Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-03-15 11:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: philomena west, location: ashton's lair, location: by the ocean |
Thread: Trespasser
WHO: Mena and Ashton
WHEN: Late evening, early morning
WHERE: The ocean, Ashton's Lair
Ashton pushed the rocks with both arms, gathering them into a protective nest around his small hoard of gold. It was a growing stash, but more would come. He guarded it each night, slept in his lair, and by the end, just before sunrise, the black dragon would fly one more patrolling sweep over the forest and high above the academy before swooping down and transforming to his human form to walk out of the woods and back to Hydra House.
When the rocks were just right to his satisfaction, Ashton gave a snort and sat back to admire his work, ensuring that none of the precious shiny metal ore was showing from his lair entrance. He paused there just outside the entrance and checked once more, then went back inside and moved another rock, just so, before finally being satisfied enough to leave the lair. He walked along the ledge on all four legs and came to the rock outcropping that he used to drop from and land on as he came and went. The stone was marred with his claw marks from grasping hold and Ashton came to perch on the very edge, surveying his territory with proud head raised, crest of horns as black as the rest of him, and eyes two silver spots on the moonlight.
With wings extended, a graceful curve of his spine, Ashton prepared to drop off and catch a breeze, preferring to drop rather than launch from a sitting position, as it was much less work. But before he dove into the fall, the dragon paused and twisted with a groan, raising his back leg to scratch at his side where the scales were less vibrant, especially around the scar left by the Dragonslayer. He scratched the itch of his near molting scales, craning his neck as talons raked over his side. It felt good, very good, and Ashton was lulled into the enjoyment of it before something caught his attention through half lidded eyes.
Giving a snorting start, the dragon came to attention, teeth flashing and wings curving out to appear larger than his adolescent size. Down there, on the shore, a girl was walking. Something strange was happening around her with the water, but Ashton didn't wait to see what she was doing, dropping soundlessly off his ledge to swoop down towards her.
How dare someone come so near his lair! His gold was at risk! He'd scare her away and she'd never be back!
A whoosh went over the girl's head as the large black figure swooped, pivoted on his wingtip, and came back to land on the rocks where the water crashed in the nighttime light and he spread his wings wide, chest puffed up, and did his best frightening roar.