. As the light met her eyes, her pupils narrowed, and she looked down at the young man before her. He was bowing as she came out. Well, he at least knew how to show her respect. But beyond that, he didn’t seem much different than the others. It was best to get this over with as soon as possible.

“Completely serious, actually! It’s a test of strength and stamina, and I’m really determined to prove I ain’t no quitter.”

[The eyes that follow your movements are a harsh blue, tinted just slightly grey in the middle. They are cold and calculating but the woman attached to them is as friendly as ever. As she talks she waves her hands with very little regard to the cup of steaming coffee in it. It’s an accident waiting to happen.]

For a few long seconds, Ludwig just stares at Roderich, looking far more fed up than a boy his age should. It’s not that he dislikes music, or really, Roderich, for that matter, but this is tiresome. Nevertheless, his fingers move back to the piano, tapping out what Roderich has given him. When he finishes, he looks back briefly, tone flat as he speaks, “Lessons with Gilbert are much more interesting.”