In Which A Dragon's Affairs Are Meddled With [Open!]

[thepowerful]

Characters: Phaeris and anyone!
Setting: Starting in dorms, during the day, moving throughout the tower - so if you would prefer a different locale, go for it.
Format: Prose, please.
Summary: Phaeris awakens, and does not take well to his changes.
Warnings: Wakfu spoilers to start, anything else will be edited in.

The letter left for Phaeris was completely missed, primarily because he had other, more pressing matters on his mind. Namely the fact that he was not on his island, and he could not sense his siblings anymore.

This was not a good thing.

He doesn't notice the suit he was put in so much, as in a mild panic, he shifts into his dragon form, tearing the thing apart. The collar, however, is not noticed until his transformation is done and he realizes he's not as large as he's used to being. He's not that much larger than his usual self, really, and it's... Unsettling. He attempts to tug on the collar for a moment, but finding it unyielding, he opts to barge out of his room, into the hall, and from there, throughout the tower - periodically calling out two names: Yugo and Adamaï. The further down he gets through the tower, the more unsettled his voice and movements are, as panic sets in.

Comments

[thepowerful]

Phaeris' initial reaction is to make an angry snarling noise and flare his wings out - at least as much as he can in the confined stairwell, which coupled with his less-than-usual stature makes him a fair bit less intimidating than such a motion would generally be.

"Phaeris refuses this! It is absolutely necessary that Phaeris gets back to them!"

So much for trying to be nice, but being unable to get back to his brethren is a bit of a sore point.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch tenses at the anger, but doesn't draw his weapon. He would only when it is clear there is intent to attack.

"There are many for many of us it is necessary to return to. That's why we're trying to restore our worlds."

[thepowerful]

"...restore?"

The dragon fixes Enoch with a suspicious look, leaning his head in a bit. "What do you mean, 'restore'?" 'Cause, well. Destruction was something he was attempting to prevent.

[warriorscribe]

"Did you see the note when you awoke? It seems far-fetched, but...I can assure you, it's the truth. Our worlds have been destroyed by something outside them, something stronger and faster than anything on them, even their own creators. A disease of some sort..."

At least, as far as he is aware. A year earlier, he might have tried to break this gently, but months and months of repeating it and experiencing this tower's horrors have worn him down.