Leonard And Jimās Little Dive
(Iām not gonna RP with myself, but this is sort of character building and also for the power event, so itās a drabble)
Leonard has a strict routine for fitness. After finding out the building had a pool, he fit swimming into his routine. He had been there for twenty minutes, stretching and warming up before heād start swimming.
Wearing board shorts, the doctor moved to the edge and crouched, counting in his head. Preparing to dive, he tensed, only to yelp as someone tackled him into the pool.
Scrambling free and to the surface, he whipped around to be met face to face with a soaked Jim who grinned, treading water behind him.
āI was looking for you and I just had to. Your face though!ā Jim laughed and Leonard snarled low, eyes narrowing and Jim blinked slowly.
āDamnit Jim! Ah couldāve hit mah head, or you couldāve been hit!ā Leonard snapped and Jimās eyes widened more.Ā āWhat?ā he barked violently and when Jimās hand raised to point at him he looked down to see his skin darkening to a grey.
āWHAT THE FUCK!ā Leonard shrieked, scrambling out of the pool, Jim moving to follow, pushing himself up onto his arms after Leonard was on the tiles. However, before he could raise his leg, pain had his front smacking down against the tile.
Leonard turned, hands slamming onto Jimās shoulders, fingers curling to grab him and hauled him away with a snarl better fit for an animal. He grunted, flipping Jim over and felt for a pulse.
āāMĀ ālive...ā Jim mumbled, frowning slightly before his eyes peeled open to reveal brilliant gold eyes with a black cats eye. Jim whined, weakly pawing at Leonardās grey skin before jolting as a sickening crack rang out.
āJim? Jim! Whatās goi-ā Leonard jerked back as he felt his own bones grind and shatter and he howled in pain before the world went dark.
Waking, he felt scales against his body, warm leather spread out over his body as if to protect him. Low breathing beside him eased him till the sharp scent made him rip away.
Or at least, try to on four legs.
He tried to yell, but instead yelped, the animal voice making him freeze. Looking down at himself, he saw that he was a beast with grey scales and monsterous looking feet. Anger boiled through his skin and the scales rippled, making a bone-chilling sound as they turned blood red, his glinting eyes snapping up, seeing in ultra-violet the large dragon looking at him tiredly.
The other beast wasnāt oversized, but it was large, perhaps on all fours around six and a half feet to itās shoulder. The gold eyes told him who it was, long before the creature spoke.
āBones?ā the voice was lower than he was used to hearing from his best friend, but the anger melted and he slid closer, amused that he was slightly smaller than his friend, and pressed close.
Placing a vicious looking paw on the otherās scales tenderly, he felt for a heartbeat and nodded slowly before shaking his head. How were they meant to talk?
But more importantly, what was this urge to attack things building under his scales? Why was he like this?
What the hell was going on here?
