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[galratech]

[Shiro doesn't remember falling, but it feels a little like he's been dropped off a high building and frankly, given the likelihood that he was teleported here, for whatever reason... he doubts, with his luck, that it was a gentle landing. He deeply considers lying prone for a few more minutes, but the sound of excited voices filter through to his awareness past the pain, talking about a 'beam of light'. Before he can think about how much he hurts, he's rolling into a tense, ready crouch, just in time for several large shapes to break through the foliage. Shiro can only gape at the variety of the figures that fan out to surround him, scales and vines and wings. He hasn't seen such a menagerie gathered in one place since, well... the coliseum.

It's not a comforting comparison.

Weary dread sluices through Shiro's body as they circle him, jeering. He seems weak! and King Darc will know just what to do with this one. and He'll be quite a prize, with this last line, an echo from the past again, ratcheting his pulse up until it feels like his chest will break. Though Shiro knows from their tone it won't do any good, he warns them to back off just once before lunging at the nearest one, hoping surprise will give him enough edge to run.]

Comments

[scaledeep]

Hey! What's the big idea!?

[Guess what Shiro, you're weak as fuck and these Deimos are at the top of their game. They have even been trained in advanced techniques such as: don't kill people before you find out what their deal is. The Deimos that Shiro lunges for dodges and shoves Shiro down on the ground, stepping on his back and pinning his face to the ground.]

Hrrrgh, you're a weak one, alright. Someone so feeble should just hold still, damn it!

[Another chimes up.]

Stop struggling, you'll only make this more painful!

We're bringing you to King Darc, got it?! Even a stupid human should know it's pointless to run!

[scaledeep]

[a long day of sweaty hard work and nosy, excited Deimos later. Deimos are apparently pretty stoked for building, and turn it into a power competition pretty often. Labor is just interrupted by food and the occasional rowdy overdramatic brawl that ends in lots of enthusiastic swears for revenge, followed by acting completely normal again afterwards. And also buzz over their temporary human guest.

They're definitely interested in Shiro. Most of them just blurt out what's on their mind and refer to him as "hey, human," boisterous beasts of many MANY shapes and sizes and cultures. They all got the memo from Darc that he's off limits for any harm, even non lethal "I just want to see if he's tough gee," which translates into a lot of LETS SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN BUILD, HUMAN, DO YOUR TOOLS SHAPE UP TO CLAWS?? Some are all eager to learn about Shiro, with a lot of boisterous negging of how very human he is. There's also a lot of curiosity and friendliness. It's clear the Deimos have a lot of individuality and are in very different, very OPINIONATED places.

But it's clear everyone here is VERY loyal to Darc, and eager to gossip or do well by the city. The fact that Shiro is willing and eager to build a Deimos city is an immediate, huge plus, which baffles and impresses most of them (and one checks his work to make sure he's not SABOTAGING.) He still has Darc's scent all over him, which stops some from flirting, ENCOURAGES others, and definitely encourages gossip.

Darc spends all day trying not to daydream about fucking him and failing.]