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ataraxionlogs2012-10-27 11:46 am
justamobster) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-10-27 11:46 am
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CHARACTERS: Ladon Ceto and anyone stuck in the hallways.
LOCATION: The dark and spooky halls of the ship~
WARNINGS: Possible violence.
SUMMARY: Ladon is stuck prowling the halls in dragon form, scratching at doors and breathing smoke. Considering the panic going on, having a big fire-breathing lizard skulking around growling and spitting sparks probably isn't going to go too smoothly.
As luck would have it, Ladon had picked the worst possible moment to go check out the oxygen gardens.
He had changed forms, slipped out his door, and decided to be as stealthy as possible in finding his way there, only for the lights to dim and everything to go, well, quiet. Disturbingly quiet. The darkness he could handle, it was almost comforting in a way reserved for anyone who'd grown up in a cave. The dark was familiar and welcome compared to all the artificial light humans depended on. What wasn't welcome, and what made him feel a sudden surge of terror, was the temperature shift. There were few things that scared Ladon down to his core, and being trapped somewhere unbearably cold was one of them. His furnace kicked on in his panic, and soon he was breathing great plumes of smoke and sparks that crackled from his mouth and nostrils.
Not good. Not fucking good at all.
In desperation of finding somewhere warm, he started to lumber down the hallway, pausing now and then to scratch at the doors of different rooms, hoping the occupants would show him some mercy, all the while rumbling unhappily at the turn of events.
Scratch scratch scratch. Let me in. God, let me in, it's so cold.
LOCATION: The dark and spooky halls of the ship~
WARNINGS: Possible violence.
SUMMARY: Ladon is stuck prowling the halls in dragon form, scratching at doors and breathing smoke. Considering the panic going on, having a big fire-breathing lizard skulking around growling and spitting sparks probably isn't going to go too smoothly.
As luck would have it, Ladon had picked the worst possible moment to go check out the oxygen gardens.
He had changed forms, slipped out his door, and decided to be as stealthy as possible in finding his way there, only for the lights to dim and everything to go, well, quiet. Disturbingly quiet. The darkness he could handle, it was almost comforting in a way reserved for anyone who'd grown up in a cave. The dark was familiar and welcome compared to all the artificial light humans depended on. What wasn't welcome, and what made him feel a sudden surge of terror, was the temperature shift. There were few things that scared Ladon down to his core, and being trapped somewhere unbearably cold was one of them. His furnace kicked on in his panic, and soon he was breathing great plumes of smoke and sparks that crackled from his mouth and nostrils.
Not good. Not fucking good at all.
In desperation of finding somewhere warm, he started to lumber down the hallway, pausing now and then to scratch at the doors of different rooms, hoping the occupants would show him some mercy, all the while rumbling unhappily at the turn of events.
Scratch scratch scratch. Let me in. God, let me in, it's so cold.