You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

[foundacause]

Who: Meg and OPEN
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.

Meg doesn't need to sleep. Sometimes she sleeps for the joy of dreaming. Other times she doesn't bother. Same with food - she doesn't need to eat to sustain herself but sometimes she eats for the joy of it. This is one of those days where she is wide awake and looking for something to eat while the majority of the normal little squishy people at the Science Centre dream their little dreams of puppies and rainbows - or whatever the hell squishy human types dream of.

She's only about half way through her triple layer peanut butter, jelly and cheese sandwich when she hears the all too familiar and all too unwanted growling in the distance. At first she dismisses it; after all some of the foods in this place are said to do strange things and who's to say she didn't pick up weird alien lube instead of jelly? Hearing things could totally be the fault of the PB, J and cheese tower - right?

The snarls and the growls grow louder; and the closer and louder they get the more Meg begins to thing this is not the fault of the sandwich. Fuck. That can only mean one thing... Hellhounds.

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[no_eels]

For a moment, all Toothless does is give her an unimpressed look. It wasn't all that long ago that Vikings would have killed him and asked questions later. But then he relaxes, the unimpressed expression fading into indignance. Of course he can keep himself alive. He can at least smell the creatures. They reek of a very similar to scent to Meg, in fact...

[foundacause]

Hey now! Don't go judging her just because she smells like the dogs! No more pettings for Toothless if he's going to be a judgemental lizard jerk. Because really, she has enough of that crap without her pet judging her.

"You able to run fast in this place?"

[no_eels]

He considers for a moment before nodding. While it may not be as fast as he is in the sky, Toothless can still book it when the need is high. And, apparently, the need is very high indeed.

[foundacause]

"Then just run. Don't try to fight them." Is Meg showing concern for another living creature? Apparently so. Well done, Toothless you melted her heart.

[no_eels]

Toothless looks unconvinced. They can't even be broiled? Even the dragons back home, who are unquestionably the toughest creatures, don't take well to fire. But this Viking seems to know what she's talking about...

[foundacause]

To be honest Meg isn't sure what effect the hot fiery breath of a dragon would have on a hound of Hell, and she doesn't really want to find out - in case it doesn't work and her pretty new pet becomes puppy chow.

She reaches out to pet him lightly. "Stay out of trouble."

[no_eels]

The Night Fury rumbles his assent. Fine, fine. He'll stay out of the way of these things. Whatever a hellhound is, it isn't pleasant. He rumbles instead of nodding because, well, Meg's petting him, and he doesn't want to disturb her hand. He far prefers the stroking of his snout to the absence of it.

[foundacause]

She continues to pet him for a moment longer before her hand stills, her eyes turn black and she backs away from Toothless. She can hear the tell-tale growling of a hellhound, not to mention the padding of it's feet. Before long it comes into her line of sight.

"Run. Go."

[no_eels]

True to his (egotistical) word, the Night Fury is quick. He turns and is a few feet away with just a few lunging steps. But then he turns around, looks at Meg, eyes wide. What about you? he seems to be asking.

[foundacause]

Oh man. Nope. She can't handle the adorableness of the oversized lizard. Don't look at her like that. She's supposed to be a badass demon that tortures things for fun, not going all mushy over a pet.

"Go on."

She turns her back on him and steps towards the hellhounds, blade in hand.

[no_eels]

Toothless hesitates. Something in him wants to stay, wants to glue itself to Meg's side and claw at the invisible creatures until they leave the both of them alone. But it's not a loud voice. Not yet, at least.

He growls quietly in the back of his throat, not liking his options, and takes off at top speed. He'll find her later, he reasons to himself.