Herein Lives a Beast

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

goldenfirebreather:

opalescent-freak:

“Yes, Closets… I prefer beds, some of my kind prefer Closets.” He began walking along with her, humming softly. He seemed to think again, head turning once more. It seemed that every time he began to think deeply about something, his head tilted to one side or the other.

“No… That was years ago… I know that I died, then I came back as what I am now. But I don’t think it was instant, I waited for something. I suppose, I was waiting on a viable Host. Sometimes I get flashes of what feel like memory? But it’s not… I don’t think.”

He shrugged and turned to smile at her. “Tell me about yourself, you’re the first… Dragon? I have met.”

“Ah, I see. It must be infuriating to not remember things about yourself.” Bonnie replied, clasping her hands behind her back as she walked. She had noticed his head tilt, as she did the first few times, and couldn’t help but smile a bit at how silly it seemed to her.

Bonnie had been looking at a passing bed of flowers when Corin then addressed her with a question. “Oh, me? Yes, I am a dragon. But dragon is a broad term.” She shrugged, “One dragon can look like a totally different animal than another, there are those of us that have feathers, and those of us that have fur…” It was obvious just by watching her that she was prideful of what she was.

“Sadly, there are not as many of us as there used to be. Many of the older ones have grown bored with the world and sleep in unreachable places most of the time, and there are not many young ones being made.” Bonnie sighed, pursing her lips slightly.

“It’s more… depressing really.” He murmured the words softly before listening as she spoke. He couldn’t fathom that Dragons were real, but then at the same time he was real.

It was interesting to him, to hear how wide the term was. Honestly, what he’d seen her as before was what he usually thought of when the word ‘Dragon’ was mentioned. “Hmm…” A soft noise and then he frowned, “Why is that? Not many young of your kind being made? Is there a reason?”

He sounded concerned. His own species weren’t prolific, but the style of reproduction caused their numbers to stay relatively stable.

She glanced at him, barely catching the mumbles. Bonnie decided not to comment on them, though she did frown just a tad. When most people think of dragons, they think of ones that look similar to she. Her type was more common in the western world.

“Hm? Oh. Many of the older dragons are sleeping, and not reproducing.” She shrugged, and made motions with her hands as she was talking, “We are a sexual species, one dragon cannot create one baby. The gestation period is different for each female, but can last over a few years, and after the egg is laid it can take that long again to hatch. It is a lengthy process, bringing a baby dragon into the world is difficult.” Bonnie said, trying to sum it up in as little words as possible.

“It is not as much of a problem as it may be for other species, we live longer and have more time we are able to reproduce.” She finally finished, picking a small red flower from a bed beside the walkway and sniffing it gingerly.