PSL with Moon

[defendless]

[maybe moon hasn't been to this part of the world in the past couple thousand years, maybe he's just hidden his presence somehow

but he's been in the area for a couple of weeks when a wild-eyed young man bursts into-- wherever he is, regardless of defense levels, looking quite honestly mad. he's a mess, clothes damaged from a rough journey and who knows what all else, body at what would be a breaking point if he could break-- he hasn't slept or stopped running since he could feel moon. only homed in on that new, unfamiliar sensation of a dragon who isn't one of his brothers, is so much bigger.]

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[eggstinction]

What is it?

[defendless]

I could feel you so deeply. I ran... The whole way here, to find you.

[eggstinction]

[...swishes his tail out of its defensive loop. there's a flurry of soft clicking sounds as his carapace unfolds to armor his neck and limbs. a few pieces of his forehead crack off like broken plaster as his gemstone eyes appear.

no extra arms though, since he doesn't have the sleeves for them in this human outfit]

You have found me. But now what?

[defendless]

Oh...

[A soft, breathless noise. Taking him in.]

...I don't know. I didn't think, I just came.

[eggstinction]

You have not met many other dragons, have you.

[defendless]

...Really only the one who gave me their blood...? And they were nothing like you.

[eggstinction]

[blood?????]

What were they like?

[defendless]

Long. Golden. They didn't have a humanish form like you.

[eggstinction]

I have a longer form too, but that would get me more attention than just yourself.

What was their character?

[defendless]

They were... Protective. I didn't know them very well. They wanted me to protect their brother.

[eggstinction]

Did you?

[defendless]

Until he died.

Of illness, to clarify.

[eggstinction]

Disease is the enemy our claws and fangs cannot cut… My sympathy.

[defendless]

Thank you. It's been... a long, long time.

[eggstinction]

May I ask how long?

[defendless]

My sense of time is really...

At least three thousand years?

[eggstinction]

Three—? No wonder you ran to get here.

[defendless]

Zeno's glad he makes sense.

[eggstinction]

It is too long.

[holds one hand out to zeno, palm up, and gestures with the other for him to come sit closer to the table. and croons a soft, draconic welcome]

[defendless]

[oh. scoots closer. something in him yearns, to hear that croon, but...

but he tries to keep his wits about him for the first time in weeks.]

[eggstinction]

[picks up a plate and starts filling it with snacks, even taking some uneaten ones off his own plate to be sure zeno gets the nicest ones to try. moon makes another sound, more like clucking, and sets the plate down in front of zeno]

Eat. You can rest here.

[defendless]

Ah... thank you. Zeno didn't get your name?

[he accepts the plate and starts nibbling. the man very much needs food.]

[eggstinction]

I am Moon. I am the first laid and the last hatched.

[defendless]

Oh.

[eggstinction]

I have other titles, but they are not useful here.