04-22-2016, 09:50 AM
Lago just couldn't wrap his head around it. Why would they keep Deemus for so long and not himself or the others? Were his actions so intolerable that he had to be punished more? He himself had dug a claw (accidentally) into Devin. Ceral and Ivy poisoned that one jackass, and hell, even Nym had bitten someone. The only one who didn't get in on the action was Ky, who out of all of them deserved a chance to defend his young. Yet, here they all were, minus Demus. Two weeks in isolation wouldn't have been that much of a punishment had it not been for the fact that he was very worried about Demus. He knew his mate couldn't stand this kind of punishment. Lago had entertained himself by singing and dancing to many of the songs Edna had introduced him to when he visited her, inside his little cell. He really annoyed the guards on watch, which was an awesome bonus. He had found two new humans to hate when they had all been disciplined. Those two idiot doctors, Han and Reva had read him the riot act about all their actions. He couldn't help but smile at the doctors when they told the shape Devin was in, thanks to him and Demus. That didn't earn Lago any brownie points unfortunately. "Ohhhh...Demus. I hope I see you soon", he said in a whisper.
Lago was in his dragon form, sitting in his huge mud pit he'd dug out himself when he returned to Avalon. He situated it in near the large pond where he first slept the night he was introduced into the enclosure. He wished Demus had been there to help him. Damned humans. Why would they keep Demus? What did they have to gain from keeping him longer? It pissed off Lago something fierce if he thought about for too long. He dug his claws into a nearby tree trunk and took out his frustration on it. He took in a few deep breaths and calmed himself. He had to keep himself relaxed and sane, because it wasn't just him anymore. He looked down at his growing, mud-covered belly and gave a lazy smile. Besides the bloating, moodiness and sickness he'd had in the first couple of months, his pregnancy was going pretty smoothly. Having had two previous clutches, his body was accustomed to the changes. He slogged over to the end of the pit next to the pond, and grabbed a huge claw-full of silk stockings and started munching away.
Leaning back into the mud pit, he still couldn't get over all the drama he'd been exposed to. God, how he hated drama, and here he was in the middle of it. "Damn water dragon, why'd you have to come up with that hair-brained idea", he growled. He was angry with Ivan. Angry that he had not thought it through, angry that his actions got them all in trouble, angry that he had not told Lago of his plan, and furious...because he got to come back to Avalon and Demus was still locked away in a cell. He climbed out of the mud pit, having angered himself again, and took aim at the closest big rock. He swung his tail down and cracked the huge rock in half. He slammed the offending rock with his tail until it was rubble, growling and snorting the entire time. What really made Lago angry, what pissed him off more than anything...was that he himself had contributed to the plan in a big way. If he had just walked away from the lake, if he had just let the event play itself out, like he knew it was going to, than maybe, just maybe...Demus would be with him right now.
He shifted to his human form, still covered in mud, and walk (or waddled) over to the tree he'd been clawing up, and sat down underneath it. He put his head into his hand and started to cry. "Why? Why Demus?", he choked out in a barely audible whisper.
Lago was in his dragon form, sitting in his huge mud pit he'd dug out himself when he returned to Avalon. He situated it in near the large pond where he first slept the night he was introduced into the enclosure. He wished Demus had been there to help him. Damned humans. Why would they keep Demus? What did they have to gain from keeping him longer? It pissed off Lago something fierce if he thought about for too long. He dug his claws into a nearby tree trunk and took out his frustration on it. He took in a few deep breaths and calmed himself. He had to keep himself relaxed and sane, because it wasn't just him anymore. He looked down at his growing, mud-covered belly and gave a lazy smile. Besides the bloating, moodiness and sickness he'd had in the first couple of months, his pregnancy was going pretty smoothly. Having had two previous clutches, his body was accustomed to the changes. He slogged over to the end of the pit next to the pond, and grabbed a huge claw-full of silk stockings and started munching away.
Leaning back into the mud pit, he still couldn't get over all the drama he'd been exposed to. God, how he hated drama, and here he was in the middle of it. "Damn water dragon, why'd you have to come up with that hair-brained idea", he growled. He was angry with Ivan. Angry that he had not thought it through, angry that his actions got them all in trouble, angry that he had not told Lago of his plan, and furious...because he got to come back to Avalon and Demus was still locked away in a cell. He climbed out of the mud pit, having angered himself again, and took aim at the closest big rock. He swung his tail down and cracked the huge rock in half. He slammed the offending rock with his tail until it was rubble, growling and snorting the entire time. What really made Lago angry, what pissed him off more than anything...was that he himself had contributed to the plan in a big way. If he had just walked away from the lake, if he had just let the event play itself out, like he knew it was going to, than maybe, just maybe...Demus would be with him right now.
He shifted to his human form, still covered in mud, and walk (or waddled) over to the tree he'd been clawing up, and sat down underneath it. He put his head into his hand and started to cry. "Why? Why Demus?", he choked out in a barely audible whisper.