~~~Dragon-y au RP~~~

Isaac once again gained control of himself and reached for the small blade from his mother's chest. He pulled out his sketchbook pretence to draw again as he dragged the blade across his hipbones more times than he could count, his movements normal and fluid as if he were actually drawing aside from the awkward angle of his elbow a he sat there knees almost to his chest, drawing a picture with a twist.

Katia smelled the blood and hissed, now turning to him. "You better have fallen on a pencil point." She says sharply, looking over her book.

Isaac said nothing, covering himself quietly. He hid his blade and pulled out a pen, beginning to sketch the dragoness' head. Isaac was furious she had stopped him. Furious indeed. Though his face showed nothing.

The dragoness returned to her books with a short frustrated snort. She flipped through pages for a little while more before being forced to stop, claw digging into her desk as her arrm burned in pain once more, forcing her to a stop

"What's wrong with your arm?" Isaac asked not looking up. He had managed a rough outline of her head and neck and attempted to fill it in as he saw it fit.

"Hurts... I think one of these cuts us getting infected..." She explains quietly, looking over her arm.

"I can fix that." Isaac said his tone hesitant and insistent all the same.

"You don't have to. I'll figure somethibg out." The dragoness says quietly.

Isaac huffed racing of and to his chamber and back, a smaller box in his hands. "I broke your rule though it was for a worthy cause my lady. Be still." He said opening the box on the ground nearest her leg. He used a rag to cover the wound in a clear fluid as well as a fine blue dust. Isaac tucked away his things moving back to where he had been without a word.

She looked over her arm for a second before speaking again. "Thank you Isaac... And you know you dont have to call me miss, right?" She continues as she moves to go lay down,

"It is unfit for one to call his master anything less. Is it not?" Isaac asked looking at her in earnest. In that moment his face reflected his ignorance. His age and the reality of his rawness to people.
(Bleh)

Katia cringed at his words. "I am no ones master, and I don't want to hear that term within these caverns ever." She speaks sharply, "I don't want to hear it... " She finishes, lying down within her bed.

"As you wish." He said curling up around his satchel. Isaac stared into the dark, unsure of what to do. He was too alert to sleep an ha been ordered to be in sight. He was at a loss and thus, stared, his mind running wildly about nothing in particular.

Katia picked up a large puffy blanket of hers and set it over Shadow gently before grabbing several large pillows from her pile and giving them to him. "Here, I wont have you lying on the floor with nothing." She says.

Isaac tensed and forced a thankful smile. "I've had less. You are very generous. Thank you." He said his voice having gone back to its scared monotone. He moved things around making a sort of nest that hid his satchel and part of himself only his head and wings showing through the piled of fluff.

"Same." She mumbles quietly, curling up in her own little nest like space, the bear Isaac had mode her resting next to her head.

Isaac eventually fell asleep his mother's murder plaguing his dreams as he watched her die over and over. His screams to save her echoed about the cavern, his body covered in sweat. Isaac's hair stood out everywhere and his hands reached out for her. His mother begged him, pleaded for him to help but he could only reach.

Katia nudged him awake, not minding being kept up as it delayed her returning to her own nightmates. "Isaac, you're fine dear." She speaks softly.

Isaac threw himself into the wall behind him, the force denting the wall. The rock cracked behind him in an almost Isaac shaped indentation. He looked around, his eyes wide before realizing where he was once more. He peeled himself out of the wall and kneeled, dust and rock falling out of his wings and back. "My utmost apologies my lady. I will see to it that it won't happen again to the highest of my abilities." He said breathing heavily.

A hunk of gems and metal from the designs covering the cavern fell onto him as they were disturbed and displaced. Katia couldn't help but sigh, one claw digging into a stuffed animal below her, impaling it on a long claw. "It's alright. Just try not to do it again." she speaks gently.

Isaac nodded gathering all the stone and gems into a small pile by his bed. He sat in his nest staring blankly at a pillow, having drifted off into his own word.

Katia finally began to drift off to her nightmares, occasional growls accompanying a restless shifting.
(bleh)

Isaac didn't sleep for fear of causing trouble again. By 5:00 am he was up, dressed in his suit and polishing everything in the room that could be polished. He swept under her desk and dusted, all keeping a keen eye out for the Dragoness awakening. Isaac sat in his nest after everything was cleaned and again tried to sketch out the Dragoness. Dark circles had formed under his eyes and he was deathly weak but still he sketched and moved as if he were the epitome of health.

Katia lie as deep within her pile as possible, as if trying to hide from something in her dreams. Salty tears rolled down her scaley cheeks, slightly glowing all colors.

Isaac frowned noticing immediately as he tried to sketch the horns of the dragoness. He moved in front of her pile of pillows and blankets clicking his heels together. He watched For a moment before clearing his throat. "My Lady, are you alright?" Isaac asked his voice loud and clear. His suit was as perfect and pristine as usual though his tie hung crookedly round his neck.