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13th-dragon-prince--[Prior]
[...]Only after he was presentable did he speak again, hands raised above his head with a hand to hand to an elbow as he smiled as if he hadn’t just devoured a creature’s aetherical core, stretching his muscles some in preparation for a mortal’s training. “What shall be done? Bryn has command.”
Bryn was curious about how the dragon would react to such a request, the sudden stillness curious, and then the sight of him raising the heart all the answer he needed, the words verbal confirmation to body confirmation. As much as he understood the need for any beast, man or animal, to eat, he wasn't used to seeing it done live and in front of him, averting his eyes as the half dragon began to eat the dragon's core. It didn't stop him from hearing it though, the bites, the tearing, and he moved before he could focus on it too much, approaching the dead beast and crouching down.
He had mentioned it before, but now he had to actually do it, collect a claw as proof he had taken down the dragon. Some liked to cut up into the scales, to get the hidden part of the claw, making it look bigger for more payout. Bryn was more honest than that, reaching up to the tip of his barrel and detaching the knife, before crouching down by the dew-claw on the dragon's leg. He paused, shifting his rifle to his back, and then bring the knife down onto the claw. There was a sharp clack, and another, and another, and finally the strength of the blows cracked the claw, and then snapped it cleanly, the Hyur taking the detached keratin and pocketing it in his coat, before he rose and unslung his rifle again.
Whillow was done with the heart, leaving him to--good Twelve! He froze, staring at the tongue that was far longer than it should possibly be, wrapping around the dragon's fingers and cleaning them of any gore as Bryn's eyes slowly went wider with each...far too dexterous movement of the appendage, his mind just repeating over and over, not Au Ra. Definitely not Au Ra! It didn't help that he was closer, and he could see every single movement as he cleaned his hand, until he seemed content with his cleaning, and turned to the wide eyed soldier, who could only stare at him without a word, half frozen as he tried to think of something to say, to answer the question, command something he was familiar with, but not in this sense or scenario.
His mouth worked, trying to form a word, when he heard it. A slow, deep, reverberating thoom, the sound of wings in the air, large, huge, and close.
Bryn didn't think, his hand reaching out, clamping over Whillow's mouth, not even caring if he had his tongue still out, spinning him and pulling him back, back against the broad chest of the Hyur as he stepped back into the shadows of the Aevis, his eyes hard, scowling, as his breath brushed the La'Mellae's horns, deadly quiet as he spoke in hushed tones.
"Don't speak. Don't move. Do not make a sound." He paused, and listened, and sure enough, another reverberating thoom shook the air over them, the man shrinking back against cooling body even more. "Something's here."