Reflection

[Ellie who has 0%]

This was more like it. Even if it was foreign, it had a bit of familiarity with the tall trees and the blockage of sunlight by their leaves. The grass was cool without the sun’s constant warmth, but that wasn’t a problem; it was welcomed than rejected. It was peaceful and alienated; there weren’t many people to interact with or bug him at the moment. There won’t be a replay in what happened earlier. Merely thinking about it irritated him at how feeble he was. A slight frown wrinkled his face as his long fingers threateningly choked the long blades of grass. There he goes again breaking a rule that he had made for himself: don’t dwell on the past.

No he won’t forget it; it was impossible not to, but submerging in it won’t help him look forward. In his mind, he concluded that he shouldn’t think about the boys earlier who ripped his plant, but again he was irritated. He nearly lost composure over a flower; Samael snorted as he gazed endless at the leaved above thinking that he should’ve just sliced them than cry. He was lying on his back on the grass, while his legs were propped on a tree. His hair was free of the roses that pinned them in ponytails.

“So annoying…” He muttered lowly.

Not long ago, he was a docile obedient slave, who acted at everyone else’s wills but his own without a question asked. It was either obey, or punishment, which can rank to different tortures depending on his masters’ and mistresses’ moods. Now he was away from them, and he starting to feel for his own. Sure he had experienced happiness, sadness, and anger. The anger was generally focused at himself wishing he could’ve done better to please, but now his new irritation was not out of his lack of pleasing, but lack of action for himself.

In a world unlike his, groveling wasn’t needed to survive. Plus if he did, he would loose more self-respect for himself if there was any to begin with. His new sense of drive was in the memory of Tiger Lily, also known as Dulces. She was always rebellious and tried to reach what he had now, freedom. Never had she cried, but stroked with her feline claws. At times she did played the deceiver towards the scientists in the institute, who ended up scarred or severely injured with her attempts to escape or revenge. She was kind to Samael seeing pity and a friend in him. Right now Samael doubted if she would be friendly towards him if she was still alive. He doesn’t know whether she would try to teach him independency or slap it out of him.

Perhaps that’s why she always shook her head at the sight of him; she saw him as pathetic, and she was right. Samael couldn’t find a more perfect word to describe it. He was pathetic in this world. At home for some it would’ve still been pathetic, while others would call it survival. Now he had to adapt to the new definition of survival. There were these things, heartless. Unlike the people he was surrounded by, they functioned differently. Like animals, they are fueled on instincts and hunger. Striking back seemed to be the only way out. Samael pictured himself as a kitten; he needed to find his claws, ferocity, and venturing.

“…Where are my claws?” He asked himself lowly. “Where’s my ferocity, or have they been beaten out of me?”

You may consider it a curse now, but you'll find that freedom is all the more worthwhile to have. Now. Were would you like to go first in this town? Marluxia echoed in his head.

Then you will simply have to learn to adapt I'm quite sure you'll enjoy the freedom you have now sooner or later. And no matter how much training one is put through to not have freedom the urge always remains somewhere deep within. Genesis was too in his head.

“Where is my urge?”

[sumdood]

Ciraph laid off to one side of the mansion grounds, watching the strange human man who was there. The white dragon had been sitting there, enjoying the quiet and solitude of the place compared to the chaos his life had had recently when the man had shown up.

Ciraph had just kept his head down, staying where he was, watching the human as he laid down, his feet on a tree as he spoke to himself.
And Ciraph heard every word.

It seemed to the old dragon that this human was quite troubled and had had a hard life. He felt sorry for him, to be honest. The world would be a much nicer place if some people didn't get weighed down by things that weren't their fault.

Of course, though, that was the way of things. You took what you were given and had to make the best of it. It made thins somewhat more interesting, but also more difficult.

Mich more difficult.

Ciraph pushed the rising thoughts of his own hardships out of his head and resumed watching the human, keeping himself concealed with his invisibility.

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Looking up with unblinking eyes, he watched the trees lean permitting a beacon of sunlight to penetrate their shield of leaves. Samael hummed lightly as he tried to guess what time it could be by the looks of the sky. It wasn’t a dark grey, so there won’t be any rain for now. It was quite difficult to tell time by the movement of the sun when the world seemed to be casted in endless sunset. Sunsets were beautiful nonetheless with the diverse strands of colors to complete it from pinks, oranges, yellows, and purples. He blinked at trees swayed back in place.

“I wonder if he would come for me soon or perhaps tomorrow. Then again they are after him.” Samael muttered. The fingers that were tangled in the grass dug into the soil. The flora manipulator didn’t remember why he came back to Twilight Town with the hazards of the heartless.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see a white figure that swayed like a serpent. Turning his head, his face wrinkled at the peculiar creature. Like everything else it was foreign, but the way it faced him made Samael stiffen. It swayed like a cobra, and the feeling of being watched intensified. He didn’t see any eyes on the thing, but the invisible gaze made him feel like a prey.

“Hmph, you don’t look like a heartless. Though the symbol you wear looks similar to it.” His fingers flexed in the dirt, and the grass stood erect in a rippling affect. The creature spasm once the blades probed at its feet. Floating in the air it swam away like a fish, but stayed watching from a far. It stood further away from Samael swaying and rocking side to side.

[sumdood]

Ciraph continued watching as something caught the man's notice. As the dragon looked to see what he was looking at, he saw one of those white things that had appeared on his homeworld shortly after the heartless wars began.

The large, white lizard stiffened at the sight of it, the rare feeling of anger boiling up inside. A large swarm of the things had taken one of his brothers, born him to the ground as he tried to take to the skies and buried him beneth their bodies. Every nerve ending in Ciraph's body screamed at him to blow his invisible cover and pounce on the creature right then and there, send it back to the dark pits from which it had surely come.

As he laid there, he began to let out a loud, low growl that filled the courtyard of the mansion with its sound.

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Samael was about to flex his fingers that would trigger the grass blades to stab the creature's body, but a larger frame had blocked his view. His fingers started to quiver, and the grass began to shiver as a lizard to big to be normal attacked the peculiar white silent being. Luckily he haven't drank any fluids or he would have to cross his legs tighter.

What in the world is th-that thing?

His shivered as he wiggled from his initial postiton. The growls were louder than his thoughts of panic. Defensive the grass started to wrap around Samael's body before dragging him underground. Green butterflies fluttered from the trees and down to the Earth. Poison ivy vines created a barrier between the two as the grass became a safe caccoon and coffin.

[sumdood]

Finally, able to contain himself no longer, Ciraph let out a roar of anger, revealing himself. The white creature would die, this was certain.

In a flash of leathery wings and shining white scales, Ciraph leapt from his spot of leisure, gliding low across the ground to slam into the white thing before it could move, tearing it apart and just standing there after he'd sent it back to oblivion.

It took him a few minutes more to compose himself again, and when he did, he looked around for the human, but did not see him.

Apparently he'd been frightened by Ciraph's appearance.

Oh, well. It wasn't like it had concerned the large dragon anyway. He had just had fun watching the man, that was all. He found humans to be very fascinating.

With a dragonic shrug, Ciraph moved back to his small corner, sitting back down and enveloping himself in invisibility once again.

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The vines could feel every motion and movement on the ground. They moved and followed the heavy pressure on the ground caused by the dragon until it rested underneath him. Even through it was invisible now, it movements led the vines to their currect coordinate. Erupting from the floor, they wrapped around the reptile's limbs. Three vines were on each limb and tail, and already they started to constrict like a snake. Their mutated posion started to eat at the scales like acid.

The grass of the woods started to split apart. Vines pulled a frame wrapped in a green cocoon that began to shed. Shaking his hair, the grass cascaded on the floor, while the flora manipulator stepped out of his momentary grave. His fingers raked through his hair making sure all the loose grass was gone. He was confident with his safety now knowing his vines acted defensively instantly. Plus it was time for him to take part in the dog eat dog world he was in.

His blouse was partially buttoned leaving the last four free revealing his stomach. His jeans were new as well with the color of a deep indigo blue. Lithe hands wiggled in his pockets, while walking bare foot towards the vines not shocked seeing the dragon amongst them.

"You gave me quite a fright there, which was equally rude of you. I doubt you understand me, since you're an animal. Although, in places I would be considered the same." The sense of shock had evaporated, while he was underground. Calmly, he leaned against a tree watching the lizard with his foot propped up against the rough bark. "You look like a dragon,...and many thought does only existed in fairytales."

[sumdood]

As Ciraph settled back down in his spot, vines erupted out of the ground. As they began tightening on his limbs, he let out a roar of pain, feeling some kind of liquid burning through his bright white scales.

Then, Ciraph took a deep breath and unleashed his fire upon these plants, burning them to cinders, their ashes falling from his limbs.

He glared at the human as he reappeared from underneath the ground and spoke to him, calling him an animal.

An ANIMAL!

"I understand you perfectly clear, you arrogant human, and I am a dragon. What is the meaning of attacking me like this? I have done nothing to you!"

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The boy slightly winced seeing his precious vines in ashes. With a wave of his hands the ashes sank down before entering the ground again. He tried to contain himself, since all the of the plant life acted as a seperate embodiment of him. If he was to get emotional over the piles of ashes more vines would be around.

Samael blinked hearing it talk and looked up to it, "It talks. Well sorry not all of us see an oversized talking lizard...I mean dragon. I guess your previous rudeness doesn't count unless you take pleasure in disrupting others peace in full rage. Also would it be considered an attack if it was out of defense?"

Violet blue butterflies emitted from behind the plant manipulator. With a spark, violets blossomed on the floor. They spread slowly before blossoming with its sweet smell. "I can't say it wasn't effectives...your scales."

[sumdood]

"When I destroyed the white blackheart, I looked for you with the intention to apologize, but you were gone," Ciraph replied, a growl in his voice,"I assumed you had left. For disrupting you, I apologize. And, how were you acting out of defense? I was laying her dozing when you attacked me with plants!"

Ciraph snorted as he finished speaking, a small plume of flame shooting out of his nose as he did so.

Most humans Ciraph had met had been quite humbled by his intimidating appearance, even those that had attacked him first as this one had. This human, though, was acting rather arrogant, claiming he'd acted in defense.
"I am well aware of what you've done to my scales. Now, leave me before I decide to strike back at you."

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"I doubt that would be in your best interest..in striking me." Samael knew very well how he was affected by the manipulation and testing of the institute. He wondered if there was any part of him that wasn't toxic and lethal. "Also it's defense at a possible threat. Secondly, I doubt you was dozing off with all of the adrenaline."

"Now would you want me to leave without undoing what I've done. It would be like not acknowledging the new fact that you didn't have any ill intentions." The violets released their scent, which can relaxed the muscles like a depressant. With a whistle, the violet petals illuminated and fluttered to coat the dragon's burn with their purple glow to heal the damage.

[sumdood]

Ciraph shook his head at this human. How much there was that he did not know.

"I do not know what this adrenaline is, but is dragons are much different from you humans," he said,"We can fight and then immediately go to sleep if we're tired."

He fought the urge to yank his hand away from the flowers as they enveloped his limbs, not trusting this human, but allowing him to "heal" the damage done to his scales, since he seemed to be peaceful enough at the moment.

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"That would be useful if I was capable of doing that." Samael muttered lowly wondering how many memories he wouldn't have if he could just sleep it through. The days in the institution would've ran much smoother by sleeping through the pain of some of the experimentations or punishments.

Once the burns were sealed away with a healthy film on the bony scales, the petals faded away. The smell of the violets drifted away slowly as Samael slide down the tree until he sat on the grassy floor. "Well I don't know much about dragons. They are only common where I from in literature and culture."

He was able to read a bit in the institute, but the filtered and limited what he could read. Anything to do with the mutant uprising and politics were kept from him. They didn't want him to get any ideas or inspiration of rebellion. That's the number one reasons rebels were hardly tolerated. Samael saw the proof of that with Tiger Lily. After a while, her tantrums and fights outwieghed her worth to them.