The ground shakes as it nears them, and the thing isn't even moving with any hurry in its steps. Jesus Christ. As it gets close Bruce can see how old the thing is, from the texture of its skin to the state of the rust and algae growth on the metal ring about its head - its head, which is the size of some small cars.
When its only meters away, it slows, peering with what he hopes is curiosity, and not hunger. All the same, Bruce moves one hand behind him and fusses with his pack, getting something out.
The dragon comes in close, taking in deep breaths through its nose, sniffing them. Bruce doesn't move - until it seems like its actually going to start to nudge Seoraj. And then he moves, a half-step to one side, and makes a soft attention-getting noise. The great thing swings its head back to Bruce (hopefully the blacksmith is quick enough to duck and miss getting smacked by the iron wheel-) who is holding out the bag of apples he had with him.
Intrigued, it leans over, and with far more delicacy than one might expect, takes the fruit from him and eats it... and then sits down, full-bodied, setting the ground to really shake for a second.
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When its only meters away, it slows, peering with what he hopes is curiosity, and not hunger. All the same, Bruce moves one hand behind him and fusses with his pack, getting something out.
The dragon comes in close, taking in deep breaths through its nose, sniffing them. Bruce doesn't move - until it seems like its actually going to start to nudge Seoraj. And then he moves, a half-step to one side, and makes a soft attention-getting noise. The great thing swings its head back to Bruce (hopefully the blacksmith is quick enough to duck and miss getting smacked by the iron wheel-) who is holding out the bag of apples he had with him.
Intrigued, it leans over, and with far more delicacy than one might expect, takes the fruit from him and eats it... and then sits down, full-bodied, setting the ground to really shake for a second.