Herein Lives a Beast

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 18:36:14 -0500

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“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.

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… *Rubs his eyes and does a double take, blinks slowly* …. *He checks his breath to make sure he’s not drunk and sure enough, he’s 100% sober*

…Uh. Oi’m Riley. S’noice t’…meet yeh, Bonnie. *Oh god. He’s taking to a dragon that’s most likely the product of some sort of stress hallucination*

-She watches him with an amused face, this was a reaction she got often- Ah, well then, Riley. It is a pleasure.

-puffs some smoke at him, her lips curling upwards in a smile-

*His nose wrinkles at the smoke and he sniffs before sneezing into his arm* ‘Scuse me. *Looks back up at the…dragon, feeling rather small*

…Are yeh from around here..? If yeh don’t moind me askin’.

-chuffs softly, a sort of gruff laugh- I’m sorry, I forget that I do it most of the time.

-thinks- No, I am not. I can go wherever I want, I just like to stop here every so often.

S’alroight. There’s plenty of smoke around here from cigarettes. *Smiles, adjusting his scarf so his nose is covered now*

Can’t say Oi’ve ever seen yeh before… But only been here fer nearly a year. Where are yeh from then…?

-sits, making herself more comfortable while she talked- I have just recently started stopping by here, myself. I am from a place far away, where as far as you can see in every direction there is nothing but mountains and clouds. -smiles, recollecting her homeland-

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… *Rubs his eyes and does a double take, blinks slowly* …. *He checks his breath to make sure he’s not drunk and sure enough, he’s 100% sober*

…Uh. Oi’m Riley. S’noice t’…meet yeh, Bonnie. *Oh god. He’s taking to a dragon that’s most likely the product of some sort of stress hallucination*

-She watches him with an amused face, this was a reaction she got often- Ah, well then, Riley. It is a pleasure.

-puffs some smoke at him, her lips curling upwards in a smile-

*His nose wrinkles at the smoke and he sniffs before sneezing into his arm* ‘Scuse me. *Looks back up at the…dragon, feeling rather small*

…Are yeh from around here..? If yeh don’t moind me askin’.

-chuffs softly, a sort of gruff laugh- I’m sorry, I forget that I do it most of the time.

-thinks- No, I am not. I can go wherever I want, I just like to stop here every so often.

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-blinks at, acknowledging his presence- Hello.

Uh, g’evenin’.

-nods slowly- My name is Bonnie. It is a pleasure to meet you…?

… *Rubs his eyes and does a double take, blinks slowly* …. *He checks his breath to make sure he’s not drunk and sure enough, he’s 100% sober*

…Uh. Oi’m Riley. S’noice t’…meet yeh, Bonnie. *Oh god. He’s taking to a dragon that’s most likely the product of some sort of stress hallucination*

-She watches him with an amused face, this was a reaction she got often- Ah, well then, Riley. It is a pleasure.

-puffs some smoke at him, her lips curling upwards in a smile-

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-blinks at, acknowledging his presence- Hello.

Uh, g’evenin’.

-nods slowly- My name is Bonnie. It is a pleasure to meet you…?

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A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 19:51:03 -0500

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“Yes, I’ve heard that term before.” He nodded a bit and rocked back on his heels, only to tip forward onto his toes. He repeated this, thinking, and quickly hooked his arms behind his lower back. It seemed that this was something he did after standing still too long, the creature seemed to like to stretch his legs.

“Well… I live under beds and feed on emotion, also in closets. I recently learned the name for my species is ‘Crinis’.” He shrugged lightly and then chuckled, “That’s really all I know… I was human at one point, or my predecessor was. Beyond that I can only tell you what I do and what I’ve learned of how I function.”

He continued to rock on his heels before glancing down the path. “Shall we walk?”

Bonnie nodded, watching him rock back and forth with a slight smirk. “… Closets?” She muttered, wondering what on earth a closet was. She knew beds, though that was one of the few pieces of furniture that she knew.

“Ahh, Crinis, I will have to remember that.” She said, blinking, “You do not remember when you were human?” Bonnie asked, thinking it strange that he could not remember parts of what he was.

“Oh, yes. I got so preoccupied talking that I forgot I had been walking in the first place.” She replied, with a small smile and she started down the path, still watching him as she did so.

“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.

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 01:11:52 -0500

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“Oh well, that makes sense I suppose… And yes, it’s like that. Some people even dream of very mundane things, like what they did that day.” He then chuckled at her question, truly amused. He didn’t mind answering questions, he actually liked them quite a bit.

“Oh no, not at all. Answering questions reminds me of what I am, reminds me of things that I may have forgotten. I enjoy explaining as well.” He then turned his head to the side and thought on how to explain exactly.

“A host is like a partner, I formed a contract with my host to feed off of his emotions. I help him by easing his nightmares, he helps me by allowing me to live in his home.”

Bonnie listened with interest. Now that he had told her that questions were okay, it would probably be hard to get her to stop asking them. She outright watched him while he spoke, catching small quirks that he did, probably without thinking. Like how he turned his head to the side when he was thinking.

“Ooh, okay. It is like a symbiotic relationship.” She nodded, looking down thoughtfully. “It must be nice living with someone. Not as lonely, I would imagine.” Bonnie then glanced back up to him.

“And what exactly are you? When we last talked you described yourself as a “boogie man” and… I do not know what a boogie man is.” She said, giving him a confused look.

“Yes, I’ve heard that term before.” He nodded a bit and rocked back on his heels, only to tip forward onto his toes. He repeated this, thinking, and quickly hooked his arms behind his lower back. It seemed that this was something he did after standing still too long, the creature seemed to like to stretch his legs.

“Well… I live under beds and feed on emotion, also in closets. I recently learned the name for my species is ‘Crinis’.” He shrugged lightly and then chuckled, “That’s really all I know… I was human at one point, or my predecessor was. Beyond that I can only tell you what I do and what I’ve learned of how I function.”

He continued to rock on his heels before glancing down the path. “Shall we walk?”

Bonnie nodded, watching him rock back and forth with a slight smirk. “… Closets?” She muttered, wondering what on earth a closet was. She knew beds, though that was one of the few pieces of furniture that she knew.

“Ahh, Crinis, I will have to remember that.” She said, blinking, “You do not remember when you were human?” Bonnie asked, thinking it strange that he could not remember parts of what he was.

“Oh, yes. I got so preoccupied talking that I forgot I had been walking in the first place.” She replied, with a small smile and she started down the path, still watching him as she did so.

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:54:36 -0500

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“No, I don’t every intend to do that… Not out right, at least. I simply feed and some people cannot withstand it.” His eyes remained on the family as he watched them, his own jealousy bubbling up. He wished he could be human, more so he wished he could remember who he had been.

He glanced at her at the question again, raising both eyebrows. “Truly? That’s interesting… Dreaming is like… Hm.” He looked up at the sky then, thinking. “Have you ever watched a movie? It can be a lot like that, it’s a lot like thinking but you’re not really in control. Many people dream of mundane things, what they did that day…”

He leaned back on his heels, trying to explain. “Some people, like my host, have night terrors. Repeating dreams that stem from terrible past events.” He chewed at his lower lip, “When I feed on emotions and watch dreams it’s much like watching a movie or story unfold… Unlike the dreamer, I can pull out of it whenever I want. However, I do dream normally.”

Bonnie listened to him, she hadn’t ever watched a movie, but she was going to pretend like she had. She had a feeling that it was a normal thing that people did, and it would be odd to tell him that she hadn’t. But she got the general idea from what he was saying.

“Oh. I do not sleep much, that may be why. I think I remember dreaming when I was young, because I would have memories that never actually happened…” She said, still watching him.

“Host? You keep mentioning that. Is it someone you live with?” Bonnie asked, “If I am asking too many questions, I am sorry. I just have a need to learn new things, and you are quite interesting.” She said, looking chagrined and laughing softly.

“Oh well, that makes sense I suppose… And yes, it’s like that. Some people even dream of very mundane things, like what they did that day.” He then chuckled at her question, truly amused. He didn’t mind answering questions, he actually liked them quite a bit.

“Oh no, not at all. Answering questions reminds me of what I am, reminds me of things that I may have forgotten. I enjoy explaining as well.” He then turned his head to the side and thought on how to explain exactly.

“A host is like a partner, I formed a contract with my host to feed off of his emotions. I help him by easing his nightmares, he helps me by allowing me to live in his home.”

Bonnie listened with interest. Now that he had told her that questions were okay, it would probably be hard to get her to stop asking them. She outright watched him while he spoke, catching small quirks that he did, probably without thinking. Like how he turned his head to the side when he was thinking.

“Ooh, okay. It is like a symbiotic relationship.” She nodded, looking down thoughtfully. “It must be nice living with someone. Not as lonely, I would imagine.” Bonnie then glanced back up to him.

“And what exactly are you? When we last talked you described yourself as a “boogie man” and… I do not know what a boogie man is.” She said, giving him a confused look.

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:31:06 -0500

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“Mmh, I suppose. I do it out of a want to help people… It’s not like they force me, I offer when they ask.” He shrugged lightly before looking back around the park. The children, their mothers, a couple sitting on a bench nearby. He could feel the emotions buzzing off of them.

The children felt joy, the mothers felt boredom and pride in their children, the lovers felt love. It was beautiful, but at the same time so far away and so human. Part of him remembered feeling these things and he missed it.

Her question yanked him out of his reprieve.

“Well… No. My actions do no harm, however if I were to say… Keep someone up all night by being a terror and feeding on their fear, they could lose their job or even die in an accident. Nothing I did, but I technically put it into action.”

She pursed her lips, thinking again, “I see, but you yourself do not try to do that to them?” Bonnie did not see Corin as the type to go out of his way to cause misfortune for someone. It seemed much too far out of his nature, especially after the conversation they were having earlier.

Her eyes strayed back to the humans, she could not feel what they felt. But she could see how they acted and reacted to each other, and that gave her a vague notion of their emotions. She didn’t share his deep set memories of being human, as she never had been. It made her just a little bit jealous, almost. He knew, even if he did not remember, what it was like to be human. Bonnie never knew, and she would never know. It was just part of her personality to want to know things that she didn’t.

“I do not think I have ever dreamed before, if I have, I do not remember… What is it like? Dreaming, or feeding off of someone’s dreams?” She asked, glancing towards Corin.

“No, I don’t every intend to do that… Not out right, at least. I simply feed and some people cannot withstand it.” His eyes remained on the family as he watched them, his own jealousy bubbling up. He wished he could be human, more so he wished he could remember who he had been.

He glanced at her at the question again, raising both eyebrows. “Truly? That’s interesting… Dreaming is like… Hm.” He looked up at the sky then, thinking. “Have you ever watched a movie? It can be a lot like that, it’s a lot like thinking but you’re not really in control. Many people dream of mundane things, what they did that day…”

He leaned back on his heels, trying to explain. “Some people, like my host, have night terrors. Repeating dreams that stem from terrible past events.” He chewed at his lower lip, “When I feed on emotions and watch dreams it’s much like watching a movie or story unfold… Unlike the dreamer, I can pull out of it whenever I want. However, I do dream normally.”

Bonnie listened to him, she hadn’t ever watched a movie, but she was going to pretend like she had. She had a feeling that it was a normal thing that people did, and it would be odd to tell him that she hadn’t. But she got the general idea from what he was saying.

“Oh. I do not sleep much, that may be why. I think I remember dreaming when I was young, because I would have memories that never actually happened…” She said, still watching him.

“Host? You keep mentioning that. Is it someone you live with?” Bonnie asked, “If I am asking too many questions, I am sorry. I just have a need to learn new things, and you are quite interesting.” She said, looking chagrined and laughing softly.

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:12:48 -0500

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“Very true, and I think they do it to each other as well…” He shook his head lightly and then nodded. “I remember becoming much more social when I figured out how to do this… But I was young, my Host’s mother thought that I was a strange child from school.”

He laughed lightly before sobering up at the question. “Mmh, well, I feed on emotions and sometimes that naturally interrupts people’s sleep. People have been asking me to do this to certain individuals.” He shrugged and looked away.

“I’m not proud of it, but it’s more like being used as a weapon than being pointlessly cruel myself… Right?”

Bonnie thought on it, “Yes, it is more like being used as a weapon… Though I would not want to be used at all. It is too much like slavery to me, which is another pointless thing that humans do.” She shrugged, “But if it is something that you must do to feed, I do not see a problem. You are not being cruel, you are doing what is natural.”

She looked back to the children, and their mothers. They were in their own little world, which was different than the world of the people walking by. It was strange, how the world, though it was fundamentally one thing, was so different for each person.

“It is not like what you do actually harms the person either.” Bonnie added, “…Does it?”

“Mmh, I suppose. I do it out of a want to help people… It’s not like they force me, I offer when they ask.” He shrugged lightly before looking back around the park. The children, their mothers, a couple sitting on a bench nearby. He could feel the emotions buzzing off of them.

The children felt joy, the mothers felt boredom and pride in their children, the lovers felt love. It was beautiful, but at the same time so far away and so human. Part of him remembered feeling these things and he missed it.

Her question yanked him out of his reprieve.

“Well… No. My actions do no harm, however if I were to say… Keep someone up all night by being a terror and feeding on their fear, they could lose their job or even die in an accident. Nothing I did, but I technically put it into action.”

She pursed her lips, thinking again, “I see, but you yourself do not try to do that to them?” Bonnie did not see Corin as the type to go out of his way to cause misfortune for someone. It seemed much too far out of his nature, especially after the conversation they were having earlier.

Her eyes strayed back to the humans, she could not feel what they felt. But she could see how they acted and reacted to each other, and that gave her a vague notion of their emotions. She didn’t share his deep set memories of being human, as she never had been. It made her just a little bit jealous, almost. He knew, even if he did not remember, what it was like to be human. Bonnie never knew, and she would never know. It was just part of her personality to want to know things that she didn’t.

“I do not think I have ever dreamed before, if I have, I do not remember… What is it like? Dreaming, or feeding off of someone’s dreams?” She asked, glancing towards Corin.

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-smiles- Kittens?
Kittens! *big grin*

-grins back and sits next to him and the kittens, watching them play- They are simply adorable.

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:57:23 -0500

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He sulked a bit, still in his depression. He was obviously still thinking on it as she spoke, he could do nothing but agree. It was ridiculous to Corin, killing others simply for the sake of it. He saw it, he used it to instill fear sometimes, but rarely did he truly understand why.

Corin turned his head to the side at the question. “I’ve been alright, well I suppose. I’ve been doing side work for people, I don’t get why they all seem to want to make deals with me for it when they could just ask.”

He then laughed, “However I have been getting plenty of emotion to feed on… I’m not going hungry… How are you, if I may inquire?”

She laughed, “That is another thing humans seem to do. It is like they think if you are something inhuman, that you must want something in return for services. It is strange.” Bonnie huffed and shook her head slightly, crossing her arms.

“Hmm, that is good… Ah, I am doing as well as I can. I have not been speaking to people much. I have just recently found out that I can make myself look like this,” She motioned at herself, “So I have just been watching people, and enjoying being able to do it with little to no notice of myself.”

“Side work? What kind of jobs do you do?” Bonnie asked, curious as to what he did that people would try to bargain with him for.

“Very true, and I think they do it to each other as well…” He shook his head lightly and then nodded. “I remember becoming much more social when I figured out how to do this… But I was young, my Host’s mother thought that I was a strange child from school.”

He laughed lightly before sobering up at the question. “Mmh, well, I feed on emotions and sometimes that naturally interrupts people’s sleep. People have been asking me to do this to certain individuals.” He shrugged and looked away.

“I’m not proud of it, but it’s more like being used as a weapon than being pointlessly cruel myself… Right?”

Bonnie thought on it, “Yes, it is more like being used as a weapon… Though I would not want to be used at all. It is too much like slavery to me, which is another pointless thing that humans do.” She shrugged, “But if it is something that you must do to feed, I do not see a problem. You are not being cruel, you are doing what is natural.”

She looked back to the children, and their mothers. They were in their own little world, which was different than the world of the people walking by. It was strange, how the world, though it was fundamentally one thing, was so different for each person.

“It is not like what you do actually harms the person either.” Bonnie added, “…Does it?”

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Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:30:55 -0500

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He snorted at that and laughed, “Mostly they think I’m some crazy man or a ‘goth’.” His expression didn’t remain jovial at the question though, he seemed to think and go silent for a bit. His eyes wandered and he stared off at the horizon for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts.

“Rarely. My kind don’t stay close to one another, we rarely speak when in the shadow… And it is rare to run into another in the physical realm. If we do, however, it becomes a territorial battle. It’s nothing negative, it has nothing to do with emotion but simply territory.”

He wrinkled his nose, “I’ve killed one of my own kind before… It attempted to move in on my territory and feed from my host. That’s how life works, that makes sense… But sometimes I see humans just… Cruelty, I guess I don’t understand that.”

“Oh, I see. I guess when you have the expanse of nothingness to travel through, it is less likely to meet one like yourself.” She said, nodding slightly. Then scuffed a foot against the ground softly, trying to think of something to say.

“I can understand fighting, and death over territory. That is instinct, and instilled in our bones and we cannot help that.” Bonnie said, “But killing merely for the thrill, or hating, or hurting. That, I understand no more than you do.” She said softly, “Cruelty is a difficult thing, that it is.”

Thinking on it saddened Bonnie greatly, her kind had been around for a long time. So long, in fact, that most humans didn’t even know they existed anymore. But, she wouldn’t dwell on it, if she did she would become depressed like most dragons she knew and sleep for years.

“Come, let’s stop thinking over depressing things that we cannot help.” She said, straightening herself slightly and smiling at Corin, “How have you been since we last talked?”

He sulked a bit, still in his depression. He was obviously still thinking on it as she spoke, he could do nothing but agree. It was ridiculous to Corin, killing others simply for the sake of it. He saw it, he used it to instill fear sometimes, but rarely did he truly understand why.

Corin turned his head to the side at the question. “I’ve been alright, well I suppose. I’ve been doing side work for people, I don’t get why they all seem to want to make deals with me for it when they could just ask.”

He then laughed, “However I have been getting plenty of emotion to feed on… I’m not going hungry… How are you, if I may inquire?”

She laughed, “That is another thing humans seem to do. It is like they think if you are something inhuman, that you must want something in return for services. It is strange.” Bonnie huffed and shook her head slightly, crossing her arms.

“Hmm, that is good… Ah, I am doing as well as I can. I have not been speaking to people much. I have just recently found out that I can make myself look like this,” She motioned at herself, “So I have just been watching people, and enjoying being able to do it with little to no notice of myself.”

“Side work? What kind of jobs do you do?” Bonnie asked, curious as to what he did that people would try to bargain with him for.

A Walk in the Park (@ opalescent-freak)

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 23:15:35 -0500

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He nodded lightly, “I can’t really cover up what is different about me… Most people think I’m wearing fake teeth or that I don’t have teeth… Some people think I’m wearing contacts, even when I have my glasses on.” A snort escaped him and he focused on the children, his eyes half-lidded.

“It’s strange… I can go anywhere I want through beds and closets… I can see all of the people, hear them, try to understand them. Yet I’m always left with the question of ‘why’. They’re obsessed with hurting each other, that’s what I don’t understand.”

He turned to look at her and frowned, a confused expression adorned his features. “I mean, they could do so much good for each other… Yet…” He sighed.

Bonnie listened to him, enjoying having someone to talk to who understood her look on humans. “I have not been like this long, so I have not had many humans comment on my appearance. Though one woman earlier thought I had a disease.” She snorted.

Then she looked at him as he did she, and her expression mirrored his, though a touch sadder. “That is just their nature, I suppose. I have been around my own kind for a long time, and even dragons would sometimes hurt each other out of spite. I think it is just something with being… sentient?” She said, with her own sigh, “Have you not been around others of your race?”

He snorted at that and laughed, “Mostly they think I’m some crazy man or a ‘goth’.” His expression didn’t remain jovial at the question though, he seemed to think and go silent for a bit. His eyes wandered and he stared off at the horizon for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts.

“Rarely. My kind don’t stay close to one another, we rarely speak when in the shadow… And it is rare to run into another in the physical realm. If we do, however, it becomes a territorial battle. It’s nothing negative, it has nothing to do with emotion but simply territory.”

He wrinkled his nose, “I’ve killed one of my own kind before… It attempted to move in on my territory and feed from my host. That’s how life works, that makes sense… But sometimes I see humans just… Cruelty, I guess I don’t understand that.”

“Oh, I see. I guess when you have the expanse of nothingness to travel through, it is less likely to meet one like yourself.” She said, nodding slightly. Then scuffed a foot against the ground softly, trying to think of something to say.

“I can understand fighting, and death over territory. That is instinct, and instilled in our bones and we cannot help that.” Bonnie said, “But killing merely for the thrill, or hating, or hurting. That, I understand no more than you do.” She said softly, “Cruelty is a difficult thing, that it is.”

Thinking on it saddened Bonnie greatly, her kind had been around for a long time. So long, in fact, that most humans didn’t even know they existed anymore. But, she wouldn’t dwell on it, if she did she would become depressed like most dragons she knew and sleep for years.

“Come, let’s stop thinking over depressing things that we cannot help.” She said, straightening herself slightly and smiling at Corin, “How have you been since we last talked?”

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