Ibli

Participating in the SaaShiyovi Project

Ibli had come from another planet, with dragons and all that other good jazz. So he knew what they were in for. But what he hadn't expected was one of the instructors of the dragon courses came to him to ask if he'd be interested in a certain mating program.

Now, Ibli's a Junior in school - but that doesn't mean he isn't mature enough to go do his draconic duty! He's a small dragon, no bigger than a pony at the shoulder and appropriately long and slinky.

The problem began of course when he discovered that the females weren't anywhere near 'his' type. Though when pressed, 'his' type didn't seem to have much out there in the Nexus either. And he did have to admit: these small and delicately winged creatures they were meant to be emulating were quite attractive.

He would do his best, without cheating and using his ability to drain the endurance and stamina from someone and add it to his own. Or... Maybe... he would use it, who'd know?

He crept forward, big paws gently but inexpertly placed one before the next. Those long, pointed ears of his however had other things in mind for this walk out of the hatching chamber. One of them got tucked under his forepaw - his neck was still a bit shorter than his mature size - and BAM, down he went.

"Oh now that's no way to enter the world, now is it?" Ibli chastised the youngling, but then hurried over to nudge him upwards. "You have to learn to keep your head up, young thing. You've got to look your best!"

The big blue eyes on the hatchling blinked, twice, and he suddenly shook his head as though there were dust in his eyes. "-okay," he said quietly. Mentally he thought to his sire, if you teach me, how can I go wrong!

Iturbe concentrated and put his head into the air, his tail following suit so he looked a bit like a lyre. This only served to make his concentration on where his feet were, lapse... Down he went again. Awwwww.

"It's all right," Ibli encouraged him. He was surprisingly fatherly, rather nicer than he'd been to a lot of people around him. "Try again, you can always try again."

This time, that seemed to do the trick. Iturbe began to walk beside his sire and they made it to the dorms, before Iturbe announced that he was hungry - what was there to eat around here? And... most of the food was back at the hatching bay...