Dragon fire and hatter magic

He’d lost count of how long he’d been caught and captured, the bold young dragon had fought and struggled which had only irked his captor somewhat and he’d ended up hurt more. So when he’d finally been released, he’d charged forward completely unaware that he’d been set up, when the heavy chains dropped onto him and weighed him down a distressed snarl escaped the smokey grey and silver beast. Fighting the heavy weighted chains, he roared in pain when in the midst of his efforts to get free snapped one of his wings, continuing to struggle he eventually gave up and huddled there wanting nothing more than to get back to his brother. How long had he been away from him? His scatter brained childish sibling wouldn’t be able to survive on his own. Murmuring apologies to his brother, knowing that he’d never see him again, the pale blue eyes of the dragon closed although he remained visibly tense. Swiping his long forked tongue out to taste the air, the scents of the forest came to him there was nothing out there that he could taste for now. His long tail continued to lash fighting the weights and chains, all he wanted was to be free and to head back to his brother, not become some trophy or pet.

Sharp ears picked up soft footsteps, snarling out of fear of poachers, pale blue eyes flicked around trying to find the owner of the footsteps, the wind picked up bringing their scent to him. Female, that was unusual, all the poachers he’d ever met were male and walked with heavy feet. Growling warily, warning her to keep back when the red head spoke to him Logan had little trust for this tiny female, for all he knew it was just another trap, struggling again in the chains and crying out when they pressed against his wing that hung uselessly from his side the young dragon bared his teeth at the stranger. He was sore, and far away from home, he needed to get back to the hatchling that depended on him, his un broken wing was tucked against his side to defend it from any other threats. Trying again to get free and concluding once and for all that he was trapped in these chains and he had little choice but to let the purple eyed female get close, the smokey black and silver dragon huffed and lay his head down his teeth covered by his lips once more. It’d already been too long since he’d been taken from Red, he had to face the fact that it was very likely that the small red hyper hatchling was either caught by poachers or dead. The thought took the last of the fight out of the male, quiet pale eyes watched her, he doubted he’d be able to fly either, his left wing didn’t want to work so it’d be a very long walk back to red, if he was still alive.

Silver eyes stared at her when she murmured that it’d be okay, remaining tense underneath the chains, as soon as they were off of his body the dragon leapt forward and out of the trap. The pain of his wing stopped him from bolting as each step jarred it, crouching down on the other side of the clearing warily glaring at the red headed creature. Considering her offer, he quickly decided that he did want to fly again and so he’d allow her to touch him. Getting up and following her warily, the lanky teenage dragon who had paws that were too big and overly large wings, the black and silver dragon carefully weaved his way through the trees taking great care not to let anything brush his wing. Reaching the small quaint cottage, a snort escaped the beast along with a decent amount of smoke, sitting down he soon opted to lie down so that the short woman would be able to have a petter go at his wing. He couldn’t help but be privately scared however, he didn’t like pain and he was exceedingly worried about the hatchling whom he considered his brother, shifting his weight uneasily he wanted to ask how long it’d take for his wing to heal, how long it’d take to go find his brother but he couldn’t mind speak and so was mute when it came to communicating with creatures that weren’t dragons.

Holding still and not moving as she worked, the dragon rested his chin on the ground and blinked his pale blue eyes that continued to watch her. Displeased that it'd take a few weeks to heal the dragon announced his dislike of this fact with a soft hiss, lifting his head and swinging it around to eye the strange things that she'd put on his wing that he could now not move the wing in question. Listening as she explained that he also wouldn't be able to fly but he was welcome to stick around on her lands and that they were safe, it'd be harder for him to hunt without his wings but he was fairly certain he'd be able to manage. He'd hide out on these lands until his wings had healed and then return to his brother, glancing at her when she mentioned food he considered the question of did he want to rely on a human for food or not. Hungry enough he nodded he couldn't really remember when he'd last eaten, his tail tip twitched not unlike a cat the dragon appearing to have more cat tendancies like many species of dragons did. Lying his chin down on the ground again he sighed softly missing his home missing his brother, his brother was his family, his friend he had nothing if he didn't have red.

Sighing as he was told the less she moved it, he grumbled wanting to be able to fly home and look after his brother already. Turning his head to watch as a black fox leapt upon the girls lap, he snorted and as he did so, smoke billowed out of his nostrils briefly. Her offer of teaching him now to mindspeak however had him lift his head to study her for a few moments before he nodded, learning how to mindspeak early would definitely be to his advantage. The black and silver creature nodded, it would make life easier while he was stuck here, getting up onto his paws he raked up the ground where he was lying before settling back down happier now the ground was more comfortable. The female was strange, small and for some reason kind, he'd never had good experiences with people before hence his mistrust, but she was different it was quite strange, despite himself he was becoming more curious about her.

His forked tongue slipped out of his muzzle to brush upwards in a subtle sign of slight wariness, paying attention as Skye explained that it'd likely feel weird to him and that it'd definitely take a good bit of practice but at least the concept was simple enough. Not quite sure how he was supposed to reach out with his mind, the young dragon's tail tip twitched revealing his mood despite himself, flinching backwards as some unknown force brushed against his mind a very soft warning growl emitted from the beasts chest before he heard the voice of the redhead in his head which silenced the growl instantaneously. Relaxing again, Logan's claws that had dug into the earth released their vice like grip, very tentatively attempting to reply he sought out the connection that thankfully was still there This is all confusing as hell, how am I to reach out with my mind? I don't know how pleased that he could share his thoughts and opinions while their minds were connected like this the spunky somewhat sour teenage aged dragon blinked pale blue icy eyes. Another thought filtered through the mind connection they shared, one that sounded like he didn't even know he'd said it Red... the simple word was filled with longing, worry and pain. His brother was the only thing he really cared about, curling his tail around himself, it kept bugging him like bees stinging him constantly worried, constantly bugging him about his brother.

Listening closely as the hatter went into more detail about how to reach out with his mind he mulled over the information rather seriously. The idea of doing lots of practice on this was rather tiring however it'd be worth it, he'd just have to keep trying, rubbing his muzzle along the ground as it itched he glanced up at her when she asked about his family. How could she tell if Red would be right or not, knowing nothing about hatters he considered her offer, glancing up at her as she introduced herself as Skye the dragon huffed I'm Logan, Red is my brother, I don't know if he'll be okay he's only a hatchling he can't fend for himself his worries for his brother slipped out without him meaning to, his voice quickly became desperate, it was so important that he was safe. The thought washed around and around in his head on repeat, red, red, red, red, like bees buzzing in his head it was driving him insane.

Not really that hungry he didn't show that much interest in hunting, he just pawed at his muzzle which was itchy, sitting up and yawning pale eyes glanced around not really seeing anything there worth hunting straight away anyway. Perhaps later when his wing didn't ache as much, curling himself up and letting the wing that was aching stretch out along the ground, trying to find the most comfortable place to rest without hurting himself further. His tail kept flicking from side to side betraying his displeasure at his wing, perking up when the smell of prey wafted to his nose, he told himself that if something was stupid enough to walk infront of him he'd take the opportunity and kill it and hoard it. Holding still and hoping that the wind wouldn't change, a young and rather naive fawn that'd wandered away from his mother walked into view. Pouncing forward and crushing the animals wind pipe in his jaws, the dragon dragged it over to the ground he'd made his nest of sorts on v possessively.

Half heartedly chewing on the new carcass, he lifted his head to look over at Skye when she reappeared and called out his name, sitting up and licking his chops with his thick forked tongue the dragon visibly brightened up and grew excited when she described her brother. Struggling to reach out with his mind he finally managed to touch his mind to hers yes, yes thats him, Is he okay? How do you know what he looks like? admittedly he didn't care how she knew, just any news of him still being alive and well would be like christmas. The hope was enough to bring back some of his appetite, he had to survive he had to hunt and eat through the pain to find his brother again. Tearing a bite of meat off of the cooling doe, chewing and swallowing he ignored the rise of nausea, pale blue eyes v intently focused on the hatter. He knew next to nothing about hatters save that they were powerful and recently he'd learnt that their territory was neutral for everyone. Perhaps he'd bring red here after his wing had healed, it'd be a safe good place for the youngster to grow up, he dragged himself back to the present in time to listen to what the red head had to say about the red and cream youngster.

Sighing, the dragon relaxed visibly when she said that his brother was fine and that he appeared to be hunting, his little idiot brother hunting seemed so absurd he couldn't help but snort to himself a small puff of smoke escaping his nostrils as he did so. Although apparently Red wasn't too thin so he was finding something worth eating at the very least, praying to whatever spirits were listening to keep Red safe and sound until he got to him silver eyes flicked to the womans hands as they picked bits off the plants outside her door. Skye went on to explained that it was part of being a hatter, that she helped those that needed help, nodding his thanks when he was told that the red head would keep an eye on Red for him the silver being resumed eating a lot hungrier than he'd been previously now that he knew his little brother was okay. His wing was irritating, he wanted to be able to stretch it, to flex the muscles, if he wasn't careful he'd end up out of shape and unable to fly, annoyed at that thought he decided then and there that he'd work hard and stay fit, his mind ringing with the words that a downed dragon was a dead dragon.