Dragon on Deck! [action OR prose]

[unionjackoff]

[if you are awake at this hour of the night, you are going to see something really awesome... or really scary, depending on how you look at things. there's a huge red dragon flying close to the ship. It swoops around, darts up high into the sky, then back near the water. it goes forward and comes back... no matter where it goes, the dragon always returns to the ship's side.

most of you are probably wondering what this beast is doing. it can't be here to kill you, right? most of you are already dead. BUT WHO KNOWS. it could be hungry! it could just want to make trouble. or maybe it just wants to tak along.

actually, this dragon is a very restless inmate, one who's tried to keep his secret under wraps so he wouldn't scare the humans. but even his magic cannot last for a week. even he needs to stretch his wings. he won't harm you. in fact, he'll probably ignore you unless you try to hurt him.

if you're his warden, poor you. you get to explain to everyone what the hell is going on]

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[garantundkraft]

How about awesomely scary? Is that an option? Or scarily awesome. Either way, Prussia had been woken up by the sound of wings beating somewhere outside, and had ended up peering out the porthole in his room to see what the source of the noise was. Which has led him to be sitting up on the deck, in his undershirt and pants, just watching the dragon fly for a bit. It's kind of terrifying, all that sharp, shiny scale... but also really fucking cool! And he figures if it really meant to attack, it would have done so by now, instead of just cavorting around the ship.

[adamantly]

[When Arthur had spoken of wanting people to know of and accept his dragon form, this is, perhaps, the very last way Mordred would had hoped he'd go about it.

Drawn out onto the deck by shouting and the few people left awake dashing around the hull, at first Mordred instinctively puts a hand to the sword hilt at his hip. But he then just as quickly releases it, as the full scope of the situation hits him. For a moment the only thing he can feel is a sense of surprise and confusion. He may have known that Arthur was a dragon, but this sight is completely divorced from the beast his imagination had conjured. It's beautiful and overwhelming all at once.

Clinging to one of the railings lining the side of the ship, Mordred leans out towards the sea and watches Arthur pass overhead with an abrupt feeling of uselessness. Nothing bad was happening, but the easily-avoidable sense of shock that all of this generated is troubling, and it makes Mordred question what he's gotten himself into. How useful could he be as a warden if he didn't even have the power to keep his charge from frightening people on board the ship?]

Arthur! [Mordred calls, not knowing what else to do. He waves, trying to attract Arthur's attention.]