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capeandcowllogs2012-10-07 03:22 am
governorkang) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-10-07 03:22 am
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WHO: Little!Kang
WHERE: Anywhere in the City
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon/night
WARNINGS: Language, possible violence
SUMMARY: There is a very unhappy young draconian loose
FORMAT: IDC, whatever tagger chooses
Kang had only grudgingly agreed to go with Kenzi to her apartment, waiting for his chance to escape and find a way to get back to the Dragonarmies. Once an opportunity had presented itself, luckily after she'd given him a makeshift kilt out of one of her skirts so he wasn't running around entirely nude anymore, he'd dashed off.
His first order of business had been to figure out if and how he could change to his natural form. Once that had been achieved, he'd felt much more comfortable with observing people and trying to gather information about where he was. He still avoided large crowds, though, and more often than not shied away from anyone that did try to approach him. He was no more than three and a half feet tall, with stubby wings and nubs for horns that hadn't grown in yet on the sides of his head, and his scales shone a very bright bronze in the light.
When he got hungry, he tried to steal food from vendors or people on the street; half the time it was successful, but the other half he left empty-handed. That night, he tried to stave off sleep for as long as possible, but was forced to search for a vacant building.
WHERE: Anywhere in the City
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon/night
WARNINGS: Language, possible violence
SUMMARY: There is a very unhappy young draconian loose
FORMAT: IDC, whatever tagger chooses
Kang had only grudgingly agreed to go with Kenzi to her apartment, waiting for his chance to escape and find a way to get back to the Dragonarmies. Once an opportunity had presented itself, luckily after she'd given him a makeshift kilt out of one of her skirts so he wasn't running around entirely nude anymore, he'd dashed off.
His first order of business had been to figure out if and how he could change to his natural form. Once that had been achieved, he'd felt much more comfortable with observing people and trying to gather information about where he was. He still avoided large crowds, though, and more often than not shied away from anyone that did try to approach him. He was no more than three and a half feet tall, with stubby wings and nubs for horns that hadn't grown in yet on the sides of his head, and his scales shone a very bright bronze in the light.
When he got hungry, he tried to steal food from vendors or people on the street; half the time it was successful, but the other half he left empty-handed. That night, he tried to stave off sleep for as long as possible, but was forced to search for a vacant building.
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"Tell me, Kang, what have they told you of metallics,"
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"Had I meant you harm however, would I not have already?"