thebastion | Day 173 | The Beginning

Who: Tobias and open.
Open: Open
When: Day 173
Where: Near the entrance to the Skyway.
What: A bird arrives after the end of the world.
Format: Whatever works.
Warnings: Bird with PTSD. ~~It's a children's series!~~

It was early morning when Tobias wakes up. He stretched his wings, and opens his eyes, looking out at the field.

… There was no field.

Tobias stared at the space around him in confusion. Floating… in space? Was this something the Ellimist did? It would be just like him to wake him up in a weird kind of situation like this. … But if it was, there wasn't anything he could do. So he pushed off the tree and flapped, looking down at the rough path of earth nearby. He could see something, far off - it looked like some kind of small town.

He followed the path towards it, traveling quickly. The air was warm enough to give him some nice thermals, and he coasted between them until he got to the - town? It was too small to be a town. He landed on the grass near the entrance to the place, staring.

<Where am I?>

This was pretty clearly some kind of dream, so he didn't really bother keeping his thought-speak private. Anyone in the general area could hear a confused young male voice echo in their head.

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Tobias pauses for a moment, and then laughs in thought-speak. <Don't worry about that. As long as he's not trying to kill, torture, or infest me we shouldn't really have problems.>

"We shall see, then. Is there any other way I can help you then? I have returned from my hunt out onto the Skyway. There is no reason for me to lealve this place, unless more happens." Which it very well might. The Bastion can be a very energetic place when things start happening.

<What sort of things are there to hunt? I don't see any mice or rabbits around here.> He did see weird little blue blobs but he's not really sure that those will be very tasty.

"Not many that would fit for one of your size, I am afraid." For himself, Paarthurnax is well aware that his options are more. There's not much out on the Skyway that would pose a threat to him. "Perhaps the young of the birds native to this place... Peckers. Of course, you are more than welcome to share in my prey." There's something in his voice that hints at a grin. "The mammoths offer plenty of meat."

... You know what, he's not even going to question why there's mammoths here. He's talking to a dragon, after all. <Thanks. I can turn into something bigger, but I prefer staying in this form. It's more comfortable.>

There are mammoths because there's a dragon, get with the program, Tobias.

"Ah, so you can change shapes." Paarthurnax doesn't seem particularly surprised by this revelation, merely impressed. "A fine talent."

But mammoths and dinosaurs never co-existed - never mind.

<Yeah. I don't know the technical details of why it works, just some of the limitations of it. But anything with -> Wait hold on a dragon wouldn't know what DNA is. <- anything that uses the same kind of biological code as life on my planet I can change into. As long as I touch it, first.>

The phrase "biological code" doesn't make much sense either, but Paarthurnax has grown used to doing his best to piece together a puzzle into something he can somewhat understand. Colin can be thanked for that. So, more or less, he believes he understands.

"I see. That may come in useful here, then. Should you be willing, we require all the assistance we can receive."

<I've been using it in weird ways for the past two years. I might as well help out now, right?>

If this whole thing really is true, about their worlds being shattered... it's not like he has a war to go back to.

"That can come at a later date. For now, take the time to rest." Paarthurnax starts to shift and move away, wings acting as forelimbs that help to move him across the ground. "You are welcome to share my field if the buildings of this place does not suit you. It is a quiet place. You can gather your thoughts."

<Thanks. I don't really like staying indoors.> The lack of sky bothers him. ... He might end up perching on a building to sleep considering the lack of trees, but the offer's still nice.

To be fair, they do have a few trees here and there in Dragonfield. If a proper nest can be made is up for debate, but still. "Let me know if any other questions come to you. I will listen gladly and answer what I can."

<Thanks. I'm Tobias, by the way.> No sense in being rude and all. <If you need something that requires hands or getting into somewhere small, let me know.>

Day 173 | The Beginning

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