The Little Dragon Whisperer
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"Wow, um, hello?"

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Was that… A voice? It almost felt inside his head, echoing from within, yet a physical sound still met his ear.

The youngling peers down at his feet, careful not to move as he searches for the faint voice below. There. By his left foot stands the small, familiar shape of a human. Slowly Junior lowers himself, head now close to the human. His breath was gentle, soft, careful not to startle the human or blow her away.

"Well, hello." The youngling thought, perhaps hoping that the human could, in some way, hear his thoughts. A psychic, maybe?

"And who might you be?"

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Junior looks down at the human. She didn’t know? Had the humans covered up everything as they had Gojira’s recent awakening? The youngling is once again silent for a moment as he gathers his thoughts.

"Did you hear of the San Francisco incident?" Junior settles back down, eye peering at the human once more. "If you have, then you should know well that hostile monsters roam. Some hostile for territory, others fighting with pure animosity and bloodlust. I protected you humans from them, alongside others of my kind."

"No……. What happened?" Sydney glanced around nervously. Welp, that confirmed her worst fears. She edged closer to that amber eyes, craning her neck to maintain eye contact now. Goldspark got a little edgy, eyes flashing yellow briefly out of worry.

"I-it's been a while, hasn't it?"

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The Predacon turned with a rumbling growl as she stared down the organic.  “Indeed…”

"Busy, quite busy with thigns that have come up in the last few months."

"L-like what?"
Goldspark chose that moment to stick her head out from behind the girl’s hair. She gave a faint hiss, flapping her wings.

”!? Goldspark!”

The Predacon flared her plating slightly, returning with a hiss of her own.

And as if on cue, three sets of optics peered out from behind their carrier’s legs.

"Wh…. What’s that behind you?" Sydney leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better look. Goldspark, on the other hand, wrapped her tail around Sydney’s neck and grabbed her hair in her front paws and hid her face in it.

"Arcee, right?"

autobotarcee:

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She turned around to see who was speaking, “Yeah, that’s me. How would you know my name?” Her brow perked up with curiosity.

dragonwhisperer15:

"You know, with all the scrap I’ve been through, I’m sure anything that can be believed in is real," she tiredly spoke as she rubbed the back of her helm.

"Hang on….." Sydney took a moment, and called for her friend. "Annun? You wanna meet someone?"

A very, very large dragon came out of the trees, ears perked and eyes bright.

Who might this be, Sydney?”

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Little Sydney looked up, and gave something akin to a grin. “H-hiya!”
 

He blinked and got down to face level with her “Hi.”

"Ah, wh-who’re you? M’ name’s Sydney…" she peeped.

"Me Grimlock." He said looking at her with his undivided attention

"Nice ta meetcha Grimlock!" She reached up, and patted his leg with a happy little grin.

"Wow, um, hello?"

themutantguardian:

themutantguardian:

Was that… A voice? It almost felt inside his head, echoing from within, yet a physical sound still met his ear.

The youngling peers down at his feet, careful not to move as he searches for the faint voice below. There. By his left foot stands the small, familiar shape of a human. Slowly Junior lowers himself, head now close to the human. His breath was gentle, soft, careful not to startle the human or blow her away.

"Well, hello." The youngling thought, perhaps hoping that the human could, in some way, hear his thoughts. A psychic, maybe?

"And who might you be?"

dragonwhisperer15:

The youngling releases a sound akin to a chuckle, eye shifting to focus on the small golden dragon atop his snout. For a moment he was silent, gathering the best way to answer the human.

"Yes the humans are aware of me. I was their Guardian once, one of them anyway, but times changed and I’ve spent much of the past few years in exile." The youngling sighs heavily and begins to rise. Sand slides from his scales in sheets, piling in his general shape on the beach below. He looks out towards the west, eyes focused on some distant point.

"However, my surrogate father has told me that the exile is being lifted. He and his coworkers have proven, finally, that I was not myself, that I had not "reverted to primal instinct"." Junior manages an awkward smile, revealing his yellowed teeth.

"I am quite relieved."

Sydney tipped her head to one side, listening. She moved back as he rose, and Goldspark returned to her with a happy, cheery peep. She looked out to where he was looking as well.

"I see…… What was it you were protecting them from, exactly?" Sydney asked. The teen wasn’t sure what he’d meant by that, and it didn’t sound good. "Are there…. More hostile monsters out there?"

"I-it's been a while, hasn't it?"

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The Predacon turned with a rumbling growl as she stared down the organic.  “Indeed…”

She gulped nervously. “So, ah, how’ve you been?”

"Quite so," she said lowering her head and snorting at her.

"So, ah, how are you?" Her hair actually rustled a little. Her little fire-lizard sensed something was distressing her mistress, her friend…

"Busy, quite busy with thigns that have come up in the last few months."

"L-like what?"
Goldspark chose that moment to stick her head out from behind the girl’s hair. She gave a faint hiss, flapping her wings.

”!? Goldspark!”

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"H-hello?"

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"Hmmm? Aye?"

"Symbiote? Um, I’m not sure what that is, but I know that if I were to die, she would follow me in death. Once they forge a bond, it cannot be broken by anything. It’s… Remarkable." She had become so focused on sharing what she knew of the little creature that she’d become totally at ease. Goldspark hopped onto the wyvern’s nose, eyes changing from blue to green as she looked at her.
"They can teleport, and use a weak form of telepathy. Images and feelings, not so much thoughts. Though this one’s different…"

As the girl spoke Jackjaw’s thoughts went her symbiote, Stand-Off. She wasn’t always his host, In the days they got to know each other on deeper levels she had learned that his last host had passed away while he lived on hostless. There were always mixed feelings that swirled in her spark about his history. On one hand she was thankful his last host offlined, otherwise they would have never become a pair. But on the other she couldn’t imagine the pain and agony Stand-Off had gone through at his host’s passing. 

Jackjaw was yanked away from her thoughts when the little creature hopped onto her snout. The wyvern had to restrain herself from yanking back and swatting the tiny creature off, most likely killing it in the process. Instead she let out a faint grow of warning. “What is… tele-pathy?

Sydney explained as Goldspark gave an indignant squawk at the warning growl and returned to Sydney. “Telepathy is talking through the mind, not needing to speak aloud. It’s communication by thoughts.” The girl stroked her companion’s soft, golden wings.