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bonercity2016-11-20 12:29 am
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his hoard was comprised of its weight in riches. money was strewn about, or piled high in corners, elegant tapestries draped over the rocks of the cave. there were also bones. bones that had belonged to unfortunate knights or heroes that had attempted to slay this very old, very powerful dragon. but Osomatsu tried to do most of his killings outside, because he didn't like dead bodies stinking up his home. gross, man.
sometimes, Osomatsu took damsels, but not recently. the last broad he brought to his cave nagged him and he'd actually set her free because her voice grated on his nerves. since then, he's just stuck to riches. which is kind of lonely, sure. but at least Osomatsu can do what he wants. like, right now. he wants to count his money again. he's done it eight million times before, but it's time again, since he just added new stuff! and that thought fills him with glee.
he flops onto his stomach, his long red tail swishing gently, and begins shuffling the gold pieces away as he counts them. geez, he feels like the most awesome person in the world...]
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For a knight, he was a bit on the average side, and even with him doing his very best, his lord found more favor in other knights.
Really, his lord was a pretty picky thing.
That being said, his life as a knight wasn’t as adventurous as he hoped it had been. He had never saved a princess— he had never killed an ogre— he had never collected fairy dust. Karamatsu hadn’t even traveled outside of his kingdom he resided in. He was always in the back of the line when he was fighting battles— a part of him had wondered if he pursued the right occupation and lifestyle. This dreading fear would clench his thoughts when he would try to sleep, but he had sworn to himself to not pick up his harp nor his pen and parchment again.. no matter how much he wanted to sing or write. Because of the rejection he had received, Karamatsu felt it pointless to even do such things.. even for fun, and even if he thought it gave him happiness. He had a duty to perform and things to do.
One day, he heard loud rumors about a greedy creature that had been terrorizing neighborhood countrysides and villages. Of course, some of these things people took as myths, but some people took them rather seriously. For example, Karamatsu was very much interested and.. frightened at the wild idea that maybe their kingdom would be next. These agonizing fears that he had kept him up late at night, and he could not sleep.
Perhaps if he went for a walk, maybe he would be able to sleep.
Karamatsu wrapped a cloak around his body and pulled a hood over his head as stepped outside from his quarters… only to turn back around, and, for the first time in a very long time, pick up the dusty harp from his bedside mantle and blowing out the candle. Delicate feet tiptoed down the corridors until he reached the outdoors, and went for a walk.. a very long walk.
The bright moon light lit his pathway just fine, puffs of breath easing out from his lips. When he knew he was far enough from civilization, he played as he walked. Melodious chimes broke into the silence of night time, and, as much as Karamatsu wanted to sing, he held the words behind his teeth as his feet absentmindedly took him further and further into the woods.
Humming, though.. that was a different story. ]
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he ventures deeper into the woods, seeking a boar that had wandered close to his cave. and that is when he hears it. music. the sound of someone humming. it frightens the boar away, and Osomatsu snarls in anger. who the hell was playing music at this hour of the night? maybe it was his next meal.
he crawls on his belly toward the music, and it only gets louder. finally, he feels like he's only about thirty feet away, and he catches sight of the hooded man. he snorts from his hiding place, smoke puffing from his nostrils as he watches the other walk. this was it! dinner time!
and he waits. and waits. and continues to wait. for what? Osomatsu isn't quite sure, exactly. perhaps for the song to be finished? but why should that matter? he should pounce on whoever that was immediately! they were scaring away all the food! and yet, he hesitates. Osomatsu is soothed by the melody. he sits finally, just watching, blinking large eyes as he peeks out through the bushes]
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He sits on a fallen tree along the trunk of it.
Finally, he gives in: ]
"Gentle, modest little flower,
Sweet epitome of May,
Love me, but for half an hour,
Love me, love me, little fay."
Sentences so fiercely flaming,
In your tiny shell-like ear,
I should always be exclaiming
If I loved you, my dear—"
[ Karamatsu seemed pleased as punch to sing such painful words, but then without warning, he stops all together and simply closes his eyes. ]
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.......
[he waits]
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Contemplating some more, he plucks at the harp again, this time a more playful, upbeat tune. Hopefully Osomatsu likes that. ]
"Would you know the kind of maid,
Sets my heart a-flame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in everything,
Hang her head in modest way,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say,
'Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!'
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!"
[ And so forth, so forth. He seems a bit happier with this choice of song, but after he's been seated here for awhile, he decides to stand.. to leave..? Though he feels an odd presence and looks in the direction of Osomatsu, squinting slightly. ]
1/2
AH HAHAHAHA!
[he laughs out loud, hands on his hips]
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...............
[Osomatsu stares at the other man. who... is staring back. then he clears his throat and points at him]
You! Why did you stop?
1.2
Karamatsu can only stand there, fearful, his knees even quake slightly from such surprise! What is he going to do? ]
2.2
[ ????? stop what.. what was he doing... this is a trick question..
be brave, little knight. ]
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[Osomatsu continues pointing. just pointing, glaring. he doesn't look that menacing, does he? at least not in this form. he almost looks human, aside from the horn, wings, and bright red-orange tail. but he is definitely a dragon, the hooded man might be able to see the smoke that puffs out from Osomatsu's nostrils when he huffs]
Stop... what...? I wasn't doing anything! [other than watching and listening]
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You... [ ... ] ceased your laughter! That is what you stopped!
[ way to go..
Karamatsu doesn't even have his sword with him, so this isn't good at all.. ]
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Oh, yeah. I... guess? That is something that I stopped doing. [blink]
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Karamatsu quits fidgeting and shaking once he notices this monster's relaxed demeanor. Bizarre. It was almost like just talking to another person.. who had a tail and wings and horns and.. puffed smoke, evidently. He swallows thickly, holding his palm forward in what appeared to be a stop motion, stepping forward carefully (but still out of his reach.) ]
.. You're the fiend that everyone has been talking about, aren't you? That has been terrorizing innocent peasants and taking their objects?
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[Osomatsu bristles when he is accused. suddenly he looks less relaxed, more defensive, but he doesn't move from his spot. his tail swishes]
It's pretty rude to call someone you just met a fiend. I'm a dragon. [he snorts smoke] ...But I may have done... some stuff... like that.
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A—Ah, but you just admitted yourself you did such terrible things..! So that would make you a fiend, would it not..!?
A self proclaimed fiend! You must be very dangerous..!
[ ??? ]
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You're the one throwin' the F-word around like it's nothing! I never called myself that!
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Ah, my apologies! That was very rude..!
[ ??? apologizing to the monster, ok. ]
[ Oh no. The dragon is throwing a hissy fit now. Karamatsu doesn't know what to think..! What if he blows fire at him? He's defenseless at this rate!
In a moment of panic, all Karamatsu knows what to do is to.. play the harp again. He doesn't sing just yet, he just plays a very pretty melody.
Maybe it will calm him down? ]
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[wait. what's he doing? why is he just starting to play in the middle of their conversation? weirdo.
still.
Osomatsu snorts, smoke billowing from his nostrils. but... he does look less agitated after hearing a few notes. eventually, the dragon plops down on the ground, curling his tail around himself timidly. thou hast calmed the beast!]