[PMSingTiger]

ooc: Poor Ang....Svara is just so terrible

He stood there, not sure where to go from there. Of course to make matters worse, the treacherous sky opened up and dumped its angel piss all over him. Really today was one of those days where he could see himself going into the town and ripping out throats, for no other reason than he needed an outlet. He thought about turning, his feathers and mane would make for better protection against the whether, but then again the cat in him really hated to be wet and that feeling was only multiplied when he was covered in fur.
His options were looking sparse. Either stand out in the cold rain and get drenched (in what little clothing he had on), or return back to his own den and forget about lizard thing and deal with the problem on his own. Although it hadn't really been about finding help, no he just wanted to beat the ever loving shit out of the ass who'd knocked him up. Oh, and maybe get some sex before he left, again. Not like he had to worry about getting pregnant.
Rubbing his baby bump, he started to pace back and forth. Ever since he'd started getting the hormonal outbursts he couldn't keep still. Sleep was evasive and he was starting to wonder if it was healthy to be awake for so long. Yet each time he tried to lay down, the slightest noise would wake him up. Not even sleeping in his true body made it any better. Maybe if he knew more about his kind, which he didn't know jack shit, he would be able to remedy his current situation.
The sound of wings made him look up, already bristling at the newcomer. He didn't like to be touched when he wasn't pregnant, but when he was he got the urge to kill. Catching sight of the creature he was surprised to see a dragon descend. Really the only reason he knew about them was because he'd saw some of the human paintings and heard their tales. It was big and very attractive, not so much as the other thing that had gotten him pregnant, but it was bigger, so that was a bonus for it's intimidation factor.
The beast approached, lifting a massive wing to shield Svara from the heavenly piss. Thank god. He thought, resisting the urge to wring out his sodden hair. Instead he watched the dragon with duel colored eyes, arms crossing over his chest in a defensive pose.
"Right and I should just fly off into the sunset on your scaly ass?" He retorted with his usual lack of grace. "As you can see," He gestured to his swollen abdomen, "I'm currently occupied, so I'll have to pass you up on the offer." He paused. "Although if you want to stand there until the piss stops you might convince me to not shred your eyes out." Smiling he began to twist his hair, the water soaking the ground and it was wrenched out of the long strands. Thankfully the few human clothes he had on were light, so they'd dry on their own.