Omen

Uh-oh, looks like this glass noodle wandered a little too far from his home lair (23143, RoxySantana), and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. This is not necessary, but he would be very grateful!

Owners I've Had:

(RoxySantana 23143)
(Lunarduo 539258)
(Spooner 45393)\
(SleepyDoggo 413658)
(Prescott 136580)

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"The Glass Noodle", Omen was abandoned at a young age. He has a condition which causes his body to appear to made of glass. This has made him an outsider in many of the lairs he has found shelter in. What most people do not know is that under his glassy skin there is a kind heart that yearns for a place to belong. Luggage: Sparkling Violet Leg Bow Apparel A soft and glittering purple ribbon tied into the perfect bow. 500 Familiar: None yet Art: None yet

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Spooner:

"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 ********, 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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SleepyDoggo:
The timid spiral peers around the small rock, watching a bunch of snapper hatchlings play. The runes on their skin as well as their similar coloring tell him that they are siblings. The biggest one grabs the stick and runs away laughing, as his siblings chase after him. Omen sighed. He was so lonely, always traveling from one place to the next, looking for someone who would see past his glassy skin. Ironic, even though i'm so clear, no one really looks to see what's inside, he thought. He started to drift to sleep,thinking of siblings and friends he wish he had under the shelter of the cozy rock....

A rough pair of jaws grabbed his bow and pulled him up by it, shaking him. "Hey! Glassy guy, what are you doing here?" He found himself gazing into the mean eyes of a white guardian. She shook him again. "Identify yourself!"
"U-um.. I-i'm Omen.." he found himself whispering.
She snarled and held up a hand full of wickedly sharp claws. "Why are you here?"
When he didn't answer immediately she snapped her jaws in his face loudly, which made him yelp in surprise.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards them. Please, get me out of this, he thought.
"Now now Chrome, we don't do that here, remember?" A kind looking reddish brown snapper walked up, sternly looking at the guardian, who he assumed was Chrome.
She sighed, dropping him in the grass and narrowing her eyes at him as she slinked away.
"I'm terribly sorry about Chrome, she's a bit violent." said the snapper. "By the way, my name is
Treadwell, and you can stay here as long as you like."

He thanked her and decided to go sleep in a cave by the edge of camp for the night, as he didn't want to cross the guardian or anyone like her again.
He was just about to fall asleep when he heard footsteps coming into the cave. A sky blue snapper with an imposing metal helmet walked in, and turned in a circle a couple times before noticing him.
Oh no, she looks tough, thought the spiral. She has weird scales all over her as well, maybe they're battle scars? He hoped she didn't fight him.
"Oh, hello there." rumbled the snapper in a surprisingly musical way. "You must be new here. I'm Torrent." She looked him up and down, noticing his glassy scales. "You're so..."
"I know, i-i'm sorry that i l-look this way." he mumbled.
"No, I was going to say that you look extraordinary." she said, smiling. At least he thought she was, through the helmet. "Anyway, this is my sleeping cave, but you're fully welcome to sleep here tonight."
"T-thank you, that would be great!" he said with a smile. "Um.. also would you mind taking that helmet off? I can't hear you well."
She blushed and looked away.
"Well.... I guess, but you have to promise not to be weirded out." she said. She lifted up her helmet.
Omen was taken by surprise. She had extra ridges of sharp skin, many extra horns, and a pair of scary
looking fangs. Looking into her kind eyes, he suddenly realized that this snapper and him had a lot in common.

3 months later
Torrent sat on the nest of three eggs, smiling at him. He would miss her, but he was a traveler, and that's just what he did. Maybe one day he would come visit and see his children and Torrent and Treadwell and everyone else who had been kind to him on his visit. He set out with a light step and a confident look in his eyes.

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