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    @Ralin;
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    SHARPTOOTH IS UNAMUSED BY YOUR OFFERING. PLEASE BRING ANOTHER.

    The mangled body of a frillish, its blue fins desiccated, hits the ground with a gentle plop. Body fluids ripple around from the impact; ghostly tendrils trail in unbent, green blades of grass. The limp pokemon leaves tiny footprints of clear ooze on the surrounding meadow as it's hastily dragged back, and the young amaura looks up with wide eyes. Rainbow headfins ripple in the absence of a breeze, once-sturdy, stony legs are quaking. Please, Sharptooth, she whispers back, telepathic voice no older than that of a young girl. My clan has sent me with four offerings so far, and all of them have been judged inadequate. What is is that you would like?

    Long pause.

    UM. SHARPTOOTH DOESN'T KNOW. SOMETHING BETTER.

    The amaura pauses; liquid courage seems to fill her! The temperature begins dropping as she straightens her serpentine neck, holding her head up straight as she looks up the cliff face again, where she speaker is invisible, and she prepares to--

    NOW! The roar that follows is enough to blast the grass horizontal, send the frillish flying straight into the amaura's body, bowl her back even as she tries to stand her ground. She shrieks in alarm as the tantrum above intensifies; rocks sheer themselves from the cliff face and fall down around her, a snowless avalanche unfolding right before her eyes. She shrugs out from beneath the frillish and turns heel to run, stocky legs taking her far through the field, back to the snow-capped mountains in the distance. The Aurora clan might not look kindly on her failure, but she'd much rather face them than it.

    As she runs, and the beast above slowly stills, she chances a glance back. From this distance, the rocky cliffs that recede into dark crags and caves still look like teeth clawing the sky; the Sharptooth lives in a lonely abode, a throne of its own creation. She's never seen its face.

    If only there were a bigger dragon; maybe they could show it who was boss...!

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    The large behemoth of a dragon stepped from the dying grass and onto the frozen earth. It shivered, the composure of the titan crumbling within seconds. The eyes of the dragon scanned the area. For as sharp as their eye's natural design, their pupils seemed dull. Everything felt dead around it. Not that that was the case, it was quite the opposite. Life streamed in and out of them with every breath. Age riddled the body of the beast, lights pulsating. If you knew where to look, where to follow the lights, you coud find the dragon's age like rings on a tree.

    This body was not theirs though. This was a chance at a new perspective, a chance to see life unfold around them. Everything felt faster, then slower, the concept of time was lost on them. Their thoughts pacing along, trying to keep up. Time moved normally, this body was not built for normalcy. The soul within was though.

    This wasn't the souls body, after all. Everything felt surreal, disconnected. Stepping forward and into the mountainous terrain was much harder than it should have been. The body recoiled with every movement.

    This is not my body. This is not mine.


    Another step, two large towering legs now on cold ground. Then three, then four. The brisk air gtazed its skin. It snorted out a breath in shock at the temperature. Heat erupted from its nose.

    The mountains were calming, a memory of a place high up unknown to them flashed in their head.

    Another flash. A creature like them but not them was now running across the horizon. A smaller blue beast, just like them.

    Their eyes scanned the surroundings again. Nothing. An internal shrug brought the dragon to the conclusion that they should follow at a disyant. Maybe they could help them understand how to walk properly.

    They wobbled forward, towards the running beast.
    "...And the silence will not cover me."

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    @Ralin;
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    The amaura runs on overlarge feet, almost tripping over the rocks and trees that seems to sprout up in her path out of the frozen tundra. She's still casting terrified looks over one stone shoulder when--

    Whumph!

    A bray of alarm slips out of her mouth, and she scrambles back. The fins on the back of her neck pulsate wildly, like a mood ring. Pink to yellow to red, deep red, fluttering in alarm. She looks up with quivering eyes in shock.

    Her wish, as absurd as it seems, has been granted.

    The amaura casts has to crane her serpentine neck upward at the behemoth in front of her, a magical tangle of time and scales and steel. It whispers of steam and fire and rage. It stumbles. There are paradoxes here that she could not even begin to understand. It dwarfs her; even the footprints that it leaves in the snowy ground are big enough for her to curl up in. She's suddenly struck with an impossible feeling of tininess and youthfulness, one that had begun when she was talking to Sharptooth but that had only intensified now.

    Di... Dialga, she whispers aloud, her voice full of reverence. She bows low; frills on her neck flare out and flash pink. This is a big dragon indeed, bigger and ancienter (ancientest? More ancient?) than she could ever imagine. Is she even allowed to ask this of such a great behemoth? Is that something that's allowed?

    Her other option, though, is to return to Sharptooth with another failed offering.

    The thought of that retribution fills her with courage. I am named Littlefoot. When she's looking down with her head bowed low, her feet look even bigger than normal.

    (Her parents, kind souls though they were, weren't very good at guessing what kind of features their children would have. Her brothers, Longtail and Big Richard, were perfect examples of this lack of foresight).

    Littlefoot the big-footed amaura continues, There is a super-big monster at the top of the cliffs. It demands sacrifices from my village that we cannot make. Can you help me pacify it?

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    @Elysia;
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    Their throat locks up as they begin to speak. Their voice was different, it hadn't left their throat, but the rumbling, the deep tearing against heir vocal chords. A rush of wind pressed against their body. (Was it from within or outside?) A grunt forced itself out of their chest. A young woman's voice ejected out of the beast. Their tongue unrolling itself as if dispensing some sort of thing that was in their food that shouldn't be there.

    That was right, she wasn't this beast, she was someone else, Victoria? Yeah, that had to be it. That was the only name that came to her mind.

    The voice was Victoria's but it was deepened, as if she was trying to imitate a beast of her size. It sounded more mocking than menacing.

    "Sharptooth?... Village?" Both of these things felt unfamiliar. Her mind seemed to be scattered after this odd change in lifestyle. Her heart and mind certainly understood "help," though. She lowered her long neck to the dinosaur. Small. Small meant helpless. She blinked and snorted out heated breath. "I can do it myself. You'll only get in the way." She spoke calmly, quietly. Her large feet wobbled forward on unbalanced steps. Her voice pierced what seemed tobe the atmosphere that surrounded the mountain. "Take me to this... Sharptooth, I guess."

    Power coursed through her, more than she had ever felt. The terrifying part was how natural it felt. Her chest pulsed. Time moved in its odd current, unphased by anything, but constantly shifting. This was the perfect chance to understand this body, to see what it was made of.
    "...And the silence will not cover me."

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    @Ralin;
    you are two posts in!
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    The dragon speaks!

    Littlefoot steps back with a tiny squeak of surprise. The voice... it sounds human. The words are spoken softly across a tongue. Vocal chords that know only roars are shaping into a common song. The voice of a child in the body of an ancient. Littlefoot doesn't know what would've scared her more: hearing the rumbling roar of a Dialga, or this.

    Dialga lowers its (her?) neck down to meet Littlefoot's gaze; a head bigger than Littlefoot's entire body sizes her up. She tries not to tremble; her big feet help her stand strong! The fiery breath that ripples out when the dragon snorts sends her fins flapping in heated wind. This is big! Dialga thinks she'll only get in the way. Dialga is definitely right.

    Th... thank you, Miss Dialga! Littlefoot stammers, shaking herself to try to bring back her natural cold, which even just Dialgra breathing on her had dispersed. She wants to say more; the praises and songs are pouring at her tiny mouth and her big eyes bulge at the thought, but she knows better! Miss Dialga is a creature of immense time and space and power and might. The fact that she is even spending time here, to help Littlefoot out with the hole she's dug for herself... Miss Dialga probably doesn't want to hear her chatter. But Littlefoot's bubbling in joy, big feet prancing big footprints into the icy tundra around her.

    Right this way! She trots proudly back in the direction she came, her head held high, fins humming proudly in the wind like sails. Sharptooth might be big and have sharp teeth, but he had nothing against a dragon!

    What brings you to these parts? Littlefoot practically sings before she remembers her promise not to bother Miss Dialga. Oops. Most people don't come here. Sharptooth is scary. He rules these lands.

    Speak of the devil! The journey back doesn't feel so fast, so breathless, but somehow there they are, staring at the rocky crags of Sharptooth's domain again!

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