I'll tell you once more before I get off the floor
Don't bring me down

Taunting a dragon is never a good idea, especially not when you're put into the same room as him on a daily basis. Sharing an apartment with a happy dragon is one thing, but one that's been pushed to the end of his wit through constant teasing would be bound to do just about anything to level the playing field. Nothing more than friendly banter to the sergal, the dragon seemed to take the constant reminders of chores and the height difference between them personally - to the point that he'd intentionally worsened his habits, leaving his socks around on the floor for the sergal to complain about. Every verbal reminder that Dylan gave him only seemed to cause Dominic to respond in kind with a physical reminder of who was in charge here, or at least who he perceived to be in charge. The dragon didn't see the issue with his habits, after all - he largely stayed in his room anyway, tinkering away on God knows what.

Eventually, the dragon's laziness spilled over into the rest of the apartment. This pushed the sergal over the edge. Friendly teases escalated into fairly heated arguments, and before long the two friends were beginning to bicker about not only the state of the dragon's room, but the mess he left around the rest of the apartment. The dragon scoffed every time, unwilling to relent upon his physical laziness, and Dylan began to attempt to physically intimidate the dragon into cleaning up his ways. Arguments escalated into physical behavior, and before long the sergal had begun to very literally measure himself up on the dragon, emphasizing the drastic height difference between the pair of them. This intimidation seemed to work, and indeed Dominic slowly began to clean up his act - his room, the apartment, and even the sergal's room after he had been ordered to. In-dignified, the dragon turned his tinkering into real effort, and began to surmise a way to flip the odds in his favor.

Dominic displayed an irregular amount of cockiness on the day he intended to do the deed - Dylan hadn't heard him say "No." to a command for most of the year, and so having the dragon disobey him and then retreat away into his room caught him off guard. Clearly unwilling to take such an insult to his pride, the sergal followed the dragon into his room intent on once more physically dominating him into acting the way he expected him to. Before he got far at all, the sergal was encased in a wondrous blue light, blinding him completely. No dragon, no room - only the subtle hum of what felt like a space-age device and infinite blue. When his vision cleared, the shift was obvious. The result of months worth of commands taken and months worth of secretive effort made themselves known as the dragon's bare paws took up the entirety of his vision, and a pair of red socks landed behind the sergal's body. Overhead, the dragon stared down, with a smug grin that could have made any winner jealous.

The dragon spoke a single word with the same force and booming bass of a concert. It snaked its way past his own toes, and assaulted the sergal's tiny ears in the same way that his physical presence dominated his vision.

"Kneel."




What's our moral?

Don't call a dragon small unless you're willing to be on the small side of things yourself.




This is something  Dylanstrategie and I managed to snag from  Lydemox this week. Really content with it - so much so that I wrote a mini-story to accompany it. I'm noticing a trend here.

The sergal is none other than  Dylanstrategie.

The dragon is me.