Post by Taxx on Aug 16, 2020 10:02:37 GMT -5
Both dragon and rider were far from pleased when, despite his best efforts, Codrath was only one away from coming in dead last, and his red-eyed gaze left little to speculation about his feelings about the outcome. Not the sort to pitch a fit, but still angry, the bronze came to land- and the change in the wind his wings stirred up brought a gust of the most foul stench to both noses- the smell, L’rey realized, that Draveth had mentioned during the race.
Codrath’s head whipped around to stare at the bag tied to his side, red eyes deepening with a flood of disgust as the smell enveloped the two. What is that?! he snarled, sidestepping a couple paces as if trying to escape the horrible odor, but realizing the pointless effort as it was attached to him. Get that off of me! What is it?
L’rey, sliding to the ground, was doing his best to keep from gagging; he buried his face into his arms for a breath of air not tainted with the awful smell and then held his breath as he went for the sack tied to the straps, cutting it away with a couple passes with the belt knife and hurling it away- taking only a second to make sure he wasn’t throwing it at anyone and then frantically waving his arms about his head to attempt to clear the stench away quickly.
Trundlebugs, he told the bronze, risking a breath and making another face at the still strong stink. Come on, let’s get away from here. You could probably bathe and it would help with what might cling to your hide. Ugh!
He couldn’t figure out how the bugs had ended up in the bag, but he could understand the literal stink they’d raised- getting jostled about would have startled them into defending themselves- and they’d been plenty jostled. One thing was for sure: that bag was ruined. He’d never get the smell out of it, and he wasn’t getting any closer to it than he had to at this point.
I will bathe, Codrath grumbled, and L’rey tugged the leather straps from him, curling them into his arms to lay somewhere safe until their return to Mavros.
Codrath’s head whipped around to stare at the bag tied to his side, red eyes deepening with a flood of disgust as the smell enveloped the two. What is that?! he snarled, sidestepping a couple paces as if trying to escape the horrible odor, but realizing the pointless effort as it was attached to him. Get that off of me! What is it?
L’rey, sliding to the ground, was doing his best to keep from gagging; he buried his face into his arms for a breath of air not tainted with the awful smell and then held his breath as he went for the sack tied to the straps, cutting it away with a couple passes with the belt knife and hurling it away- taking only a second to make sure he wasn’t throwing it at anyone and then frantically waving his arms about his head to attempt to clear the stench away quickly.
Trundlebugs, he told the bronze, risking a breath and making another face at the still strong stink. Come on, let’s get away from here. You could probably bathe and it would help with what might cling to your hide. Ugh!
He couldn’t figure out how the bugs had ended up in the bag, but he could understand the literal stink they’d raised- getting jostled about would have startled them into defending themselves- and they’d been plenty jostled. One thing was for sure: that bag was ruined. He’d never get the smell out of it, and he wasn’t getting any closer to it than he had to at this point.
I will bathe, Codrath grumbled, and L’rey tugged the leather straps from him, curling them into his arms to lay somewhere safe until their return to Mavros.