Travelling dragon, but her bio was wiped. Survived anyway.

Mango is now the caretaker for all roasts/assorted entries for the travelling dragons I write for.

Traveler List

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29/09/2020 - Hawksong


"And then- and then in comes the new guy, and he is... well. 'How do you do?', says he. On his bird."

Brennan is in stitches at this. The boat rocks in the desert dunes as the great Mirror rolls about, cackling like a mad lad. "A bird!" he just about screams, and Lars flinches only a little.

"Yeh, that's right! His bird." He draws a wavy line in the dusty deck; a seabird, perhaps, or a wave, or maybe even a logo for some fast food establishment. It's hard to tell with Lars. "A big, fat one. Almost as ugly as him. And a little bit angry, on account of being sat on and such. So I say to him, well now, I'm quite fine, besides being dead and such, but- what do you think you're doing with that bird? That bird looks like it's about to be dead as me!"

Lars pauses, because he does love his dramatic effects, and Brennan rolls to his feet, snakes his neck in, closer, closer, like Lars' stupid story can be read and not heard somehow. He even squints his eyes, two at a time. "And he answered, didn't he? C'mon, out with it."

A snort. "Most of the little ones wouldn't bother talking to us proper responsible adults. But this one-" And Brennan cracks up, and Lars has to wait for him to shut up, before he gets on with it.

Sadly, Brennan does not shut up. "What'd he say? What'd he say?"

"He said... that he was a bloody birdwatcher!"

"No! No, you mean bird eater! Wait. Wait, I know this one." Puffing out his chest, the Mirror makes a genuine attempt at thinking. "Bird... sitter! 'Cos he sat on the bird!"

"Never! It was birdwatcher, watcher he said. I'll swear it on my own grave!" Lars throws back his head, and roars so loudly, perhaps the fleeing Bogsneak will hear him. Perhaps not. He hopes he will be heard. "Birdwatcher!"

Brennan laughs and laughs, flopping onto the sand and beating his claws upon it. The howls of the ghostly Mirror echo across the sands, and before long, Lars joins him.

If the hatchling has heard, it is surely running.

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29/09/2020 - Maelor

Maelor honestly didn't mean for it to happen. But, she was flying at speed, and she couldn't see very well, so she was sort of relying on other dragons to get out of her way. And the other dragon didn't get out of her way, so, well, it was entirely her fault.

At least the dunes provided a soft landing to the flying accident, Maelor's weight cushioned by the mystery dragoness. They went down in a tangle together in the sands, both biting and clawing, and both also completely missing because, well, neither could see.

Yep. Neither.

As they rolled down the side of a dune, hissing and carrying on, so did the cogs in Maelor's mind, until at last she figured it out. Here was a dragon cursed with sight just as bad as her own! "Stop! Stop! You're terrible at this, anyway."

"I don't suck!" the other dragon snapped back, coiling around Maelor and trying to pin her legs down, but she was laughing. "I don't blow! I'm just in training. You better watch out when I'm fully funk trained! I will use my ears and nose to funk you into next week!"

Ears and nose definitely sounded like Maelor's condition. Still, the other dragon's answer only raised more questions: "Training? Funk?"

"Funk training! It's like battles, for dragons who can hit others without seeing." Maelor flicked her tongue out, tasting the air, but there was no funk here. Or at least, 'funk' must mean something else, something more ridiculous - and the Spiral laughed, relaxing her grip. A mistake that could be used against her. "Not that you should bother trying. Since you can't-"

The Skydancer promptly utilized all that she had been taught, focused her hearing on that irritating voice, and managed to slap the Great Funky Annoyance right in the face. "I'm Maelor. I can hit other dragons without seeing. I think I can do this... 'funk training'. Now, what's your name?"

"Funkasista?" The Spiral's tail twitched and flicked in the sands; they could both hear the fidgeting. Nervous. "I was gonna say you've got no groove, but. Um. You can train with me, then. If you want. If you think you can... groove, anyway."

Maelor smirked, then remembered that the Spiral probably couldn't see it. She tried to sound like she was smirking, instead. "Is that a challenge?"

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30/09/2020 - Zodzog

"Another purple dragon, hm? I guess you think you're something good." Karen sniffs, and the sniff is about as weaponized as the great cleaver she carries. Fae she may be, but she's not about to let some naked Mirror get the best of her here. "Well, you're not. Actually, you're basic."

Such a burn. She spent ten minutes thinking that one up, and Zodzog only shrugs - in her sleep, but Karen doesn't know that. "Hey! Are you disrespecting me? I'll speak to the manager about you. Actually, I can already do it, since you're naked. You're not allowed to be naked here."

PROUDMAN walks past. Karen ignores him, because hypocrisy is just her thing.

"Imagine that! A naked dragon, in my lair. That's an offence. Actually, your name's an offence. So's being basic, that's... that is even more naked than naked. You're making purple dragons everywhere look bad, not just me. I'm going to complain about you." And she pokes Zodzog, which is a mistake, because the Mirror's back feels all itchy, and so she rolls on top of Karen, and rubs her right into the ground.

Naturally, the manager is called. The manager turns out to be Karen, so it's time to go - but now with a list of Crimes.

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30/09/2020 - Amygdala


Maheru tilts his head far to one side, then so far to the other, it comes all the way back around.

"Hm? Did you want a reading? But it's not Christmans yet."

There's nobody there to answer him; nobody in the old power plant, and certainly nothing sentient in Amygdala's head. The smell of blood is everywhere. Amygdala throws herself this way and that, bouncing off the cave walls, snapping at anything and everything. Kill. Kill. Kill.

"Oh! You like me? Well, I guess I can indulge a lady."

He sounds so casual about how she's trying to eat his face - and then Amygdala realizes, she's trying to eat his face and it's not working. Her teeth are going right through; there's no meat to be had on him. Darn it. The Tundra swings her head around, inhaling, then makes a run for where the smell is strongest. There's a broken rail here, a fifty-foot drop, and down goes Amygdala, her claws gouging into the sides of the shaft.

There's a corpse down here. Score. She goes to eat its face, and- oh no, that's the stupid Spiral's face.

Reason stirs. That Spiral should not be down here. That Spiral should not be up there. Well, not at the same time - this is a trap. It has to be a trap, and the beast might not be the brightest, but it certainly knows about hunters and traps, and that inedible Spiral surely must be a trap.

"I've seen others fall, but never jump." Two pink eyes appear over the rail, glowing more than a little. Her trapper's not too bright, apparently. Amygdala roars at them until they go away, then spreads her wings and proceeds to bruteforce gravity, hurling herself up and sliding down the wall, then hurling herself up again, a little higher each time.

"So, did you want me to do the reading from up here, or-"

Amygdala pops up over the railing, and tries to eat the stupid trapper's face again. Doesn't work, so she runs, runs, runs out of the powerplant, snarling at the top of her lungs.

"Hold on! I didn't even draw your first card!"

She keeps running.

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1/10/2020 - Rho

Maheru tilts his head far to one side, then so far to the other, it comes all the way back around.

"You know, I feel like we've done this before. Have we? You tried to eat my face, break my heart, all that?"

There's nobody there to answer him; nobody in the old power plant, and certainly nothing sentient in Rho's head. The smell of blood is everywhere. Rho throws herself this way and that, bouncing off the cave walls, snapping at anything and everything. Kill. Kill. Kill.

Maheru smiles, wrapping coils around a broken rail. "I repeat myself a lot, too. If you want me to... I guess I can indulge a lady."

But something tells Rho she can't eat Maheru's face, yummy as it looks. Some other beast has already been here, already tried that, already clawed up the walls trying. Rho is a creature of experience, or at least other people's experiences.

...hang on. Those claw marks look almost like what she'd have done, herself. But if it wasn't Rho, then who-?

Another one, like her! It must be! Maheru pulls out his deck of cards, ready to tell some fortunes, and even faster than her mother did, Rho turns and runs, runs, runs out of the powerplant, snarling at the top of her lungs.

She has bigger quarry to find, now.

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1/10/2020 - Thunder

If Thunder had emotions, she would have been surprised to find the dragons living in the middle of a desert, worming their way through broken stone columns. Instead, she simply pauses to analyse the group, look for stragglers and the vulnerable. None out here, but perhaps deeper in the unidentifiable ruins, there is something.

"Oh! A visitor!" A Pearlcatcher comes hurrying out; a greeting party, Thunder thinks. She looks sort of important, with a great deal of jangling jewellery, and dragons trail after her like they do back in the hive. Live snakes twist and hiss in her mane. "It is so wonderful to meet any new believer. I am the High Priestess of this humble temple to Osiris. May I ask your name?"

Name. Something registers, deep down: she knows this definition. How wonderful! "Name: A word or set of words by which a person or thing is known, addressed, or referred to. Example: My name: Thunder."

There is an awful, awful silence at this. Even the snakes don't dare make a sound, as the Pearlcatcher fumes.

"Thunder?!?"

"Yes?"

Thunder puffs herself up, and hisses like a wild thing. Several of her loyal soldiers come scrambling to her command, eager to impress the High Priestess of Osiris out of her terrible mood. This could be a promotion, right here. Or a meal. The new dragon doesn't look so edible, but when you live in a secret desert hideout, you're willing to try to eat pretty much anything.

"Such insolence! Don't you know who you're talking to?"

The hivemind Thunder watches the display with something like boredom. Perhaps it is merely idling out. It's kind of hard to tell with things that don't have brains. Meanwhile, Thunder's mane is standing on end, and she approaches the Spiral on two legs, staring down her nose at it. It would be an intimidating display, if a creature of a hivemind could actually be intimidated. "Answer me!"

"Input invalid. No question has been asked."

"INVALID!" shrieks Thunder, and her tail lashes, sending sand into Thunder's face. It's a hostile gesture, and Thunder responds in kind, lowering her body to the ground with a growl. "You're the invalid one here!" Thunder rants on. "Daring to use my name! Names have power!"

Name. Something registers, deep down: she knows this definition. How wonderful! "Name: A word or set of words by which a person or thing is known, addressed, or referred t-"

"No!" Thunder waves her head, side to side; a snake about to strike. Thunder continues to idle. This makes Thunder very annoyed indeed. "I- I'm exiling you! Fear me! Don't you know what fear is?!?"

Fear. Something registers, deep down: she knows this definition. How wonderful! Yes, Thunder knows what fear is, and so Thunder very reasonably tells Thunder so: "Fear. Noun: an unpleasant, often strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger. Verb: to be afraid of (someone or something) as likely to be dangerous, painful, or harmful. Example: You fear me."

Apparently this very helpful explanation isn't so helpful after all, because Thunder snarls and spits and makes noises best left unprinted. "I- I do not-" And then back into the unprintables. The guards seem quite shocked by the language.

"You're banned, Thunder", says one of the foot soldiers, and only then does Thunder understand that Thunder should probably leave Thunder alone.

(Thunder may or may not have cried herself to sleep, that night.)

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1/10/2020 - Perhaps

My dearest brother,

It is with sincere regret in my bleeding heart that I inform you of the most terrible news that has befallen me. Indeed, you may want to remain seated for the remaining duration of this horrifying dispatch. The most severe of fates has befallen me in the most disastrous of fashions, tearing me limb from metaphoric limb, with no small amount of purely symbolic gibs! No, I would not wish such an awful encounter on even my father, so catastrophic and indomitable is what has been forced upon my fragile and aching soul.

Even now, I shudder to even fathom the plague of the MANCAVE OF MANLY MANGENTA MANS, what they must battle against each day, spirits flagging against its inevitably conquering numbers of pain and deepest depths of scarlet torture.

Bears.

All of the bears.

Indeed, I have had to make my ignominious exit of this place pursued by a bear. Brother, I am not well pleased.

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2/10/2020 - Omen

"What've we got here? An omen?"

Cracking a wide smile, Brennan comes forwards to inspect the new dragon that just crash-landed on their boat. He's cautious, but he's confident, edging nearer to the pile of coils and scales.

"Would you look at that, Lars! He's all see-through. Little glass-looking thing, but without any drink... That's what I'd call pretty, pretty damn useless!"

It's a calculated barb that sets Lars into fits of laughter. Most dragons would react with rage to such a provocation - but Omen can only twitch, surely exhausted from what must have been one hell of a flight here. They're in the middle of a desert, after all, so it can't have been easy to get this far.

He's probably not going to to survive much longer without help. Brennan licks his lips, circling the Spiral. "Weak little thing, isn't he? He's gonna die, isn't he? I can see his heart, Lars. Looks pretty weak, too."

What a hyena Brennan is. Lars shivers, but he purrs because he knows the Mirror wants to hear it, a low rumbling of complete and utter approval. "If we were to save him, he would owe us terribly. He might come back, might even bring his children back to listen to us." Total poppycock, but he says it all the same. Brennan doesn't look convinced in the least, so Lars adds: "Oi, do you want him dying out here and haunting our boat?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself!" Brennan bows to him, mockingly, but he bows, and Lars relaxes just a little. Perhaps he won't have to watch Omen's back tonight. (He will do it anyway, because Brennan is Brennan.) "Why, it's as though you've done it all before!"

"I have." Muscling his way past the Mirror, Lars steps up to Omen, and clumsily ties a scrap from the ship's ugly sails about the Spiral's leg. It's not an easy feat, Lars being a ghost and all, but he manages. "Get him water, Brennan."

"Eh? What's the stupid bow for?"

For tracking him, dummy. Anything to help him take his own mind off this damn boat, stuck in the rolling dunes. The Spiral will likely kick it off quick, but not before Lars gets some entertainment out of the tracking.

"It's so he won't forget our help, so he owes us favours and stuff," he lies. "Besides..."

Lars observes his handiwork for a moment, then smiles. "Makes him look more stupid, don't it?"

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2/10/2020 - Cherry


At a long-beached boat in the desert, Cherry came across a most unpleasant population of spectral sand-dwellers. These black-and-white dragons seemed determined to do everything Cherry despised; they stabbed each other in the back for fun, and just generally were terrible. Like, seriously, the worst. It was little wonder they were ghosts; Cherry could only imagine what they must have been like in life.

Of all the things they did, the worst was probably the incessant insulting of each and every dragon that flew by. From the moment Cherry arrived, these absolute nobodies were heckling her!

"Look at her, boys!" cooed one Mirror who thought himself very funny indeed, bouncing up towards Cherry with his claws well and truly out. "It's like some bloke was painting a fire engine, except he tripped!"

"Easy, Brennan", a Guardian purred, but he didn't step in to help. "You might upset the little lady."

"You mean- you mean, the little red stop sign!" Brennan roared, stumbling over himself in his terrible mirth, and the Guardian laughed. Some of the ghosts laughed with him, too, which couldn't be a good sign.

For a moment, Cherry wondered if perhaps she should look for shelter elsewhere. Then she remembered deserts generally didn't have much in the way of shelter, and planted her feet, hissing, flaring her wings as she'd seen Wynn do earlier in her travels. The new Mirror suddenly found other things more worthy of his attention, and the others didn't seem keen on bothering Cherry further. Which suited her fine; there was food here, water too, and some shelter from the desert winds in the boat's various cabins.

Cherry slept with the ghosts that night, though she wasn't quite trusting enough to sleep below decks. This turned out to be a terrible mistake, though not due to anyone trying to backstab her - the ghosts seemed too meek for anything like that. No, Cherry's torture came courtesy of a weird population of red dragons living across the sand from the boat. They must have been nocturnal, because they kept trying to fly over the boat, dropping fliers about their weird 'Osiris' god, and if the resulting scuffles between ghosts didn't wake Cherry, the brochures landing on her face certainly did.

Not wanting to be confused as a cultist herself, and also wanting some actual sleep, Cherry decided to leave them all well alone.

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23/10/2020 - Alexi

My next stop was at a strange place, deep in the desert. Like, I'm not really sure which way I went, but somehow I came upon this fascinating... ruin... cave... place? Now, I know that saying 'fascinating ruin' sounds odd, it's like saying 'awesome broken thing', but hear me out - the more I tried to explore it, the more dead ends I ran into! Isn't that fascinating? It really felt like someone was trying to stop me from getting inside! So cool! So of course, I had to get right to the middle of it. I am really one for getting to the middle of these things.

...Eventually, a dragon showed up and told me I had to leave, because I was going to 'ruin the magic' if I kept trying to get inside. Not cool.