Scint River
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P A T R I C K
Others arrive around him and he hardly takes any notice, perhaps because he is too disappointed in the lack of familiar faces... or at least, the lack of the specific familiar faces that he desires to see. Then the creature poised over the water begins to expand? No, it is shadow growing around the already large frame creating a storm complete with thunder and earth quakes. Patrick is nearly shaken off his feet but with legs splayed out, like a newborn foal, he manages to stay upright. That is only the beginning. Next, that creature begins to speak. The words are guttural and the few that can be made out sound more than simply foreign. Then there is blinding light, deafening sound and an explosion of darkness that, oddly enough, brings life... or something resembling what used to be life. Patrick gets a good look at the drippy mess of what was once the proud sultana of the Dragon's Throat as she lunges viciously above the crowd towards one specific onlooker. His muzzle wrinkles up and his lip curls at the sight. "Grose!" Man, this can not be good. Not that I am exactly afraid mind you, but common sense -yes I have grown a little bit of that- says there are times to fight and times not to. I don't even know what the heck this is so how am I supposed to fight it? Besides I am not interested in dying when I haven't even managed to learn anything about this place, or what happened at home, or why in blazes I am even here. Yeah, definitely time to go... With a grunt, the young male begins backing up his steps growing faster with each inch traveled. The retreat doesn't last long before he is suddenly stopped by the feeling of hot breath high on his rear legs. Turning his head he finds a colt (Mbwana), clearly younger and, for the time being smaller, than he is but solidly built and displaying an interesting pattern reminiscent of some wild, prowling predator. The boy is accompanied by a... dog? It is hard to tell for sure but the shadowing animal appears canine. Patrick blinks in surprise then offers a quick, short dip of his head in polite acknowledgment. "Your pardon, my mistake." His voice is rough from disuse even at this murmured volume but there is no lack of sincerity in the words. He has always tried to be polite to everyone regardless of age. For a moment he eyes the other, maybe trying to determine if he had actually bumped him or just come close. Still undecided he gives an apologetic shrug and turns to move carefully around the pair. He has just gotten clear and started for his escape route when a white blur (Erthe) shoots from the sky directly towards the instigator of this mess. Watching, frozen, with wide eyes, he follows her trajectory and his mouth begins to gape in disbelief. "What...?! Idiot!" Not that anyone, except maybe the boy from a few minutes ago, would hear his admonishment. He should be using this added distraction to make good his escape but the scene seems to captured every ounce of his attention like an impending train wreck might. Of course the subject of the blazing bullet's attack retaliates and of course, it is a force overwhelming to a mere mortal, however strong or brave. The watching blue eyes follow her again as she is flung across the mighty river to sprawl unmoving on the opposite bank. "There, see! Stupid..." Despite his callous words, her impact makes him wince. I don't even know this reckless woman, I don't know why I am bothering to care... right, no, I don't care. No reason to. Just need to get out of here. But now another woman is shouting about children and I remember seeing all those small forms right up near the front of the pack. None of them are related, or even really known, to me but... at least two of them are Najya's children, if I remember correctly, and she was always good to me. Gah... "Shit!" With a sort of groan, he drags his feet moving nearer and studying the pack but there is no easy way for him to get through and back out again. His gazes roaves along the edges and falls once more on the wild looking boy (Mbwana) and his companion. Patrick has never known what it is like to have a companion himself but he did grow up experiencing their usefulness and he is certainly prejudiced in favor of the canine variety, given Isabella's favorite form. After a thoughtful pause, in which he must have decided that he doesn't care how much the other might or might not be annoyed with him, he hurries over to the pair again. Clearing his throat he begins speaking in a companionable, though still rough, voice. "Bunch of littles caught in that mess... think your friend could lead some out?" will you help me find myself? |
Notices: the Kaos and ghost shenanigans, Erthe's attack, and hears Kiada yell about kids
Interactions: twice with @ Mbwana
