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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.

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He cranes his head just a little at the light, then looks at Murphy directly. He keens out a whine again, huddling in the pool of light and warmth the little flame gives off. It's no where near enough to keep a creature of his size warm, especially if the fire inside of him isn't doing a good enough job, but it's something.

He just wishes the floor wasn't so cold.

Interesting. Not just the creature's behavior (it looked like a giant lizard, so maybe the dinosaur analogy wasn't too far off), but the fact that Murphy eased off a little. He knew carnivorous biters when he saw them, and this definitely wasn't one.

Suppose it was cold, just like Murphy was. In that case, he was grateful that it didn't tear him apart just to make a blanket out of his still-warm corpse.

Okay, that was just morbid, even for a Silent Hill survivor.

Murphy lowered the flame, since that seemed to be what the center of the creature's actual focus. He squinted. "You're not gonna eat me, are you?"

Durr.

He made an insulted noise at that. Please, Murphy. You are no where near close to the diet of princesses and maidens his ancestors had kept. And even then, he's smarter than that. He's pretty sure eating a human would trigger a horrible allergic reaction, anyway. He'd break out in pitchfork-carrying mobs.

Ladon lifted his head a little toward the lighter, enough that he could almost nudge Murphy's hand with his muzzle if he so chose. He didn't, though. He just looked up at Murphy, continuing to watch him just in case.

Well, Murphy had no way of knowing these things. Plus, while it was a normal occurrence to be chased by the beasts of Hell (or anticipate such), it wasn't every day that he had some dragon-like (dragon?) creature sidle beside him.

It seemed docile enough, and more into the flame coming from the zippo than Murphy himself.

Interesting.

"...You're pretty cold, too, huh?"

He grunted in reply. Yes. Cold, uncomfortable, and lost. He hadn't been here long enough to figure out where hallways led when they were lit, let alone now. Honestly, Murphy was his only hope in finding somewhere warm, thus the desperation.

If he could talk, he would apologize for the chase. Instead, he just huffs a puff of smoke out his nostrils.

Hey, Murphy got it: "I'll take that as a yes..."

It may not have the words, but Murphy wasn't unfamiliar with body language and simple gestures.

"Alright... Dunno why you can't just make a fire yourself, but..." He stopped himself before continuing that thought. "Never mind." Because starting a massive bonfire on a spaceship while it was in this current state was the opposite of a great idea.

Instead, he shifted the flame to illuminate the wall to his right. On it was a green bird, etched in the lower portion of the metal, which meant there should be a route he had made to get to the gardens.

He would expound on the reasons why not to go setting fire to the spaceship between them and the cold, dead void of space if he could. Instead he chuffed in agreement with the "never mind," and shifted to get a look at what Murphy was looking at.

Some sort of bird symbol on the wall. Ladon cocked his head at that, unsure what it meant.

To some degree, this creature seemed to have some level of understanding, and even some basic communication. If Murphy hadn't been so prone to talking to himself as it were, he'd probably feel less inclined to a one-sided conversation.

He nodded his head at the bird symbol. "I made these... to make sure I don't get lost on the ship. This one leads to the gardens. At least... it should..."

Provided that the ship's corridors didn't decidedly move again.