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I THINK A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE WRONG ABOUT SERIOUS TOPICS EVERYWHERE. IT’S JUST HOW PEOPLE WORK. I WON’T PUSH FOR DETAILS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. BUT IF YOU WANT TO I AM VERY WILLING TO LISTEN.

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[guardingphoenix]

I AM SORRY, THIS HAS TO BE WEIRD WITHOUT CONTEXT. I AM FAIRLY NEW AROUND THIS BLOG. AND I DON’T LOOK ONTO MY DASH MUCH, I USUALLY DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT. WHEN I DO TAKE THE TIME I SEE PICTURES OF ART OR FUNNY JOKES. THAT POST I LIKED WAS THE FIRST ONE I HAVE STUMBLED UPON THAT WAS A SERIOUS TOPIC. AND AN INTERESTING ONE IN FACT.

I MIGHT NEED TO ADD, I AM ALSO FAIRLY NEW TO TALKING TO PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT MY MOIRAIL. SO I APOLOGIZE IF THIS IS A WEIRD THING TO SAY.

TH3 F1RST S3R1OUS TH1NG YOUV3 S33N?

1 TH1NK YOULL N33D TO CL4R1FY WH4T YOU M34N BY TH4T

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time for bed

[[ That was a shot visit to this blog, I apologize for the lack of activity lately. I will try to get back on tomorrow and stay for a longer period of time u3u Sorry to anyone who’s waiting for a reply ]]

[guardingphoenix]

I THINK YOU ARE. I DON’T LOOK AT MY DASHBOARD OFTEN, SO MAYBE IT WASN’T THAT UNCOMMON. BUT IT’S POSSIBLY THE FIRST SERIOUS THING I HAVE SEEN.

4M 1?

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ALRIGHT THEN. I WILL REMEMBER IF I EVER END UP IN NEED OF AN EAR TO LISTEN. THANK YOU.

OF COURSE, I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO LISTEN. OKAY, MAYBE NOT ALWAYS. BUT I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANY WORRIES ANYMORE. THAT DOES SOUND LIKE A PRETTY FUCKED UP WEEK, EXCUSE THE LANGUAGE. SHE CUT HER HAIR RIGHT THERE IN THE LIVING BLOCK?

Hmm… Well you don’t have to cash in now. Save it for when you do have some woes.  I’ll be here to listen !  

But if you’ve got the time I’ve got a few more woes. I mean, they’re not actually woes in the traditional sense.   My daughter came out of her room for the first time in like a week today.  Ate some toast.  Slept on the couch.  Cut her hair.  It’s been a weird week.

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HELLO THERE. YOU ARE BRINGING INTERESTING TOPIC ONTO MY DASHBOARD. 

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“The smell will go away soon. Give it a day or two and it will be all gone.”, you explain, but you are not sure if he was even listening anymore. His mood seems to have changed rapidly. Happy and playful and full of energy. Nothing like the little hurt crying hatchling you had found. This sight makes you chirp with a peaceful joy, though it also leaves a painful sting in your blood pusher. A painful sting of memories, but you try to shake them off. Leave the past behind and focus on the present. Here and now, and you have a little playful kid here who needs your attention.

You spread your wings and ruffle up your feathers, appearing bigger and wilder. You flutter your wings and let out a playful roar. An offer to playfight, if he wants to, or playing chase and tag. Kids always liked you to play the big scary monster, your black shiny feathers were perfect for it. You chirr more friendly after the roar to make sure he wouldn’t misunderstand the signs and flee. You don’t want to scare him.

cloth bleed stop no blood??? but blood smells it smell it!!! 

You tilt your head into the pets, purring softly with a quiet comfort happy friendly-happy-bond because strangers are scary but this stranger-troll is good with good pets. They are safe. Safe is the best possible thing, because safe means you get to see your siblings and eat tasty foods and fly with your heartfire swelling with joy. Safety means life. 

Being too little to really have been taught, the concept of infection doesn’t sit in your mind. It glides off of you like water on glass, shaken off faster by the sheer amount of play-with-stranger-time that you have bottled up. The only way you would understand the word was if it had been related to being sick, and you know sickness better than any dragon ever, you bet, because you are the sickest little hatchling there is. No one else, through the limited amount of dragons you had met, had ever lacked health and needed constant care like you had over the past many seasons. Nope, you are special. But it meant that you got to see lots of your brothers who were not gone like parents-who-leave. 

But now that your cut is gone- it has to be you can’t see it anymore even if you can feel it and smell it- there needs to be play and pouncing and learning. And learning while playing, and exploring and doing bad things like not being close to your den-home and siblings. You roll onto your back in front of the stranger, not mindful of wings because they are you and quickly move with instinct into the best place for rolling, and kick up your little feet and hands at his with little coos. 

play with me play with me!!!

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You gently pet the kid’s head, running your fingers through his hair. “The cloth will make sure you stop bleeding. And keep dirt out of the wound. Dirt in wounds is bad. They can get infected. And that hurts really badly. The cloth will keep you safe from that.” His purrs make you smile again and your tail slowly swings from one side to the other behind your back, low enough the brush over the grassy floor and shove away some fallen leaves. “Are you hurt anywhere else? Or do you need help with something else? Are you hungry?” You want to make sure he is safe and has all he needs before you move on. You are in no hurry, you can stick around for as long as you need to. If you could you’d take that precious little child with you, but you know that could probably lead to a lot of trouble. Adopting kids isn’t as easy as it used to be.

Troll? Troll! It is a human tongue word, the other-humans who are not human who sleep mostly during the day and are usually good good people who are nice nice nice to dragons. But you had never met a troll from your world! 

You huff at the water, you had already had a bath you licked it clean, but then there is something on it and cloth. What is this? Whaaaat? You lick at the cloth curiously, chirping about. 

cloth? cloth texture? arm arm arm cloth pain hurt blood cut cloth? what? what what what? 

But this, along with them claiming to be a troll, you have decided to trust trust trust. You purr at the stranger-troll. Purr purr purr!

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You quickly shake your head. “No human. I’m a troll. I’m a friend. Never hurt a helpless hatchling. Only cowards would do something like that.” You take a closer look at the wound. It looks like it could use a few stitches, but you are hesitant of scaring him away if you tried that. You wonder if dragon regeneration would be able to heal it with some magic support instead. First of all you clean the wound by pouring some water over it. “Hold still, it will only sting for a few moments”, you murmur. Next you apply some salve and put some bandages on it. You often run into dangerous beasts and get into fights a lot so you always carry the most needed supplies. To be sure you recite an simple healing spell. You are specialized on shielding and protection, your healing aspect is weak, but it’s still better than nothing. A little boost can never hurt.

His voice doesn’t sound like a trap, it sounds like soothing-caring and want-to-help which reminded you of your family-flock, but sometimes human-dangers or just dragon-hurters hide lies-that-catch and traps so it doesn’t sneak into their voice or their body. You know this, because you have seen humans try to hide their hunt-lies when talking to your siblings when you are bad bad bad and sneak to see them deal with the villagers. If knights kill dragons with ease they have to hide their trap-hunt-sneak deep inside, like a dragon. 

You sneak closer to them, chirping in confusion. Rubbing your cheeks free of blood, you sit close. Trusting the person because they look sort of dragon and understand your speech. 

me hurt bad bad bad bad owie help? no human human bad bad bad bad scary you no human??

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Hurt little child. You hate seeing children suffering. Children should be safe and happy and protected. You get your first-aid supplies from your bag. You can’t speak his language, but you are glad you can understand it. “This looks bad. Come here, I will patch it up. It will hurt a little, but it will soon stop. Trust me.” You crouch down to get on his eye level and smile gently at him.

You don’t think to look for strangers-human-danger while alone in your forest, because you stay good and close to the den when sneaking around and humans-danger don’t come close to the happy home-den. So when there is a person there, speaking at you with words that don’t sound laced with lie-hurt-sneak-hunt but you never know, you give a terrified squeak and hop back. 

But they are not human, not with those wings. People with wings would be hunted! They might be a dragon too, so you whimper and lift your arm to show the heavily bleeding gash. 

sad hurt hurt pain! you continue to thrum, hurt hurt pain blood. 

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[guardingphoenix]

Another trip into the forest. You aren't finished exploring this place. But some sad cries catch your attention. Sad children cries? Is there a child in danger? You quickly follow the sounds an find the dragon boy, hurt and lost. Poor little creature. He looked surprisingly familiar. A little brother of the dragon you’ve met last time. “Hey”, you say softly, your wings folded neatly behind your back to not appear any more threatening than you already do. “Hey, do you need help?”

You give sad cries, sniffling and licking at a cut on your arm. It was the saddest thing ever! You had been trying to climb over a big log, because flying without flock is a big no no, and couldn’t stay on it. 

sad hurt lost, you whimper on the ground. 

[guardingphoenix]

SOUNDS NICE. SO ARE YOU USING YOUR NEW FREE TIME TO EXPLORE SOME NEW HOBBIES?

its going very well!!!! i normally have to do succubus things, but i have relief for a little under two weeks now and that excites me greatly.

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I HAVE MET PEOPLE TO WHOM IT’S NATURAL TO TRAVEL WORDS AND DIMENSIONS, WHICH IS STILL WEIRD FOR ME. BUT ALL SPECIES CONSIDER DIFFERENT THINGS AS ORDINARY.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

+2

[guardingphoenix]

IT’S OKAY, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. I DON’T MIND LISTENING A LITTLE. I DON’T HAVE ANY TROUBLES OR WORRIES TO SHARE. EVERYTHING IS OKAY ON MY END.

I’m alright.  Adjusting to things being different. Trying to keep the scarf my daughter is knitting from clogging the stairs.   I swear she’s just keeps knitting, even while she walks; I’m going to have to stock up on more yarn soon…  Whoops !  Sorry for rambling at you there.

I now owe you one round of listening to your problems and woes.

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I PREFER DEMON OVER BIRD.

hey no problem troll bird person

i love to follow people and not embarrass my ectokid

[guardingphoenix]

I AM FAIRLY NEW ON THIS BLOG SO I DO GREETINGS IN HOPES OF FINDING A FEW PEOPLE WHO WOULD STICK AROUND.

MY NAME IS KAHSIB. WHAT CAN I CALL YOU?

it happens. thats why i dont do gr33tings that often!

you are welcome! and you are?