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kiratte‌:

“Vega,” he answered. It was still only a name that belonged to the lizard with that fake human version of him. While he pulled it out when asked or deemed right to volunteer it, he didn’t mentally attach that name to the shoulder rider — that would mean attachment. It was, however, his most likely lie to may as well be true once he repeated it enough.

“Does the rest of yourself mean there are more of you, or that they took only you from something bigger?” The second was a thought-provoking idea. Would parts split have the same personality, or something different until they returned to one? Was power affected in that case, another source of something like Cure Flower’s pendant?

He might be overthinking it, but it was a testament to not being invested in what answer he received. He still was listening.

“Pink Vega! Pink Vega!“ Dyrn repeats the name, though they do add the ‘pink’ to it all. Seems Dyrn is caught on the color of the little creature, and perhaps its more cute that way.

As for the questions, Dyrn seems to stop their playful actions as they think over their answer.

“Dyrn part of Zooey, part of Grand Order. Magic given life, Dyrn like Lyrn. Not same as Zooey, but part of.“ This should answer that Dyrn is part of something, but they are also their own creature at this moment. Without the main control of Grand Order the little Dragon was free to do what they wanted.

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Dyrn was doing its normal things, like hopping around on the ground like a bird rather than flying. Perhaps its because Dyrn knows that nobody can really hurt them, at least the normal people. The Dragon would be more wary if someone smelled stronger.

Oh! Is that some dropped chicken? Dyrn hops right up to it, ready to munch since its not like anyone else is going to want the meat. Other than other animals, but a Dragon is better than them all. 

Munch munch... Seems Dyrn isn’t even noticing who dropped the chicken.

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It’s… It’s that dragon. He hasn’t seen the little dragon for some time. Can’t really forget the smell, even over all the smell of barbecue at the board walk. Curiosity got the better of him, he couldn’t eat this dragon given that wasn’t allowed unfortunately but… He pulled just a piece of barbecued chicken from his plate and tossed it on the ground at the dragon. What would it do?

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kiratte‌:

“I apologize for misjudging you.” The dragon had some attachment to others. Even creatures like that could be softhearted, then. That didn’t suit it — Dune’s severe bias definitely not playing into this decision — but it was what it was.

With enough repetition going on, it was time to acknowledge the name. As he looked up to see the demonstration, he said, “Dyrn, then. My name is Dune.” It proved the dragon could fly, if nothing else.

“Are you here with a friend of your own?”

Everyone judged something as soon as they saw them, but most people would find Dyrn was mostly a nice Dragon. With the urge to keep Order in the world but also willing to steal food. 

Dyrn is also cute to most, but it wouldn’t mind being seen as sharp or cool sometimes. 

“Dune, What pink’s name?“ Dyrn wondered if the pink thing didn’t even have a name, if it didn’t then it would just be like how Dyrn was before Zooey gave it a name. 

“Dyrn knows other Primal Beasts, friend. Dyrn waits for Zooey, rest of self!“ Dyrn isn’t fully telling how they are part of the primal beast Grand Order but they are giving a hint that they are connected to much more.

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If anyone was decided to head up to the skating rink they would find a small Dragon on the ring, though they weren’t wearing any skates. Rather the little Dragon was attempting to copy anything skating with just their claws as the skates. 

The most they were doing sliding around on the ice, slipping and sliding but it seemed like it was having fun with the amount of squeaks it was letting out.

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kiratte‌:

That choice of descriptor earned a smirk. “It’s a long time friend.” So far he heard lizard and pink goo, which were quaint interpretations of something not easy to find words for on Earth. The same stood here as of yet.

Waiting through the short silence gave him a chance to observe a little longer. With the dragon not equipped with much, Dune could logically guess the collar had more to do with its voice than the ribbon. He looked back up at those tiny eyes when he heard it again, and tilted his head to the side.

It shouldn’t be a transformation, at that size. As a forever beast it wasn’t bad; it did look sharp across its frame. The polar opposite of his pink goo, it could probably cut someone just through enough contact.

“You’re fast then, aren’t you? I’ve known another, but he was significantly larger.” Was there a point in that Apostle’s childhood where he wasn’t? Dune hadn’t cared enough to know.

Dyrn accepted that the pink creature was a friend of the others, and could understand a bit more why they didn’t want Dyrn too close. Though it had been the other creature that stared at the little Dragon first!

“Dyrn no hurt pink friend.“ It has been decided, the goo is now Dyrn’s friend.

“Dyrn fast!“ The little Dragon gave a flutter of their wings as the voice spoke that for them. Of course other people could react faster than the Dragon could fly, but they weren’t slow at all. Dyrn even flutters enough to fly up into the sky, their little wings kicking up just a little bit of air. 

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The little Dragon hear a certain word, so yet again they turn to someone near them and

“Fuck!“

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Dyrn lands softly on a table that seems to have some food on it, though they only seem to pick up one rather white looking orb. They don’t even eat it right away, but what do they have?

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kiratte‌:

Stationary otherwise, Dune raised his eyebrows at the sudden decision to speak. Not that animalistic, then. It wasn’t clear why it hadn’t decided to respond earlier, but he guessed it was to press a few buttons. 

“It isn’t nice to pretend you can’t hear someone speaking to you,” he returned, now considering what the dragon had spoken through. Not its mouth, but it was too naturally audible to be telepathy. “You don’t have something special to you you would try to protect?” 

The intent was for that to come across as concern for his pet, but the ironic affection didn’t cross over into reality. Losing it would only hit his pride, proving him too weak to guard what belonged to him.

“If you have a question, I have one as well,” he continued, even if it was possible no one was going to be honest here. “Did this city’s limits make you that size?”

“Dyrn speak, two ways!“ The little Dragon would just say that the other couldn’t understand one of the ways. Besides there really wasn’t any harm in what they did. The other was just being extra protective of the creature on their shoulder when Dyrn was just curious. 

As for were the voice was coming from, the more they spoke the more clear it was how the voice came from the translator.

“Dyrn protects lots! Dyrn protect friends, Pink goo is friend to person?“ Dyrn didn’t know what the pet was named after all, but pink goo was a good enough of a name to the little Dragon.

As for the other question, Dyrn stares at the other for a bit. It was true that most primals could grow in size, but Dyrn tended to always be a small size.

“Dyrn small, city not make Dyrn this way!“ They gave another squeak after those words left the translator, as they sniffed a bit at the man. They didn’t smell like anything familiar though.

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amelserru‌:

A direct hit, how fortunate. Adept at magic as this body was, Kingu still struggled to control some of it; that he wouldn’t have to cast a spell again so quickly was the best outcome. With a sigh of relief, he watched the mist reaper’s figure drop, glancing back towards the second dragon to ensure he hadn’t accidentally hit them, too. 

Truthfully, his sight wasn’t as good in this form as it typically was so keeping track of two small dragons proved difficult in itself. When he noticed the reaper’s proximity, it was a little too late to try and deter its advance with another lightning attack. “You…!” Instead, the faeken spun around, aiming to smack the creature away with his tail. 

It was a clumsy, sudden movement, but it was better than a more direct hit. If anything, it meant the reaper would strike at his back rather than a more sensitive area. “Annoying little thing..” He had no idea what kind of powers the dragon had, if any, so it was best to play it safe.

While the tail of the other did hit the mist reaper, the evil Dragon shaped Reaper took that time to just try and bite into the tail rather than being flung away. It was an annoying little thing but all it wanted to do was kill. 

Dyrn flew a bit closer, trying to figure out what it could do with this. If it used a fire attack it would probably hit the person that decided to help it. Yet the creature that looked like it still was trying to chew at their tail and that was very rude.

“Slam it into the ground, so Dyrn can have clear shot.“ The little Dragon’s translator voiced to the other, hoping that they could get the mist reaper free from them. 

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A small but noticeable blue blur flies though the sky, and blue fire from the Dragon’s large breaths fill the area under it. While the fire doesn’t do too much damage to the creatures around its enough to keep them busy for others to defeat them. Dyrn keeps this up until some other winged same-faced monsters start to chase it. Rather than large amounts of blue fire, now there is smaller reddish fireballs coming from the Dragon’s mouth as they try to ward off the creatures.

Still even if the little Dragon got rid of one of the monsters another would join it soon enough. They seemed to be getting stronger against the little Dragon’s flames as well. Soon enough Dyrn swooped between groups of people and other monsters to try to lose the flying ones. Though the attempt wasn’t very clean, as the little Dragon clawed over one of the larger grounded monsters. It seemed rather angry at the little Dragon’s actions as the other flying creatures also slammed into that same beast. 

“Hehehe...“ Dyrn’s translator decided to repeat out loud as the little Dragon flew with now a much larger creature trying to chase it. This could be fun, if Dyrn kept it running into other creatures that were smaller than it. After all what is better than to use the own monsters against themselves?

Order had to be brought back to this city, and Dyrn wanted to have a little fun with it. However they didn’t notice one other little flying creature coming for them and slamming them down to the ground. Dyrn let out a loud pained growl as they were slammed to the ground. They needed to fortify their defenses if that was going to keep happening. 

With a loud growl the Dragon took up in the air again, before they started to spin. Their tail hitting three of the creatures around them and giving them a chance to fly up even higher. With another breath in it seemed like the Dragon was going to use another fire attack but a beam of light left them.

The creatures seemed to get a bit more hurt by the light, but Dyrn still didn’t do a lot of damage. It helped the creatures to be stunned for a moment as the little Dragon took their chance to fly away from the group that was fighting with them. 

It wasn’t long before Dyrn was back to spitting small balls of fire down on creatures and flying around the battlefield. Though they were a bit more careful this time to make sure they didn’t get slammed back to the ground without any warning. They were lucky that their translator didn’t get broken during that last fall and it showed it was still working with the sounds of giggles as the little Dragon flew about. 

However more towards the end up the battle Dyrn was feeling too tried to keep up in the air, and started to fly lower and lower. They land on someone’s back, making small tried growls. At least the person they landed on didn’t seem too put off by a little Dragon using them to rest on. Though Dyrn kept their eyes on the space around to make sure they didn’t get caught in the middle of an attack.

At least there couldn’t be too much more to this battle right? Dyrn was sure it was close to two hours by now.

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tomtebobarnen‌:

“…Green… hat man?” As he utters that, an eyebrow twitches. Well, he couldn’t deny that the dragon was right on that, of course. But could he at least be called something else? Maybe even being called a gnome would be better than that! Snufkin sighed, knowing that right now was a time to properly introduce himself. “My name is Snufkin, and I assume your name is Dyrn, since that’s what you refer to yourself as?”

Dyrn felt like the name they gave the other was a rather good one seeing as most people didn’t wear green hats like this one did. Though the other’s real name also had a nice sound to it.

Hmm....

“Green hat Snufkin, yes Dyrn is Dyrn. Zooey give Dyrn name.“ Zooey being their master, not that they were in this city right now. Still Dyrn did love talking about them, when they weren’t sad about them being gone.

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amelserru‌:

A mortal body, Kingu had found, was far more inconvenient than he’d initially considered. Huffing, the faeken decided it was best to go out and hunt lest he go through the unfortunate experience of starving twice. Especially after his running with his own mist reaper.

“Huh?” At the sound of growls, more warning in nature than anything, the boy looks up to see two small figures circling overhead. It would serve him better to conserve his strength and yet… Surely, he’d come to regret this. Electricity crackles around his fingers as his gaze settles on the mist reaper, trying to keep track of the small body on the night sky before casting. “Take this!”

Dyrn noticed the other person before their mist reaper did, and that gave the little Dragon enough time to not fly towards the mist reaper in an effort to attack again and let it be the only one shocked by the electricity the strange person used.

The mist reaper started to fall a bit, a little stunned by the attack but it recovered before it fell all the way to the ground. The mist reaper in all it’s little rage made a beeline for the new attacker with only the want to kill. It would attempt to claw at the other when it got closer.

Dyrn on the other hand was getting their breath back from the fight before it would return to attacking it’s Mist Reaper.

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divinedragontamer‌:

Rider, of course, was right beside Dyrn to try and quell the flames sooner rather than later. Perhaps it was fortunate she had already been getting plenty of practice with that as of late.

“The only answer,” she started even as she stomped out some of the fire, “seems to be to get angry. At which point, I cannot control it; it just happens.” Who was Dyrn going to rat her out to, really? Admitting this issue couldn’t damage her reputation any.

The other would be able to put out flames better than Dyrn due to Dyrn just being a small Dragon. At least nothing seemed to be burned too badly, and the little Dragon made a squeak as they hopped around to make sure no other fire got away from them.

“Anger emotion, fire come from emotion?“ 

“No control emotion? Is normal?“ Dyrn knew that for primals emotion tended to be less than humans and the other like it. Yet it wasn’t fully gone due to how many primals would react. 

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In the sky during the night a flash of flame lights of the sky as a small Dragon spits out some fire at what seems like another that looks like it. Though the other Dragons seems to be leaving some kind of mist behind it as it follows.

Dyrn keeps making growls at the misty Dragon that keeps trying to attack right back as the two Dragons twist and turn in their flying. They seem perfectly equal in power, and Dyrn is just doing their best to keep away from the mist reaper until the sun comes up.

Perhaps someone could help this little Dragon?

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divinedragontamer‌:

Another attempt to follow what ‘instructions’ she was being given, and… nada. Absolute bupkis. Rider’s frustration was almost tangible at this point, to the point where moments later, she got the flames she had been trying for moments prior.

Of course! Of course it would show up only when she didn’t want them. It was just so… so…

“Argh!” And that angered noise came with a good sized flame, easily setting fire to the surrounding area. Not exactly what she had in mind, and definitely not a good thing.

Dyrn let out squeak and an extra flutter at the amount of flame that showed up soon after the attempts. While the little Dragon didn’t mind fire wasn’t this a bit too much?

“Lot of fire! Remember how make later!“ Dyrn however was attempting to put out some of the fires, since their scales were good at protecting them from the flames.

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celestial-torrent‌:

“Yes, we’ll learn together,” Djeeta answers, beginning to walk back towards town. Inside she hopes that they’re able to find someone they know, now that they’re all scattered again in this new place. She knew of the others being here from her time in the other city.

Djeeta holds in a sigh. “That’s war-time. I’ll make sure that no one tries to hurt us. I promise.” It wasn’t too difficult to see how on edge most were now that the kingdoms were at war. Hopefully, no one would try to attack them, a Draken girl with a little dragon on her head.

Dyrn lets out a squeak, rather than an answer to Djeeta’s words. Though it was just agreeing to learning together with the other about this land. It would be nice to be able to stay with her for a while after all.

“They try hurt, Dyrn will bite.“ After all Djeeta was a friend and Dyrn would protect their friend just like they would protect any other friends. However for now they would try to keep from causing any problems for the captain. 

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tomtebobarnen‌:

“So you can talk…” He gives up on his tune for now, looking over at the dragon and watching it ‘talk’ and move it’s head around as it did. Okay, that squeak was kind of cute. Only kind of.  As much as this dragon seemed better than the last, he still had a weariness centering around them. This dragon understood personal space, but what if as they socialized and gotten closer the dragon would start to get too clingy? Something told him he couldn’t even attempt to put this dragon on a boat again, so Snufkin may be stuck. –The last one didn’t speak! Snufkin knew for a fact, it only made little noises, just like the last one. He doesn’t vocalize that out loud however, instead finding some annoyance with the last line uttered by the dragon.

“I don’t want to win any dragon’s hearts. Not even yours.” Snufkin vocalizes, rather bluntly at that.  “The last time I did that, they would never leave me alone, it took desperate measures to even be able to get it to leave.”

“Win Dragon’s heart? Dyrn not give heart.“ The little Dragon didn’t know what the other even would mean by that. While the little Dragon could have those they liked they would never give their heart away to anyone.

“If Dyrn gave heart! Dyrn would give to Master not... green hat man.“ Dyrn was meaning Zooey as their master, who was not at this city. As for Snufkin’s name well the little Dragon didn’t know it. At least the green hat was a rather noticeable thing on them.