Title: Fire Signs: Fan the Flames
Author: Julia
Archive: Sure
Rating: DAFT (dragon approved for thou)
Summary: More dragon pov
Notes: For Dor, because under all those scales burns a heart that loves His Human...even when she threatens to turn him into a chicken or ::shudder:: paint him !pink!

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It was a favourite game of his. The sun was warm here, and right in the eyes of those coming out of the Admin Building.

He had the advantage of surprise.

This was important to dragons and all other predators.

Also, when hunting Ho's a dragon had to be careful. Ho's might not have fire, but he had found by harsh experience that never stopped them from retaliating.

All the same, it was a Very Fun Game.

Lounging on roof of the Admin Building, he peered over the edge of the entryway walk. This was a perfect spot -- those coming out couldn't see him, the sun was in their eyes and he, Draco, had an unimpeded view.

"RAAHR!!!"

"AGHHHHHH!!!"

Rings of smoke rose as Draco huffed his amusement at the unfortunate Ho who now stood, hands on her hips, glaring at him. "You overgrown lizard! I oughta skin you out and make a pair of boots out of you!"

"HEH!" A moment's concentration and a new smoke creation floated across the airspace. It was a Dragon Work of Art. He, Draco, prided himself in being creative in smoke formations.

The lips kissing the blue sky was a particularly nice touch.

"OH!" Stomping a foot in frustration, the Ho gave a one finger salute the dragon was quite familiar with. He crooned at She Who Shoots Things. She must truly love him. That was most certainly a sign of affection. Dark Man always did that to His Human and she replied the same way, without fail.

With a huff, She Who Shoots Things stomped off.

Draco wasn't worried. Even if she had her crossbow there wasn't much that could penetrate his scales. Even heat ­ and at HSU Draco had plenty of opportunities to bask in the bonfires, BBQ fires and occasional building fires that popped up on campus.

There was nothing like wading in to a nice hot fire, with the coals all red and cheery. As far as he, Draco, was concerned, HSU didn't have enough fires.

And they were getting increasingly smaller. His Human told him it was just that he, Draco, was getting bigger, but he had watched them rebuild and carefully noted that stone was used more than wood.

It was very sad. A fire cheered everyone.

Though it made two of the Ho's cringe every time he tromped into a fire. Runs Through Sprinklers and Lady of the Lake were completely beyond his understanding. Why would a creature of fire not prefer a naturally warm environment over the horrid water those two cherished?

Draco avoided the two as much as possible ­ especially when they had the hoses going, or were walking towards the sprinkler controls.

High Ground times for a dragon.

He didn't care for Helmeted Men either. They always showed up just when a fire got perfectly toasty, roaring up in their red vehicles that screamed, running around like ants.

Though...it was fun to shot up out of the flames, hover for a moment and roar at them. Heh... He, Draco, truly loved the terrified looks on their faces.

He didn't understand why all the Ho's yelled at him for scaring the Helmeted Men. It was a Fun Game!

Besides, they had weapons. They all carried tubes that shot water. It wasn't like they were unarmed.

Not like the ones called Wankers. Sometimes, when he got bored, Draco would fly over to the other university and swoop down on the students. He enjoyed hearing their screams and watching as they ran off, arms flailing madly. Not one at home did that. Too bad. He, Draco, would have enjoyed that.

Ah well...a dragon took entertainment where it came.

Hearing the Admin Building door opening again, Draco edged back out of sight and waited, listening to the footsteps coming into range.

Muscles coiled.

Eyes narrowed in excitement.

Claws dug into the brick.

"RAAAAAHHHHRRR!!!!!!!"

"Fook me!"

Perplexed moment of silence. Hmm...he, Draco, had not anticipated snaring one of the Sizzly Stick Men with this game. He never had before! Draco had a moment to ponder his choice as Elder cast a withering glare on him.

Ah...a challenge! The die was cast. Valour! Honour! "HEH!!" Draco sat up, puffing a Most Impressive Smoke Cloud. Tree Tall Man did not seem amused.

"That game, my friend, is going to end with you getting hurt some day."

Draco puffed up. "PHAH!"

He was a dragon! He was strong! His lineage was a proud one! Okay, so he really didn't know where he came from since His Human could only get the sketchiest details out of Dark Man.

Draco was certain it was a Very Fine Line. After all, His Human told him all the time he was a piece of work. Well, sometimes she said he was a piece of crap, but only when he accidentally flamed something like her spell book, or her clothing, or ate her boots....

He, Draco, was a growing dragon. He got hungry.

Shit happens, as Dark Man said.

Draco cocked a bright eye at Tree Tall Man and let a wisp of smoke curl from his nostrils. The very tip of his tail thumped once, twice, as he watched and waited.

He heard the door open and close, and listened as footsteps approached, never breaking eye contact with Tree Tall Man.

Eye contact was important to dragons. He, Draco, never backed down.

Except that time when His Human had The Book out and was turning the Shrieking Ones who Smelled Bad into Chickens. He had feared she would try the spell on him first!

Heh.... Draco adored chasing chickens. Especially Those Chickens. It was a Grand Game...especially if he got to singe a few feathers in the process. Nothing like a chicken butt ablaze to liven up a dragon's day.

A Ho walked out and looked from where Tree Tall man was standing still glaring up at he, Draco, who was gazing back unwaveringly.

High Noon.

"Oh for-" The Ho walked to stand between them and looked up at Tree Tall Man impatiently. "Did you or did you not tell Obi-Wan you would be right over for your sparring session? Dande even said she would make a special lunch for you two!"

"Er...yes, but, you see, that creature cannot be allowed to roam at will, pouncing upon you grrls and frightening you." Tree Tall Man turned a rather hapless look on the Ho before glaring at Draco again.

Danger signs. Whenever Ho hands went on hips, he, Draco, knew it was time to Be Somewhere Else. Whether it was their hips or The Man's, it didn't matter...the reasons were just different. The action to take was the same.

"Qui-Gon..." A sigh. Walks With Tigers shook her head. "Everyone knows he does it. We forget, he startles us, gets his dragon jollies out of it, and that's that." She pushed at his shoulder. "Get! Go spar. Use that testosterone to impress your wife." Sly grin from Walks With Tigers. "Get the General sweaty and hot and I'll owe ya one."

Reluctant smile from Tree Tall Man. Another meeting of gazes from Jedi to Dragon...before he turned and walked away, muttering about insane women who insisted on keeping dangerous animals as pets. "Tigers, dragons....Xanatos for Force's sake! What next? Is this anyplace to raise my daughter? What kind of example...."

"And you!" Walks With Tigers looked up at the roof.

Smug dragon smile and a puff of triumphant smoke. "HEH!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah....go scare the Frosh." With a last toss of her hand, Walks With Tigers turned to go back inside.

Draco sighed. She would alert the others that he was there. A new game was needed.

Ah...that would do! Time to go burn some glyphs into the grass around the storage shed and make Weak Minded Fool think they were more signs from his god.

It was goooooooooood to be a dragon.

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TBC