Khona Moshr
Pink Flamingo Cabal Healer(they/them)
- Location
- Alabama
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Ask who the hell this person is and what they're doing in your cave. You're in no mood to be anything but blunt.
Yeah, that sounds like aunts to me."Well whenever you pick someone you're wanting to form something long-term with the aunties think it over - and the aunties always know."
"Magic?" he asks.
"Most comprehensive and wide-reaching spy network in any nation and beyond," you reply wide-eyed. "They will know."
And he turns into a dogman, 10/10 best husbando and best boy."Ooooh! Oh yeah I can do that!" Jun-ho looks down at the barrel and concentrates as hard as he can. Suddenly, all at once, with an audible poof and a wave of dry heat he's covered in a thin layer of scarlet fur and literal flickering flames. He's an upright dog-man of the same size and proportion as his old form, long and lean and lanky. Bright emerald-green eyes still glowing beneath coral antlers.
You most certainly are, Jun-ho,"Yeah well they're called 'bulgae' and they're majestic and beautiful," Jun-ho adds weirdly vehemently.
So based on that dream sequence I assume this'll be our requisite incubus/demonboy. Either that or a dreameater of some sort.At which point you realise that you and Jun-ho aren't alone in your cave. You can hear someone pacing back and forth off to your right somewhere, their footfalls making a weird noise you can't quite place. They're muttering something to themselves, clearly so wrapped up in whatever it is (and you so groggy and wasted that you've barely moved) that they don't actually know you're awake yet. Definitely not the ifrit, you can tell that much at least. For starters, he seems more the hover-lounging than walking type.
"Oh right!" you say suddenly, lurching a little as you lean over the barrel-table. You prop yourself up on your elbow, sipping from the goblet in your moderately swaying other hand. "IIiii haaaave... a magic treasure-map. That points me to treasure. With a magic compass."
"Wow," Jun-ho says insightfully.
"And I thought I said shaddup!" you jab a talon at him accusingly. "An- anyway the more gold I have the nicer the aunties'll be at Nana Illvithri's birthday -or kill me less painfully I guess- so I'm gonna go fffind it all and you can come with me if you want 'cause it's something to do I guess y'don't have to I mean we can do what you wanna do too it's not like every day nothing but treasure-hunting."
"S'okay!" Jun-ho comforts you, pat-pat-patting your shoulder rather harder than you think he's intending. "You tried! And that's what counts! S'long as you keep trying!"
Which is when you wake up with a disgusting, deep, apnea-skronk that frightens even you.
oh no he's hot"Ooooh! Oh yeah I can do that!" Jun-ho looks down at the barrel and concentrates as hard as he can. Suddenly, all at once, with an audible poof and a wave of dry heat he's covered in a thin layer of scarlet fur and literal flickering flames. He's an upright dog-man of the same size and proportion as his old form, long and lean and lanky. Bright emerald-green eyes still glowing beneath coral antlers.
OH NO HE'S HOT"Yeah well they're called 'bulgae' and they're majestic and beautiful," Jun-ho adds weirdly vehemently.
Jun-ho's an eastern dragon, which are usually revered as gods and blessings for rain and rivers, right? (Examples: The zodiac dragon who was late cuz he got sidetracked helping out some peasants with a drought and Kohaku the river dragon who lost his river from Spirited Away) I think he's maybe someone who got turned into a dragon as a blessing as" 'Scale up'?" Jun-ho asks, leaning over the barrel-table as he refills his cup. "What's- what's this 'scale up'?"
"D'you not have that where you're from?"
The mustachioed dragon shakes his head.
"Uuhhhh how to explain it..." you knock back the rest of your cup and worry the golden stem back and forth between your claws. "Basically a mortal can turn into a dragon if they're greedy enough."
Jun-ho blinks blankly at you.
"I mean, yeah. We're greedy. It's kind of our Thing. Building up treasure-hoards and adding to them over the course of the years and decades and centuries is just kind of this overwhelming need. Like, metaphysically or something. So all throughout the land when someone's too greedy and too miserly, if they push enough people away and covet enough, eventually they'll just wake up one day on a pile of all they've gained a full-fledged dragon."
"So it's... a punishment, here? To become a dragon?"
Now it's your turn to shoot him a blank look. The question takes a second to worm its way through your thickening head. "I mean... I guess?" you answer eventually. "In technical terms yeah it's a curse and sometimes scale-ups get those broken for whatever reason but..." you shrug. "I dunno. I'm like this and I always have been. Just seems pretty normal to me."
There's a long silence cut only by the gentle gurgle of wine flowing into cups. You're having to reach pretty far into the barrel at this point. You don't know what face Jun-ho is making because you're busy staring into the middle distance and trying to remember who it was in the Söfnun fighting pits that got the simultaneous knock-out with the one that always chained his right arm behind his back.
it doesn't look like he's got any dragon parents or siblings.I don't just breathe lightning I absorb it from storms and it's kind of like another food for me- do you have this where you come from?"
"Oh, no I wasn't very uh... deep into the local dragon scene," Jun-ho replies awkwardly.
oh no he has a tragic backstory