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1: That damn fucking wall
2: Hatching (by Dray)
3: This Abstract Destiny Thingum

1: That damn fucking wall
If it wasn't storming now, it would be soon.
Dull gray eyes stared balefully from their spot in the shadows, at the waning light filtering through the curtained windows. It wasn't waning due to any approaching night, though twilight was coming on quickly, staining the gray clouds that were obscuring the sun interesting dusky shades of pink, orange, and yellow, but due to the aforementioned clouds.
Kind of pretty, actually. Kaiser , though at loathe to approach the window in the second-story wall of the ramshackle house, was fine standing in the hallway, admiring the clouds at a safe distance. All sorts of dusty shades and colours; purples, blues, even the same sort of gray as that coming from the cigarette currently dangling from her mouth. Really bloody pretty.
But staring at pretty things was not Kaiser's cup of tea-- unless, of course, that pretty thing was a female of some sort-- and the creature soon found herself growing bored of the atmospheric display. She turned and made her way down the creaking stairs, leaving trails in the thick dust that managed to accumulate there.
Halfway down said stairs, the familiar sound of heavy rain hitting the roof made itself heard, but this she ignored-- she'd fixed most of the leaks in the ceiling earlier that week, so there wasn't much to worry about. And if there was, she'd worry about it later. Right now, she wanted something to drink.
Though the normal-dim gloom of the house had now increased so much that it was impossible to see, Kaiser had no problem maneuvering herself down the stairs and into the kitchen. She completely passed the refrigerator, magically setting fire to a few logs in the old-fashioned fireplace as she did so, and made a beeline for the sink. Or, more specifically, the cabinet under the sink, that contained the sorts of things with heavy warning labels advising people against drinking the contents of the bottles. These sorts of labels were the sort she found easy to ignore; being immortal had it's perks, particularly when you had a strange affinity for the taste of ammonia and bleach.
It was the bleach she went for today, removing the heavy bottle and pouring some of it's contents into a wineglass, purely for the sake of parody. She was actually rather more in the mood for some peroxide-- that always fizzed when it went down. Of course, she should've thought about that yesterday when she drowned the whole bottle of peroxide in one of her random depressive hours, but so it went.
Why the hell did anyone take male sex hormones, anyways? she thought with disgust, settling herself at the chair beside the table, and sipping her from her cleaning fluid. It was truly a random frame of thought, but people DID take male sex hormones, either for bulk or for various medical conditions. But they had a tendency to make people sick, and have psychotic episodes. What was the use of them if they made you see something that sent you careening off a cliff?
It was also an ironic train of thought, for the self destructive immortal-- though she firmly maintained that she was not self destructive, under the grounds that she was, in fact, immortal and tended to regenerate anything that went awry, and therefore could not cause any lasting destruction to herself. Her capacity with logic was enviable, even if it was misguided and used in ways logic shouldn't be used.
It was also fun to frustrate people with.
"Kaiser."
Oh fuck, it was the damn wall again. What did it want?
Sending a glower to the wall in question, the one adjacent to the fireplace, she answered it bluntly. "You do realize that walls aren't supposed to be the talkative type? You should be like children, speak only when spoke to. And women, too."
"You are a woman. And I hardly think it's proper--" the wall started to reply, before being cut off by Kaiser, who narrowed her eyes.
:Not with a bloody strap-on I'm not."
There was a pause, in which the wall seemed to consider this. "Technically, you still are. It's not real. And in any case, being a thinking entity, I may do what I wish."
It was true, that this particular wall was a thinking entity, though no one could hear it but Kaiser. In fact, most walls were thinking entities-- at least in mindspace, but that was normal. Things in certain areas of mindspace tended to act as they shouldn't, and most often this meant inanimate objects gaining a conscious mind and bloody well using it. This was particularly common in areas of mindspace more saturated in the raw magic that fueled the odd world, one of which happened to be the area in which Kaiser lived.
"Actually." Kaiser said, staring dully ahead of her, acting quite a bit drunk-- this bleach was stronger than the other stuff she'd had before. She could feel her hair falling out. "I think women should talk whenever they god-damn well please. Sexism's annoying." And it was then she noticed that her cigarette had gone out. With a curse, she dropped the spent thing to the ground, fumbling around the bag she always kept at her belt for a replacement. She finally found an unbroken one, happily putting it between her lips and lighting it with a flame conjured from the tip of her clawed finger. The refreshingly familiar stench of chemical smoke filled the air, stabbing the lungs of everyone present.
"Disgusting habit." the wall commented, having given up on the first conversation. Silently, Kaiser agreed, happily inhaling the poisonous haze. There was a different between caring and agreeing, however, and kaiser was keenly aware of this. Sure, it sucked for other people, who weren't immortal and went about getting incurable lung disorders-- but if it got bad enough for her, all Kaiser had to do was rip out her lungs, and then they'd grow back and she could return to destroying them as she had moments before.
"Anyways, as I was saying." The wall said, when met with no reaction.
"You know, hearing inanimate objects speak is a sign of psychosis. I should see a brain doctor."
"Psychiatrist." it corrected tiredly, "And we all knew that you were mad in the first goddamn place. Now may I--"
"Why do you collect dead flies?"
The wall was getting frustrated. And it wasn't as if this was particularly normal, either-- Kaiser was always downright strange, but she wasn't usually obnoxious, or quite so callous with her words. Everything else, yes, but not obnoxious. Which probably meant the effects of the peroxide she'd drowned last night had yet to wear off. It was interesting, being able to see the effects usually-lethal chemicals had on the minds of immortals, but when said immortals started acting like this? it got old fast.
"No really." Kaiser prompted, taking another sip of her bleach. "They accumulate at your base and I have to clean them up. *ME*. Do you know how annoying that is?"
How a wall could sigh was anyone's guess, but this one managed, speaking loudly to cut the immortal off. "I do not collect flies, dead things are just attracted to me. Your house is what kills them in the first place, and if you left them be long enough they'd probably get up again and you'd've accidently created a hoarde of zombie flies. Now, if you'd listen, I'll tell you about some bloody dragons that might suit you."
It was pointedly silent for a bit, and pleased that it had managed to capture the immortal's full attention.
"There's a clutch of fairly interesting dragons.. somewhere, I don't know the place's name exactly. But they are products of a multi-headed creature and they all strike me as absolutely perfect for you." it's tone was droll, and it continued. "Now, if you'd like, I'll contact someone and arrange transport to that area."
"Yes, please." Kaiser replied, oddly polite.
The wall, wary of her tone, would've nodded, but for the impracticalities of such an action. "Good. Go pack. I'll arrange your transport in the meantime."
With much relief and an unknown sense organ only walls possess, it listened to Kaiser's fleeing footsteps, as the immortal went to do just that. Good. It had worked. At least for a little while, things wouldn't be [quite so] chaotic as they normally were. The only thing it would regret would be the fact that there would be no one to sweep away the flies, but it had been serious when it had said they'd rise from the dead, so eventually they wouldn't be much of a problem anyways. Not to it, atleast.

2: Hatching
((Originally written by Dray of nexus and located here))
Ruriluseth had relinquished his spot near his clutch of eggs (the mother was a non-issue to him, and had been throughout the eggs' gestation. If she couldn't be bothered to be present, then she may as well not have existed, as far as he was concerned!) for the very special event that was to take event this evening. By Station-time, it was four hours until midnight, but the eggs that he has so studiously been guarding had been shivering and shaking for many hours before this.
Most of the sponsors and candidates had lined themselves up in the hatching bay proper, though a few who had been here for some time were sitting back on the raised, permanent bleachers, reading or talking or watching the eggs move with an eerily focused intent.
The darkly iridescent father took a last moment to look over the assemblage. It was by no means perfect, but it was better then nothing. Most of these candidates would simply have to do... though he found certain of their numbers quite preferable over the common lot.
His eyes first landed on Wunelzstou and his partner, Fantredala, (Ruriluseth barely registered the child-like creature--Chibi Dark, who hovered nearby). While it was the chaos-creature--Ruri's uncle, in a sort of disenchanted way--that had done the smooth-talking, Ruriluseth had kept his eye on the Balance Daemon, and it was she that he preferred. It was true that the mutt was part chaos himself (how else the relation to Wunelzstou in all his shadowed darkness?) but the chaos incarnate in his own body was tempered with a stable conscious mind, and that was how he felt more drawn then repulsed to her. In any case, the pair were an external version of what he dealt with internally. Taking care of one of his kits would ensure a balance that would, he hoped, be healthy.
Two immortals stood well apart from one another, as Ruriluseth would have expected. They were completely unalike, from completely unalike backgrounds. One from technology, one from magic, one who imposed death on others, and one who simply attracted it. Cran Gredelle was, besides very long-lived, an Elemental creature, lost and searching for his mate and child. Ruriluseth hadn't been sure where his children fit into this equation, but Cran had never the less settled into waiting for his eggs to hatch, and perhaps a young bond would teach him some responsibility. He'd certainly need it if he were to return to Nin'Queesha!
Kaiser, on the other hand, appeared to have no responsibility whatsoever, and Ruriluseth had, at first, been loathe to accept her. She looked dead to him, though she most certainly was not, even if she smelled strongly of ammonia and surgically contained rot. There was something about her, however, that he had to admit was desirable... then again, perhaps it was that he sensed a connection between her and one of the hatchlings that had been showing glimmerings of a conscious mind. He simply couldn't be sure, and that disturbed him, so he turned his attention onwards.
A black Drasis that seemed entirely out of place here, in this manufactured haven, a rainbow dragon that, for all his ludicrous colouration, lay never the less recumbent on the warmed moss, flicking a bit of fire into and out of existence with a click of a claw... a pale-skinned little human and his dark, hulking Danachian bond, and surprisingly, an Aunt of his that sparkled more brilliantly then even Ruriluseth himself! Another creature of darkness, one Xention--much like Wunelzstou--bathed in shadows, but separate from the true chaos creature. A second Danachian dragon, this one a ghostly purple in colour but unattached to a rider, had recessed herself as far away from her black sibling as possible... though once the excitement of the rocking eggs had worn itself off on her, her attention had gone thoroughly towards Zyanualeth, even if she kept her longing gaze discreet. A single human female stood apart from the rest, looking distinctly out of place with her clashing colours. She, a native of the station, seemed the more a stranger here then any off-worlder! Lastly, just one more Danachian dragon (this one a sickly shade of green) was too busy chatting with another fur-clad human and her bond to pay much attention to the clutch. Ruriluseth snorted as his gaze paused on them. Oh, what trite he'd gone through in his interviews, and this was all that he'd been able to scrape together. Truly, it would have to do, though he doubted that some of these would pass the ultimate test, that of attracting one of his children.
The last applicant, a raptorine golden dragon, Glace Sunscale, had slipped his last sweep, but that didn't mean that she wasn't keeping her keen eyes on the clutch, and when the first egg cracked apart with a tiny 'pop', the Dyrmyst dragon perked considerably. The rest of the applicants attention was drawn to the clutch quickly thereafter as they realized that the first of the hatchlings had... well... hatched!
The kit was slicked down in its own albumen, though it was obvious from first looks that it was as darkly opalescent as its father, save for two patches of silvered white fur on her (for the hatchling was a female) head and on her haunches, as well as at the tip of her stinger-sharp tail. She struggled to her feet and wobbled there for a moment, aware that all eyes were on her and apparently feeling undaunted by it. She was deformed: the little kit had no wings, and Ruriluseth's muzzle wrinkled in distaste as he watched his first-hatched child gain her bearings and first breaths in life. He couldn't know that her heritage allowed for such structural deviations--and he would soon discover more of them, whether he liked them or not.
The kit sat back on her haunches, surveying those gathered before her, and a similar little sneer had marked itself over her muzzle. How like her father she was. She said nothing, but eventually her gaze left the humanoids and dragonoids gathered before her and turned to her egg-bound siblings.
With a slowly gaining grace, the dragonet stalked by a number of eggs, doing something strange as she passed them: the tip of her tail, as hard as a needle-tipped club, smacked against rocking eggs, and as she did this, a wave of siblings spilled out. Not a word was uttered as several kits gathered there bearings and headed out into the crowd, but it was obvious (and puzzling) that the wingless dragonet was giving a signal!

Whatever the case, five young dragons had worked there way out towards the applicants. All of them were much like the opalescent kit, save that they all had a pair of wings--some with red markings, some without--that were somewhat deformed in their curious lack of webbing between second and third tines.
The first to find a caretaker was Secupoth, a little rust-coloured kit that was attracted to D'servio's flame-tricks, homing in on the rainbow-dragon's magic like a magnet.
~How do you do that?~ Secupoth asked, his little red eyes narrowed against the heat.
"What," D'servio asked, "this?" And he snapped a tuft of flame into existence not an inch away from the kit.
Secupoth wasn't easily startled--the high, kittenish hiss that escaped him was accompanied by a tiny spark of flame in return!
"Ah, I see," D'servio smirked. "Well, you have potential."
~Hmph,~ Secupoth retorted, but he'd already decided that the rainbow-bright dragon was his best choice.
A pearly white dragonet had sat himself firmly on the foot of Zyanualeth, claiming the black Danachian as if for himself. "I am Ranygarith, the youngster intoned with all the lofty regality that a newly hatched dragon could muster. "You're looking for a bit of bait, I'm your dragon!"
It was to Ceremeth that a certain young bronzeling presented himself, and unlike the first two dragonets, Hukiloseth gave a proper little bow to his great-aunt, whether he was aware of their relation or not. ~Are you my mother?~ he asked, his crimson eyes wide with curiosity.
A female kit of peculiar colouration--pastel purple and tan, to be precise--had approached Xention and was now eyeing him skeptically. She was practically his opposite: corporeal, pale, winged, short-earred, female, and with powers limited to fire alone... perhaps that was what drew her to him. ~Call me Kiek-tou,~ she suggested, when Xention was aware of her presence.
~You're going to need work,~ the shadowling said, eyeing the kit right back.
The dragonet looked offended. ~I'm willing to learn!~ she exclaimed, her sticky tail whipping back and forth in her agitation.
~We'll see about that,~ Xention replied.
The last of these kits was now approaching that lavender-coloured Danachian that had been eyeing Zyanualeth so... unhealthily. Jos-see put a small, white and black-booted foot on Myahidynuth much larger one, staring up at the larger dragon. ~What are you looking at?~ the little dragon asked on a private band.
~What?!~ Mya' asked, taken aback at being taken by surprise. ~Nothing! Nothing at all. Just the hatchlings. You. (Brat,)~ she added, only just barely to herself.
Jos-see tilted her huge ears back. "Well," she said, utilizing her little voice, "now you'll have better things to look at. Like me!"
~Yeah, right,~ Mya' replied, but bit her tongue when Jos-see bit her toe!
The last of that quintet of dragons accounted for, the dark opalescent creature still sitting amongst her siblings began more rounds. She tapped at one egg and then hesitated, tilting her head from side to side, before giving 'the signal' to two more. Sure enough, three dragonets hatched... and unlike their father, all of them had two heads, rather then one. Rurilusith gave a low growl, but silenced himself when his children looked over at him with several pairs of eyes. He should have known...
Satisfied, the opal kit sat back, licking herself as a cat might to begin to clean herself. The three two-headed siblings began to roam, and it was only a matter of time before they came to their desired destinations.
"Hey!" Ginafoyith shouted at the last Danachian--the green one--who had spotted him and immediately began cooing disgustingly. "I'm not your little fluff-muffin-teddy-bear! I'm a dragon and you better treat me like one who deserves respect!"
~Whatever you say, schnookie!~ Hitenilenth exclaimed, only retracting her muzzle when two little brass ones snapped at her. ~You're a fiesty one--ones? What do you call a dragon with two heads?~ She asked herself, confused but still entirely happy to have one approach her!
"Better then one with one," Ginafoyith retorted with one head, while the second continued to snarl and fluff at her.
~You are too cute!~ Hitenilenth replied, unperturbed by the jibe.
While Ginafoyith was wingless, the other two dragonets (the ones that the opal had hesitated to hatch, in any case) had a nice pair each, themselves. The first had no pattern--in fact, he was as dark as liquid tar, and reflected the neutral lighting of the hatching bay just like petrol might. Like a shadow, he crept towards Glace Sunscale, and like the dark to her light, he gave a short bow of both heads towards her. "I'd like to go with you," he said, quiet and respectful.
"What's your name, little guy?" Glace asked, smiling at the politeness of this youngster.
"Delaleweth," he replied, both heads uttering the name with a very faint sibilance. A tentative smile creased the corners of both mouths.
The last of the trio had found himself at Sally LaTeya's foot, the black opalescence of his hide reflecting the absurd amount of light coming from the human, herself. He sat with wings folded tightly, both heads weaving almost hypnotically as he watched her with wide, violet eyes. "You're really pretty," he murmured, both heads bobbing at her in time with her clothing's shifting colour-patterns.
LaTeya shifted uncomfortably. It felt... ironic, somehow, and certainly not in the good way, that Calyzevith had taken it upon himself to search her out. Still, she tried her best to smile at him. He was no pony, but he could still be cute...
If only she could shake the impression she was getting from those two pairs of eyes!
Before LaTeya had even finished leading Calyzevith back to his first meal, more dragonets were out wandering the bay, and the opaline Basic was watching the lot of them with narrowed eyes. These new-hatched youngsters had three heads each, and it seemed like things were only getting worse--wingless as well, they seemed somehow unbalanced from front to back.
A lime green and black dragonet literally pounced Disruptor, her three heads weaving in devilish merriment. Her voice surprisingly high and with a nearly metallic burr, she exclaimed, "Hiiiiiiiii!"
Surprised, the ring-wearing young woman didn't respond immediately, and Cac-yau took the moment to begin licking the school-goer--from three different directions! "Ack--hey! Quit that!" Disruptor cried, trying to fend off the multiple lickings and having a hard time of it. It looked like she had made a friend!
Sus-sia approached Kaiser with extreme caution, eyeing the immortal with suspicion. Testing. The black dragonet wasn't sure of this creature, and so she wasn't certain whether she could leap upon Kaiser and rip her to shreds, or bow before her. She certainly looked puny, but then again, size wasn't everything. ~I could tear you apart,~ Sus-sia hissed, still testing.
"I'd love to see you try," Kaiser replied, grinning toothily.
Sus-sia, tail lashing from side to side, decided that, bluffing or no, Kaiser was bold enough to handle her. Maybe.
The last three-headed wingless git had snuck up around Chibi-Dark and now attempted to tackle her from behind, but the purple kit was entirely unsuccessful. In fact, he somehow managed to wind up with the child-like humanoid pinning him to the ground!
"Say uncle!" Chi' squeeled.
"Uncle!" Three separate heads echoed loudly, two of them straining around to see her, "uncle!" The voices held more of a whine then anything.
Chi' slipped from Ponekecoth's back, satisfied. "Good boy," she said, petting the sticky hatchling like one might pet her favorite puppy.
Sufficiently cowed (at least, for now), Ponekecoth submitted to the pettings.
There were three eggs left, and, as usual, the opalescent kit was finishing off her rounds--only to be thwarted when the first of her signal-recipients burst before she could reach it! The kit shrieked in surprise, and the coal-black creature that stumbled from its hatching place fanned its little, fragile wings at her. Three heads with needle-sharp teeth opened wide, as the Imperial dragonet attempted to put her Basic sibling in her place... but such was not to be. Ruriluseth put a stop to any fighting that might have occurred, placing one massive paw between the two hatchlings and glowering at them.
Briefly stunned, Ras-doi relented, turning six cold eyes on her sibling for only a moment before searching out the crowd. The opalescent kit gave a high-pitched snarl before finishing her task, releasing two more three-headed, winged monstrosities to the world. A red and white male and a brown female paused on the threshold from egg to the universe for a moment even as the coal kit worked her way towards the remaining applicants.
Ras-doi shortly found herself drawn to Wunelzstou and Fantredala, and before long, the two incorporeal creatures had taken the dragonet in with great gusto. Not all creatures deserved respect so newly hatched, but this one... she would have potential!
Only two applicants remained waiting. One, the Drasis, Domhar, who had been watching all of this with increasing boredom, and the immortal, Gredelle, whose expression Ruriluseth wasn't certain of. Apprehension, perhaps, but that was soothed away as Zein-mui approached him and tugged at his pant-leg with one of her three red heads. "Take me with you," she urged with one of her other two, and the kits tone of voice was more of an order then a suggestion.
Gywasesuth was the last kit to bond, and it was as if the red-white creature had done it all on purpose. He had sat a short distance from the eggy goop he'd hatched from and kept his eyes on Domhar for a full five minutes before approaching the Drasis. "And you," he said, "shall take me home."
And that was that, or so it seemed.

When Ruriluseth looked to the first-hatched dragonet, she turned her nose to him and said, "None for me."
~Is that so?~ he asked, tilting his head so that he could stare down his muzzle at her. He watched the last of the sponsors leave the Bay, and when a Ministry official approached him, he simply told them that the kit would be going with him. And then the Bay was his again, if only temporarily. ~So what is it that you are named?~
"Of course I can't tell you," his child replied haughtily, "but you may call me Jik-tow"
A small, not entirely humored smile curled at Ruriluseth's snout. ~Ah, so you're one of those.~
"And you'll be in trouble if it slips your mind, young man," Jik-tow replied.

3: That Abstract Destiny Thingum

It had been long ago established that sanity was a foriegn concept to Kaiser, so, in some demented, wierd way, it made sense that she was rather fond of Sus-sia, her young, draconic charge. Not only was she powerful and charming, but she was fluffy and, if you had a high tolerance for pain, downright cuddly. What wasn't there to love? The only problem was that the young dragoness DID have an irking tendency to hide the damn bleach and, worse, the draino. That got on her nerves-- what kind of asshole hid the damn draino?
But it was a minor pet-peeve, and she could live with that.
In fact, she was so taken with her young charge that she was interested in aquiring another. She was interested in how Sus-sia would take that. Imagine.. a little brother~ She'd already looked it up, and there was an interesting place she'd found that appealed to her.
The Abstract Destiny. A geneticy place. There was a technical term for everything they did, but that had all gone in one eyeball and out the other, like certain caustic materials did if you drank too much of them. From what she'd been able to gather, they somehow combined parents and made babies, except not the usual way. Whee, the wonders of science whose technicalities she wasn't particularly interested in! It made her warm and fuzzy inside. Or perhaps that was the peroxide-- it always fizzed when it went down.
It was in space, but she could always arrange transportation. That hadn't been a problem when it had come to Sus-sia, and she doubted it would be a problem now. The only problem she could forsee was herself-- these babies were unlikely to be the tough, crude sort that Sus-sia had proven to be-- almost completely capable of caring for herself and rather nasty and aloof. No, they would need genuine, careful care. She could provide that, contrary to popular belief. She had once, a long time ago, when a friend of hers had left a baby orphaned on her doorstep. That kid had grown up a little strange, but all around stable.. Sort of. Hm.
She'd allow that doctor to make that call, in the end, she supposed. And she'd probably get someone to stay at her place for awhile, to help make sure they'd be sane. Maybe that half-sister of hers, peroxide, who to her knowledge was still in pern.. She was nice and gentle and apparently good at raising horses and such, so who knew? But bah, she'd think of that later. Now, she had to check on Sus-sia and run the idea past her.
She found the dragoness outside, under the large willow tree that adorned the ragged lawn, lounging around in the sun. She was growing at an astonishing rate, but had yet to reach her full height, though she was technically an adult. In the sunlight that managed to catch her dark fur, you could see each shade of black and dark colour that made up that immaculately kept coat, and the stark contrast it had with the bits of white fur that broke the dark monotony.
Pretty. Kaiser stood off to the side, waiting for the dragoness to notice her. It took some time-- Sus-sia was curled up in her nap position, taking the noonday rest she always enjoyed. When the dragoness did notice her caretaker, she was predicatably annoyed, lifting two of her heads with an annoyed hiss. The main one looked the immortal directly in her eye, the red eyes shining mavolantly, the other watching her from underneath it. The last stayed where it was, barring the minor adjustments it had to make to stay comfortable.
What do you want?
"That's an interesting question." Kaiser replied, voice cheerful, which only served to aggrivate the dragoness more. "I want a lot of things. Like my Drain-O, which I've noticed you've hidden, you naughty little beast." Sus-sia twitched at the pet name, while kaiser continued. "I'd also like a large ammount of money and a harem full of beautiful women. Some more peroxide might be nice too.."
Sus-sia twitched again, knowing where this was headed. Kaiser would just continue on and on, until Sus-sia got annoyed with it and snapped. She was in a rush to continue her nap, so she snarled and her left head snapped at her caretaker, wondering why the hell she was still hanging around Kaiser and if she could stop the dregs of a bond already forming. "What did you come to me for?"
"Ah, there's a better question." Kaiser replied, loosing none of her momentum. "I'm thinking of aquiring another charge. From this Abstract Destiny ship-thing place."
Sus-sia combed her brain-- the name had sparked some memory in her mind, potentially from a convorsation she'd had before with one of the dragons' whose riders occasionally visited Kaiser. "Abstract destiny? They approve their sponsors. I doubt they'd approve you." She said bluntly, displeased.
"Oh, you wound me so." Came the immortal's reply, sarcastic hurt lacing the words. "I'll stop teaching you everything I know if you continue with that. But your opinion of me isn't what I came to you for-- would you mind terribly?"
"You'd get one anyway, even if I did mind." Sus-sia replied. Her answer was a nod from her caretaker, so she continued. "And if you're asking what I'd do about it.. Then i'd either ignore the youngling or bite it."
"I trust." Kaiser said slowly, her voice serious and tinted with a dangerous promise, "that it will be the former. Or you won't like your punishment."
Sus-sia narrowed her eyes, but her silence was all the answer Kaiser needed-- for all that the dragoness resented and envied Kaiser, and thus made her life rather annoying at times, there was a genuine respect between them both. Particularly from Sus-sia-- the dragoness knew her own limits and powers, and knew as well that Kaiser's capacity for both greatly exceeded her own. When Kaiser was serious about something, Sus-sia would not cross her.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Sus-sia lowered her heads slightly in defeat, twitching her tail. "Anything else you'd like to know?" she asked, sullenly.
"Yes, actually." Kaiser replied, once more cheerful, "Where did you put my Drain-o?"
"Find that on your own." She snapped, lowering her heads. "And you'll have to be more careful about that-- I doubt anyone would like a baby in the care of someone who might accidently feed it draino."
"I'm not stupid." Kaiser replied, but was met with silence-- the dragon's heads were down and all three pairs of eyes were closed, signaling quite efficiantly that the convorsation was over.
"Remember what you promised." Kaiser added, "ignore the hatchling if I'm found suitable and manage to get one. Don't even look at it with so much as a nasty expression. And if you have to interact with it, be friendly." With that, she turned and wandered back inside the messy shack, to look into that Abstract Destiny a bit more.

****

"I told you this would get you nowhere."
The voice belonged to the dragoness Sus-sia, who stared at her bond out of three sets of eyes. Kaiser, the bond in question, sat at the desk in the room she was currently occupying, on this visit to the Abstract Destiny, and studiously ignored her bond.
"And this new step you're taking won't do anything, either." Sus-sia went on, "Why try? Dragonets don't like you."
"If that's the case, you have bad taste." Kaiser replied, reading over the website on the computer screen before her. On it was the Abstract Destiny's signup page, and she was in the process of signing up again, after failing the first time around. She wasn't one to give up, ever.
Sus-sia had no reply, only huffing and resting her heads on her forepaws, as she reclined on the blankets that had been provided for her comfort. "At the very least, sign up in person. You're on the Abstract Destiny, you don't have to sign up with it's website."
"It's easier." Kaiser said, filling out the last line of information, and pressing the submit button. There, now she was entered to sponsor herself an interesting taur. "Now, you hungry?" she asked her bond, stretching as she looked over at the multiheaded dragoness.
"I've already eaten." the fuzzy creature replied, half closing her eyes as she often did when she hoped to take a nap.
"Alright then," kaiser said, "Suit yourself." And with that, she walked out of the room, hands deep in her pockets as she decided where she wanted to eat that particular day.