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Work all day, then work around the house all evening.

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13th-dragon-prince--[Prior]

[...]“Whillow will find before Bryn.” A challenge, a bet, a finger pressed lightly to his companion’s side as he leaned against him, the long stretch of tail coiling to slide up his back in time with that tone. “First one that Bites.” There was no fun in hunting docile targets after all. To punctuate his point he jumped ahead into his friend’s line of sight, landing in a crouch befitting that of more creature than person, cocking his head to the side with that tail wiggling at the tip. “Win and get Treat.”

He didn’t elaborate on what that meant, and it probably didn’t even occur to him to do so; but as soon as agreement was had those sharp teeth flashed in one last sound of a chittered laugh - and the beast sunk low to the shadows in an instant; darting away as any lizard beneath the shade, blending into the hues as he disappeared with one last excited flick of his tail.

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If Bryn could have read Whillow's mind and senses that flutter of fear, he would have provided a reassurance that he was safe, and that no harm would befall him from the Hyur or his weapon. His only hint was the stop, the halt of those steady steps for a moment, before they continued, lighter, happier, excited. For a moment, Bryn listened to the thump of his boots on the wood, and suddenly realized there was no longer the click of talons. The half-dragon had gone silent with his steps, and Bryn did a double take. He watched, carefully, those powerful legs, tracing the muscles with his eyes as they moved to carry the petite male, his eyes resting on prehensile feet and watching how they splayed dextrous toes and claws to distribute his weight, something Bryn could only pray to mimic with boots and non-grasping feet. His gaze slowly drifted back up, for a moment taking a few steps with a careful gait, heel to toe in a smooth motion, and then remembering that dragons would be able to smell or sense him well before they saw him, and his footsteps resumed their heavy tread. Stealth, sometimes, wasn't always the best move.

For the first time, Bryn felt like he got a good solid response from Whillow, and one that made sense. His eyes widened at the admission, that La'Mellae was the gecko, was skin and scale and bone that walked before him, his mouth absently shaping the unnatural word on his tongue in silent remembrance as he fixed the strange dragon with an appreciative stare, only to again find himself caught off guard.

Slit pupils were one thing, but stars? That was new, something he had never seen before, and had him wondering about what La'Mellae really entailed. At least until that teasing tune brushed his ears and a finger found his side. He shivered, his breath shortening as that tail slid along his back, the pressure of the gecko pressing into him as his tail had a mind of its own distracting, mind trying to follow both sensations as one won out, that tail sending another shiver shooting down his spine at the way Whill said bite.

The challenge was there, and Whillow danced ahead, leaving the soldier to control his breathing as analyze his words, until treat rolled off scaled lips and left Bryn dumbfounded. What in the world could Whill mean by treat? And why did Bryn want to win it!? He didn't get to ask the lizard, the dark scaled dragon gone, and leaving the Hyur at a disadvantage. One he planned to quickly rectify.

Muttering something to himself, he took a small gamble, that heat in his core rising slightly as he slowly increased the pace of his steps. The leash around that coiling beast was tight, a slight change in the way he moved, how fast he moved, the shine of his silver eyes, and his strength. Just enough that each step was faster than previous, until he was at an easy loping pace, one that would put a jogging chocobo in trouble of losing a race, as he headed into the spire with senses heightened and at the ready.

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