Dragon? Demons, sure, but that's the only dragon she's ever seen - Sathanus. But this...this is not a demon.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Overgrown lizard. Maybe not the best thing to say to a fire dragon, she observes, taking a step back in case this "Behemoth" decides to take offense.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Behemoth smiled a wretched, sharp-toothed smile that didn't reach his eyes as he stepped up to take Sean's hand in a handshake. Half a second before their hands met, Behemoth's hand burst into flames.
"Whoa now," Viper says. "Maybe let's try to play nice and polite?" The latter statement is plainly directed at Sean. She can hear the blood roaring in her ears and her heart beats more quickly than she can count. Dragon or not, he's too much like a demon for her liking.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Oz had been studying Behemoth - he knew he had questionable aliases in the past, but what kind of name was that - for the duration of the conversation so far. It was difficult to figure out where he had possibly come from, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. People didn't usually go around parading their magic. He rarely did himself; this situation had prompted it. But the people here all looked human. So why did Behemoth want to come across as something not human?
And then there was the fact that he had tried lighting Sean on fire, even though it might have just been a terrible joke.
He wasn't getting a good feeling from this guy at all.
Still, he had a persona to maintain.
"Well, Behemoth, I'm Oz~" he said, an innocent smile dancing across his lips as he spoke. He didn't stick his hand out. That would have been foolish. But he did adopt an open attitude, resting his hands on his hips and keeping that grin as wide as it could go without coming off as creepy. "It's short for Oswald, but, as I've already said to Viper and Sean, it's a dreadful first name. I've heard of dragons before, but I never thought I'd actually meet one!"
Behemoth laughed quietly to himself. "You all look very human to me, but you don't seem to be from... my world, judging from your dress. Which is fascinating to me. I wonder by what magic you were brought here."
Viper can feel herself beginning to panic, the pain and fear and confusion finally taking hold. There's amusement from within - but isn't hers. It's never hers. Or is it? She doesn't know anymore. The woman's breathing becomes unnaturally even as she tries to hide her weakness and she tenses. If anything, she's more controlled than before, but to the perceptive and practiced observer the rising panic is evident.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Why wouldn't I be?" she answers in an almost hostile manner, eyes tinted luminescent crimson. She's not in the mood for talking feelings.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
