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Spooky
Wyldfyre wakes up for no reason.
Heatwave is still healing. His breathing is less strained than before, and his wound is looking much better after Kai’s stupid, begrudgingly-cool rock trick.
Speaking of Kai, he’s awake, sitting, watching the dragon core glow. It illuminates his face in the dark like a fire, but without the cool flickering. It’s steady and uncomfortable, artificial, not a natural living, breathing thing like fire is.
“Kai?” She rubs her eyes with her wrist until she sees sparks and colours behind her eyes and then squints when he doesn’t respond. It’s weird that he’s awake. Weirder still that he didn’t respond to her. Maybe she missed it.
”Kai?” she tries again.
When he doesn’t respond the second time either. She feels a bit grouchy. Offended. Annoyed. She knows he’s awake, she can see the light from the dragon cores reflecting off the eye, almost white. She stands, giving him the courtesy of grunting and grumbling so he knows she’s awake and annoyed. She gives heatwave a pat and he responds with a low grumbling of acknowledgement back. At least someone isn’t ignoring her.
“Kai.” She says. Nothing still. So she speaks louder and with more growl. “Hey. Kai—“
It happens so fast she doesn’t see it.
One second he’s looking at the dragon core and the next his head has snapped to look at her, but it’s not Kai; His eyes are white.
His name catches in her throat. They’re empty. They’re too-wide. There’s no hint of pupils or anything else. There was no hint of feeling or a dragon—person. The hairs on the back of her arms, her back, her neck all stand on end.
Then he blinks, and it’s gone.
“Sorry,” says just Kai.” Were you saying something?”
Wyldfyre doesn’t know when her arms came up, posed, ready to fight.
Wylfyre was very awake now.
“Wyldfyre?”
“You were just…” She hears herself. Unsure, feeble. Very not-dragon. Kai’s looking at her. He looks like Kai. His eyes are brown with that warmth she’s gotten so used to seeing coming from them. He looks stupid. His hair is fluffy and soft. He looks soft. There’s no sign of what she had been so sure had been staring at her a moment before. It was so brief she couldn’t even be sure she had seen it.
“Nevermind.” Wyldfyre forces her hands down and clenches them at her side. “I’m probably just sleepy,” is what she tells him, to make sure he knows she’s still more dragon-ish than him. “Why are you awake like a weirdo?”
“Oh, hah,” Kai says. “Just thinking.”
She’s squinting at him. “You do that?”
When Kai smiles. And it’s annoying, warm and soft. “Sometimes.”
“Gross,” she says, crossing her arms.
“It’s quiet here,” Kai says. It’s out-of-pocket. It’s not really relevant. When he says it, he sounds different.
”Whatever,” Wyldfyre says, turning away. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Okay,” Kai says to her back as she goes. “G’night.”
Heatwave rumbles as Wyldfyre crawls under his arm. She pretends to get comfy and risks a glance back.
Kai’s back to staring at the dragon core. His hair is over his eyes, blocking them from her view. But Wyldfyre thinks she still sees white between the strands.
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IM AN ARSONIST SET FIRE TO THE SKINWALKER!
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Bizzaro Kai...
Bizzaro Kai has four hands in the first picture, because it was a sticker (for TG) based on one rolplay, which I already wrote about in one of the posts :}
in the second picture... just an avatar with Bizzaro kai in pink tones in one of my social networks
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I may had drawn his hair longer than I intended but oh well..
(Close up cause bad quality)


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the hairgel finally melted off his brain he’s locked in guys
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never getting over how Kai still sees Nya as a baby oh my god
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Just a giant robot and the sad angry cat he picked off of the road I think that nothing bad will ever happen to them 😊
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