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a dragon's tale: unexalted fear
Ibara couldn't exactly pinpoint what the hell he was doing. There he stood, branded up in a vest and shorts yet here the young dragon was surrounded by a rather familiar cold aura. If it wasn't clear already, his rather fiery head was bandaged up from eyes to chin, completely concealing his vision for the most part aside from the occasional glimpse he'd eventually manage to stammer time and time again; truth be told, he didn't like what he saw. The odd tree here and there, interspersed, deathly branches, a hallowed, muffled sound ever-coming from the corner of his ear. Ibara wished he couldn't determine where he was but it was safe to say Ibara knew exactly where he stood.
The young dragon punched at the ground while remaining blindfolded. This was the last time he allowed his teammates to ever choose his location for this supposedly blind-date that he'd been inquired about only a few weeks before. An event to celebrate the 14th of Feburary -- Valentines Day. A rather unsuccessful and uneventful day of the month for the young dragon. He'd never celebrated it before and he was sure, back then anyway, that he wasn't going to start now. That was until the Sabertooth members took him out mid-sleep, bandaged him up and shipped him off to the worst of locations imaginable. Ibara couldn't even think, whomever his blind-date might be, about what they might believe about his "choice" of location..
The young dragon grimaced and spoke aloud, never once, bizzarely, removing his blindfold to observe his surroundings. Was he frightened..? No he was bloody terrified. This situation couldn't get any worse, Ibara crossed his fingers in the hopes that his date wasn't a total bore; only then could it get worse.
"Sabertooth.. you buncha' punks.." Ibara shook himself and prepared for the roller-coaster ahead. This was going to be one bumpy ride.
The young dragon punched at the ground while remaining blindfolded. This was the last time he allowed his teammates to ever choose his location for this supposedly blind-date that he'd been inquired about only a few weeks before. An event to celebrate the 14th of Feburary -- Valentines Day. A rather unsuccessful and uneventful day of the month for the young dragon. He'd never celebrated it before and he was sure, back then anyway, that he wasn't going to start now. That was until the Sabertooth members took him out mid-sleep, bandaged him up and shipped him off to the worst of locations imaginable. Ibara couldn't even think, whomever his blind-date might be, about what they might believe about his "choice" of location..
The young dragon grimaced and spoke aloud, never once, bizzarely, removing his blindfold to observe his surroundings. Was he frightened..? No he was bloody terrified. This situation couldn't get any worse, Ibara crossed his fingers in the hopes that his date wasn't a total bore; only then could it get worse.
"Sabertooth.. you buncha' punks.." Ibara shook himself and prepared for the roller-coaster ahead. This was going to be one bumpy ride.