[With a sigh, Kija frowns unhappily as he stares at the task board. No, no.... bugs definitely no... There aren't any options he's overly content with. Blue eyes shift over the board seriously, a white, claw tipped hand, covered in scales holding his chin in thought.
Out of all the options there is one thing he'd be interested in. The street fights. They have him both intrigued and frowning. A test of strength from one man to another, a spar! Back in his village, he never had someone who he could go all out against. This would be a wonderful opportunity, and he'd be only too happy to compete with others. Only... apparently he isn't allowed.]
There should be sparing for all levels.
[What do they mean people born with a natural strength can't compete... ]
[Prompt E: Watch the ledges]
[There are a number of regrets in the moment. The goop in his hair from a slippery tumble down. Wearing his white robes that could easily become heavy with the weight of the disgusting and uncomfortable slime that has now made their way inside them, too. But even more than the first reasons, is his position now. The fact that he's now dangling over the edge, held only by another's hand.
Heart pounding like thunder within his ears, his claw grasps tight onto the arm that had thankfully reached down and grabbed hold of him before he could entirely tumble down toward the depths below. Now the trick is holding on without causing physical harm to the individual helping him. Flailing around, his opposite hand waves dramatically as he attempts to reach up with that, too]
Up, up, up, pull me up...!
[His life is flashing before his eyes in this very moment! Granny he's so sorry, this is not how a sacred dragon is supposed to go.]
[Prompt F: Skeletal Scientists]
[Maybe the mission isn't easy. But Kija doesn't find it overly difficult, either. While others might find the animated skeletons frightening, Kija has faced much worse. Even just that morning. The memory continues to haunt him, sending a shudder to visibly crawl down his spine. He had moved to put on his boots, when there, right in the middle of the left shoe had been a giant, hairy spider. He turns pale at the memory.
Hands lifting, he slaps his own cheeks. Focus. This is different! All he has to do is find the research.
When he hears a noise within the room ahead, he feels a small rush of excitement. Finally- an opportunity for him to use his claw again! Hand lifting, it expands many time's it's normal height. Lingering at the doorway, he listens a moment for the steady shuffling as it nears. Any second now. Just as it moves to step outside the room, Kija takes it by surprise. His claw flies forward, ready to strike!]
RAH-- [ But the cry cuts short.]
-!?
[Reeling he barely stops himself from sinking claws into actual flesh. Blue eyes grow wide in shocked surprise.]
Kija | Akatsuki no Yona
[With a sigh, Kija frowns unhappily as he stares at the task board. No, no.... bugs definitely no... There aren't any options he's overly content with. Blue eyes shift over the board seriously, a white, claw tipped hand, covered in scales holding his chin in thought.
Out of all the options there is one thing he'd be interested in. The street fights. They have him both intrigued and frowning. A test of strength from one man to another, a spar! Back in his village, he never had someone who he could go all out against. This would be a wonderful opportunity, and he'd be only too happy to compete with others. Only... apparently he isn't allowed.]
There should be sparing for all levels.
[What do they mean people born with a natural strength can't compete... ]
[Prompt E: Watch the ledges]
[There are a number of regrets in the moment. The goop in his hair from a slippery tumble down. Wearing his white robes that could easily become heavy with the weight of the disgusting and uncomfortable slime that has now made their way inside them, too. But even more than the first reasons, is his position now. The fact that he's now dangling over the edge, held only by another's hand.
Heart pounding like thunder within his ears, his claw grasps tight onto the arm that had thankfully reached down and grabbed hold of him before he could entirely tumble down toward the depths below. Now the trick is holding on without causing physical harm to the individual helping him. Flailing around, his opposite hand waves dramatically as he attempts to reach up with that, too]
Up, up, up, pull me up...!
[His life is flashing before his eyes in this very moment! Granny he's so sorry, this is not how a sacred dragon is supposed to go.]
[Prompt F: Skeletal Scientists]
[Maybe the mission isn't easy. But Kija doesn't find it overly difficult, either. While others might find the animated skeletons frightening, Kija has faced much worse. Even just that morning. The memory continues to haunt him, sending a shudder to visibly crawl down his spine. He had moved to put on his boots, when there, right in the middle of the left shoe had been a giant, hairy spider. He turns pale at the memory.
Hands lifting, he slaps his own cheeks. Focus. This is different! All he has to do is find the research.
When he hears a noise within the room ahead, he feels a small rush of excitement. Finally- an opportunity for him to use his claw again! Hand lifting, it expands many time's it's normal height. Lingering at the doorway, he listens a moment for the steady shuffling as it nears. Any second now. Just as it moves to step outside the room, Kija takes it by surprise. His claw flies forward, ready to strike!]
RAH-- [ But the cry cuts short.]
-!?
[Reeling he barely stops himself from sinking claws into actual flesh. Blue eyes grow wide in shocked surprise.]
Ah- [Another person.... ]