[This dragon is completely unaware of Ain's midair panic attack, mostly because he's so fucking huge he can't tell what Ain's doing in his claws. He would if Ain started wiggling and screaming, but he doesn't, so the dragon just continues flying. And you see the unfortunate thing about this is...despite the fact the ENTIRE CASTLE was alerted by the castle walls being ripped into, and people no doubt looked out their windows in time to see a dragon flying away but with no real power to do anything about it. The people won't know that the Prince had been stolen...it's unlikely they'll even know by the morning, as the family will keep it under wraps to prevent panic and mass hysteria. Certainly, the guard will be sent in an attempt to rescue him, but...
No one will be shooting him out of the sky tonight. Even if they could, it would be too dangerous to try while the dragon is carrying Ain, and there's no time to organize such a feat. The dragon is there and gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind destruction and confusion in his wake.
While poor Ain struggles through a panic attack, the dragon carrying him flies on. It's miserably cold, but the claw holding onto him actually keeps him weirdly warm, or at least covered up enough to not catch hypothermia while up this high. He has a long way to fly, so Ain will have a while to ponder what's going to become of him now...if what's happening is even real. On and on through the sky he carries his quarry, up high into the distant mountains where people could never easily reach. The temperature abruptly drops up this high as he flies towards one of the snow-capped peaks, though fortunately he doesn't go so far as to where the snow covers the ground perpetually. He ends up landing with a heavy thud at the mouth of a cave entrance, holding Ain in one of his foreclaws as he makes his way inside.
The black dragon's massive head does a sweep of the cave, electric-blue eyes narrowing to slits until he snorts a heavy plume of smoke, padding his way inside. Ain will see pretty much immediately that this is where the dragon's hoard lies. There's a massive pile in one corner of what looks like the armor and weaponry of knights long dead...many of which still have their bones left behind as an example. Coins and jewels litter the floor, though perhaps not so many treasures as one might expect as opposed to the sheer number of books alongside the weapons. They're stacked in high piles up near the ceiling, each one taken oddly special care of...even if a few are old and battered, they don't seem to be destroyed the same way you'd think a book would if a dragon brought it here.
Why would a dragon want these, anyway?
No time to question it, because Ain is suddenly being dropped onto a pile of torn up linens and fabrics overtop bunches of dry straw, undoubtedly one of the dragons' nests.
...one of. He would do well to notice a second one nearby, though it's currently empty as the dragon pins Ain down to the first, his body hunched over him as he leans in close to give Ain a deep sniff.
Then the dragon speaks without opening his mouth, a booming, gravely voice in his head.]
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Bye...
Date: 2025-06-18 01:39 am (UTC)No one will be shooting him out of the sky tonight. Even if they could, it would be too dangerous to try while the dragon is carrying Ain, and there's no time to organize such a feat. The dragon is there and gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind destruction and confusion in his wake.
While poor Ain struggles through a panic attack, the dragon carrying him flies on. It's miserably cold, but the claw holding onto him actually keeps him weirdly warm, or at least covered up enough to not catch hypothermia while up this high. He has a long way to fly, so Ain will have a while to ponder what's going to become of him now...if what's happening is even real. On and on through the sky he carries his quarry, up high into the distant mountains where people could never easily reach. The temperature abruptly drops up this high as he flies towards one of the snow-capped peaks, though fortunately he doesn't go so far as to where the snow covers the ground perpetually. He ends up landing with a heavy thud at the mouth of a cave entrance, holding Ain in one of his foreclaws as he makes his way inside.
The black dragon's massive head does a sweep of the cave, electric-blue eyes narrowing to slits until he snorts a heavy plume of smoke, padding his way inside. Ain will see pretty much immediately that this is where the dragon's hoard lies. There's a massive pile in one corner of what looks like the armor and weaponry of knights long dead...many of which still have their bones left behind as an example. Coins and jewels litter the floor, though perhaps not so many treasures as one might expect as opposed to the sheer number of books alongside the weapons. They're stacked in high piles up near the ceiling, each one taken oddly special care of...even if a few are old and battered, they don't seem to be destroyed the same way you'd think a book would if a dragon brought it here.
Why would a dragon want these, anyway?
No time to question it, because Ain is suddenly being dropped onto a pile of torn up linens and fabrics overtop bunches of dry straw, undoubtedly one of the dragons' nests.
...one of. He would do well to notice a second one nearby, though it's currently empty as the dragon pins Ain down to the first, his body hunched over him as he leans in close to give Ain a deep sniff.
Then the dragon speaks without opening his mouth, a booming, gravely voice in his head.]
Any last words, Prince?