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Post by Saint Martha on May 16, 2016 5:09:08 GMT
Walking up and down the hallways was not an activity that tended to keep someone emotionally engaged for very long, if at all. After all, it wasn't exactly the most stimulating activity that one could do.
But that wasn't enough to stop this dragon.
The Tarrasque walked down the halls, tail swishing to his own internal tempo, as if he had his own theme song playing. In a way he did, his claws tick-tacked on the metal floor in a way that amused it. While it greatly enjoyed spending time at the side of it's saintly rider, there were times where he just had to explore, to see the sights, smell the smells, taste the tastes. He might be tamed, but he wasn't just some pet! Just because he liked tummy and back rubs didn't imply that! Not one bit!
As he continued his lively jaunt, he found his tail naturally knocking on people's doors as he walked on past their rooms. Maybe some of them would like to join him on his trek to the faint smell of food he could detect? Either way, he hoped he'd meet someone soon. His back felt slightly itchy. They seemed really nice here as a whole, so it couldn't be that bad, right? What was the worst thing that could happen?
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Post by Hippolyta on May 28, 2016 4:04:29 GMT
If there was any single thing that Hippolyta disliked about this Chaldea business, it would have to be the cold, sterile feeling it all had. Everywhere she looked there was nothing but polished metal affixed to yet more polished metal. Even though she hadn't been summoned all that long ago, the appeal of the novelty of it all was already beginning to wear off and the Amazon queen found herself longing for the chance to feel wet grass and warm sand beneath her feet, to breath in fresh air by the sea, to stretch her muscles in a proper fight once more. At the very least, she was able to partially indulge that last desire with a bit of exercise. True, the gymnasium was yet another room decorated in cold, modern minimalism, but it was a place to exert herself and work up a proper sweat. That had to count for something.
Wandering those cold halls with her body still warm and tingling from exertion, Hippolyta rounded a corner while dabbing away the last bit of sweat from her face with a towel before draping it across the back of her neck. Further down the hall, a strange sight came into view. It was a dragon of all things. Perhaps a bit on the short side and bearing a bit of fluff here and there to give the passing appearance of a massive dog, but undeniably a mighty dragon still.
Unlacing her fingers from behind her head, Hippolyta slowly made her way down the hallway towards the creature with a sort of purposeful grace almost animalistic in her own right. Stopping about ten feet shy of the fluff beast, the Amazon settled one hand on her hip, hooking her thumb into the top of her golden girdle while cocking her head slightly to the side. She remained like that for a short while, simply staring at the creature, taking in its form, the way its muscles shifted beneath the flesh and scales, the rhythm of its breathing. As to what sort of determination the huntress might have been trying to reach about him, that was a mystery that only Hippolyta herself would be able to answer and true to form, she was far from the most expository Servant in Chaldea. Making eye contact with the dragon, the queen of the Amazons said only a single word.
"Sit."
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Post by Saint Martha on May 28, 2016 13:49:44 GMT
As the Tarrasque continued his leisurely stroll, one person did finally pass his way. She was a woman, like the Saint...but he just needed to smell the air to tell she was altogether different from the Saint...though perhaps less different than most people would think when comparing the two women. Martha did have her moods, after all.
Turning his head to face the woman, Tarrasque considers what she said. Sit? He didn't really want to sit, and she didn't ask for it in a very polite way...but still, he was happy to indulge the woman. If she had been a bit more polite, he wouldn't have felt the need to internally compromise, but she hadn't, so he did. Shambling over to her, close enough to smell, Tarrasque proceeds to plop down on his haunches. He then proceeds to sniff her, always something important to consider when deciding when someone was good people.
The immediate smell was salty water, sweat. This gave Tarrasque two impressions. First, she was a hard worker, always a plus. And second, it made him slightly hungry, but that wasn't anything to consider. People weren't food...but if she happened to take him fishing, that would be pretty nice. Aside from that, the smell of uncured leather and rough wool gave Tarrasque the impression that she was from a very natural background, not bound up in cities like a lot of people around here. That was good, she'd probably be more fun! With those important considerations determined, Tarrasque proceeds to lick her on the face.
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