GM PostVicky has no trouble snatching up the body out of the waves, though she does get slapped around by angry waves in the course of it. The man she picks up is bloodied, badly injured and unconscious, but alive and in no immediate danger.
Michael arrives beside Paramour's pavilion momentarily after Legba. The brilliance of his wings gleams attractively off the material of the pavilion, making it shine like a makeshift lighthouse in the windswept gloom. He nods in greeting and introduces himself to Paramour.
In response to Legba's comment, he offers, "I might be able to hold the creatures off for a while. Not forever, though. Perhaps these poor souls -" here he gestures at the dragon coiled around the pavilion, and to the man in Vicky's arms, some distance away - "could offer useful information as to the source of these monstrosities?"
The dragon itself seems skittish, perhaps due to the presence of the legendary slayer of monsters. However, in Paramour's thrall, it restrains its baser instincts. It rumbles deep in its throat, a sound perhaps intended as a purr but coming out sounding more like a volcano preparing to erupt, and looks appealingly at Paramour. It seems that it wants to speak, but can't.
Paramour can feel some wild, feral urge flickering in its mind, constantly threatening to burst again into conflagration. It
is a being like herself, she is somehow sure. She recognizes the divine fire in it, burning slowly through its mortality and transfiguring its soul into something ancient and cruel.
Like me? The unsettling thought occurs to her unbidden.
OOC wrote:You can consider the dragon Controlled, but it can't speak and doesn't change to human. It does seem to understand you, and can be given orders.
