- Apr 2, 2015
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Trent tapped a pencil against his table as he was grading the papers that the students in the teachers lounge. There wasn't many of the staff in here at the moment but sitting for so long doing nothing but grading could get really boring very fast. With a sigh Trent looked up to a clock on the wall seeing that he still had nothing better planned for his late afternoon and evening he went back to reviewing over the papers which were mainly terrible drawings of the inner workings of a Dragon's heart.
After a little more time Trent couldn't take it any more, He was itching to be out of the confines of the small room and wanted to be back in his study in his lair out in the forest. Placing the papers into a briefcase of holding he begun to walk out of the school, though he decided not go straight to his lair so worked his way over to the sea to get a breath of the sea again. Not something he usually did being more descended from a Copper dragon he was more use to Arid dry climates, though with the tropical environment he had to adapt and he was beginning to act more like a brass these days.
Gone were the days where he would go out of his way to prank the unsuspecting. Though he still had a grand time when the mood struck him, it just seemed to happen less and less recently. He was getting beyond old and he knew it, out living the life span of more then most dragon species he was actually rather surprised to find his humanoid form more or less middle aged. This was grand yet very depressing, if he was going to live for another twenty thousand years he would probably rather surrender to the Endless Dream before seeing ages pass by faster then he could count the hours in a day.
His inward lamenting was stalled as out of the corner of his eye he found a serpentine shape of someone familiar. Turning to look around Trent found himself away from the city and on the wild coast of the island. When he turned back to the sea again he found the shape of Aindriú swimming through the shallows. Wondering what the Sea dragon was doing this way Trent began to shift his body into that of the glorious shining golden form of a Gold Dragon of his home plain and as the transformation took over him he made sure to dive below the waves. Keeping his Colossal frame under the waves save his back and eyes. "Hello Aindriú, what brings you out this ways?"
@"Jacques"
After a little more time Trent couldn't take it any more, He was itching to be out of the confines of the small room and wanted to be back in his study in his lair out in the forest. Placing the papers into a briefcase of holding he begun to walk out of the school, though he decided not go straight to his lair so worked his way over to the sea to get a breath of the sea again. Not something he usually did being more descended from a Copper dragon he was more use to Arid dry climates, though with the tropical environment he had to adapt and he was beginning to act more like a brass these days.
Gone were the days where he would go out of his way to prank the unsuspecting. Though he still had a grand time when the mood struck him, it just seemed to happen less and less recently. He was getting beyond old and he knew it, out living the life span of more then most dragon species he was actually rather surprised to find his humanoid form more or less middle aged. This was grand yet very depressing, if he was going to live for another twenty thousand years he would probably rather surrender to the Endless Dream before seeing ages pass by faster then he could count the hours in a day.
His inward lamenting was stalled as out of the corner of his eye he found a serpentine shape of someone familiar. Turning to look around Trent found himself away from the city and on the wild coast of the island. When he turned back to the sea again he found the shape of Aindriú swimming through the shallows. Wondering what the Sea dragon was doing this way Trent began to shift his body into that of the glorious shining golden form of a Gold Dragon of his home plain and as the transformation took over him he made sure to dive below the waves. Keeping his Colossal frame under the waves save his back and eyes. "Hello Aindriú, what brings you out this ways?"
@"Jacques"