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It was common knowledge to know Dragons kept hoards, those massive collections of the purest gold, rarest gems, and Magical artifacts.
It was a Dragon’s Instinct to collect a hoard and guard it with everything they had.
But Impulse was always very strange for a dragon. And instead he always found it weird how all the other dragons his own age had raved about collecting shiny little valuables to cultivate their feeble hoards.
His parents reassured him it was something he’s grown into.
Young Impulse had whined to them countless time how he just didn’t see the value of a hoard. Plus it always made a Dragon a bigger target to the humans if their hoard was massive.
He supposed it was a matter of glory then?
His Father had told him that, “One day Impulse you’ll find something that you will treasure enough to guard, until that day, explore and see what you can find.”
But he never did. Even now, 300 years later living by himself in a mountainside cave he had carved by hand. With not a single coin to call his own.
And that was fine, Impulse found other things to do with his time instead of hoarding.
Like for example sneaking into a nearby human village and watching them go about their daily lives.
…
..
.
That sounded creepy.
It wasn’t like there was a dragon sitting in a tree just staring at people!
Impulse actually learned to shift his form to look human and he enjoyed walking around the town.
As it turned out, Every dragon had a human version of their spirt.
Each one a reflection of their Dragon-y self only… it was human instead.
It took time for Impulse to figure out how to transform into his human form, but the Hoard-less dragon had time to kill as it was.
And when he finally mastered and studied himself in the reflection of a nearby lake he was delighted to see his normally golden eyes were now darkened to a dark chocolate brown, the short hair on his head was the same colour and what used to be lightly bronzed scales was replaced to lightly tanned skin.
Not to mention he was like 8 times smaller than his normal Dragon-y self.
Impulse liked how he looked as a human, he looked… kinder…?
Was the best he could explain it, I dunno- Dragon faces no matter how happy just always looked… a little bit more on the sinister side to him.
The only other hitch Impulse came across was clothing…
Dragons didn’t wear clothing the same way Humans did.
Occasionally you’d find a dragon with a fancy hat, or gold rings adorning their horns.
But shirts and pants?
Nope.
Impulse doubted his ability to make proper clothing, instead resorted to stealing some cloths that were left out to dry from the nearby town.
The dragon ended up snagging a few outfits he really liked in the process,
His favourite being a black t-shirt with yellow stripes on the sleeves and pair of muted green shorts that came to his knees and were lined with as many pockets as a guy could want.
And all of that to say-
Impulse enjoyed being human, enjoyed going to town as a human and chatting with a few of the towns folks about random little things.
Maybe you could say he even enjoyed being Human more than being a dragon
And maybe as a Dragon that was a risky pass time.
after all Humans were the primary hunters of Dragons. But Impulse didn’t feel like he was in too much danger from the people in this town.
Sure some were rude to him, but there were plenty who were nice. So Impulse gravitated more towards them.
At least he tried too.
There wasn’t exactly an easy way to get out of being cornered down an alley by three larger, angrier looking men who decided Impulse looked close enough to the guy who wronged them.
“Look I don’t know anything about any debt to you guys! Please just let me go.”
The largest of the three men sneered slamming a heavy fist into Impulse’s gut.
The Dragon felt all the air get pushed out of his lungs as he crumpled to his knees clutching his stomach.
Turns out Human Impulse is a lot more squishy and easily hurt than Dragon Impulse.
“We aren’t taking any Excuses rat,” spits out one of the men, “We want our payment, and if you can’t pay it then I guess you’ll just have to pay!”
Impulse blinked back the tears in his eyes from being hit, “but If I can’t pay you?? Then I do I pay?? I don’t have anything to give you???”
The statement was poorly worded to start with, Impulse thought.
The same man as before, the one on the left stammered a bit, as he tried to explain.
“W-well… you’re not paying us… so you are paying.. but by paying I mean we’re gunna kill you… cuz we want to kill you.. and that’s how you’ll pay.”
Impulse blinked a couple times.
And the other two men stared at their companion.
“Good job Bill.” Commented the Man on the Right. “Really cleared that one up.”
“Idiots,” grumbled the one in the middle, the largest man who punched Impulse at the start of all this. “we don’t need to explain that to him, he’ll figure it out when we’re killing him!”
“Wait!” Impulse interrupted
All three Men looked at him
“Why would you kill me as payment? Fundamentally you still get nothing.”
It was weak argument, Impulse knew that, but he had no other option.
other than shifting into his natural form and destroying half the town in the process.
And
Yeah, no
That couldn’t be an option right now.
“Well… yeeaaahh, fundamentally we get nothing, but technically we want to kill you so that’s something i guess, and-“ the guy on the left, Bill? Was it? began only to be interrupted by the largest man in the middle.
“Enough!” The threatening figure loomed over Impulse, “you’ll die, and that’s that.”
Impulse’s heart sunk.
He didn’t want to die, but there was no real way to escape without hurting other people
The largest man wrapped a large meaty hand around the disguised Dragon’s throat and began to squeeze.
Impulse tried to pull the man’s hand away from his throat, tried to pry his hands away because he couldn’t breathe.
he couldn’t BREATHE!
HE COULDN’T BREATHE!
Without thinking Impulse’s fingers shifted into claws and he dug them into the man’s arm.
The relief was immediate as the man let go of Impulse’s throat, to pull back his arm away from the claws.
The damage was gruesome.
Ten puncture holes that dragged out into long jagged claw marks.
The man was screaming.
The other two men were crying out ‘Demon!’ As they fled without their leader.
There was a ringing in Impulse’s ears and he knew.
He had to run.
So that’s was he did.
Claws still fully on display.
He ran.
Towns folk screamed as they saw him run by them, Impulse became further aware that his horns, and wings were also on display for all to see. (Shrunken to fit to human form still but on display nonetheless his wings must’ve ripped through his t-shirt to be exposed as they were.)
Impulse looked behind him just for a moment to see that a mob was beginning to form, improvised weapons in hand.
But before Impulse could fully process what he was going to do about that, he collided abruptly with something…
No..
Someone!
Both Impulse and this stranger were knocked to the ground by the impact.
Shocked Lapis blue eyes met panicked chocolate brown.
Screaming from the mob down the road drew the Stranger’s gaze and something akin to determination settled on his face.
Impulse tried scramble back as the stranger reached for him. But he just couldn’t get his feet under him.
The Stranger grabbed Impulse’s hand and hauled him to his feet, Impulse tried to pull away but this Human was stronger than him while he was in this form.
The Stranger began to pull Impulse along the road and something dawned on the Dragon.
Was he…
Pulling Impulse… away from the hostile mob?
Impulse stopped fighting and let himself get dragged along behind the Stranger, Ducking down side alleys and obscure side streets until they lost the angry mob and reached the edge of the town facing the forest.
breaking free from the town’s boarder they kept running through the forest until the buildings were far far out of sight.
As they reached a small clearing both slowed down breathing so heavily it bordered on straight up wheezing.
Impulse noticed he was still holding the Stranger’s hand and quickly let go.
“Thank-… Thank you…” Impulse managed through wheezes.
The Stranger fell back to sit hard on his butt.
Also replying through the heavy breaths,
“Don’t-.. mention… it, Homie Buddeh-..”
Impulse followed suit, sitting cross legged, trying to catch his breath.
“M’name is Skizz… by the way.” The Stranger said after a long while.
“Impulse… t-that’s my name.”
The Stra- Skizz nodded, “nice to meet ya Buddeh” then he smiled, bright and genuine.
Impulse couldn’t help but join him.
In this moment of peace Impulse took the time to actually look at Skizz.
His Lapis blue eyes were a grounding point, from there The dragon noted the Human’s obsidian black hair cut short on the sides and kept a little longer in the back.
Skizz was also taller than Impulse, even sitting down his frame was still longer.
he was wearing a black… vest? It looked like it used to have sleeves but they were torn off, exposing the human’s scarred arms.
Impulse wondered how someone so young could get scars like those.
The two sat in silence for a little while, before Skizz started up conversation again.
“Sooo… is it rude to ask about-?” He gestured to Impulse’s horns, wings and other dragon-y features that were on display.
Impulse shook his head, “nah it’s fine… I… um well I’m not Human..”
“Obviously dude, I mean no offence. I don’t think you were fooling anyone.”
Impulse couldn’t help but laugh, “no, no- I mean I normally look very human. But I’m not…”
“Righhhhhhtt… well… what are you then?”
Impulse couldn’t help but feel nervous, and a little wary - Dragons and Humans aren’t friends… And Impulse wasn’t mentally prepared to fight off a human… especially one that just saved his life.
It took a lot of mental back and forth arguments with himself to work up the never to just say the words.
but his momentum was halted by Skizz.
“Hey dude? Are you okay?”
Impulse rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “oh yeah, sorry got lost in thought there for a second.”
“All good, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I… well… you did save my life back there.”
Skizz shrugged, “I helped a little, but still-“
“Still….” Impulse repeated before taking a deep breath, preparing himself. “I’m a dragon…
… I’ve Just… learned to look human.”
Skizz blinked…
Then blinked again…
Impulse’s wings instinctively curled closer around himself, waiting for the explosion of anger.
“You’re a Dragon? B-but… you’re smaller than me!” Skizz sounded more surprised than angry.
Impulse spluttered his wings falling back a bit. “well, I’ve obviously shrunk quite a bit!”
“Are you getting old?”
“I’m not that old for a Dragon! Most other Dragons still call me kid!”
Skizz chuckled, “heh- yah most humans do that for me too. Hey do you think we’re close in age?”
“I don’t know, How old are you?”
“I’m 24.”
“Ah shoot, I’m 421”
“What?!” The human looked baffled. “Why did you even ask if you knew I wouldn’t even be close to that! Humans don’t live that long dude!”
Impulse broke into giggles, “I’m sorry, Im sorry, I just couldn’t help myself!”
And Skizz joined in laughing.
“Well at least you’ve got a sense of humour.”
Impulse shrugged as his laughter quieted, “I try….
…
.
So… can I ask you a question now?”
“Shoot for it dude,”
“Why…. Did you help me back there? I mean… you said it, I don’t look human… so… why?”
Skizz’s gaze softened “I helped you because… when I met your eyes back there, you looked terrified… and… real monsters don’t get scared like that.”
Impulse found himself slowly nodding, taking another deep breath “Thank you again for that…”
“Don’t mention it, I did what anyone would do.”
“But you didn’t… everyone else was getting ready to kill me…. Except you.”
The human reached up a hand to rub the back of his neck. “Well… you’re welcome then… I really wasn’t thinking too hard about it.”
Impulse smiled, “I appreciated it.”
With that settled something in Impulse decided that Skizz was trust worthy enough, And With a small surge of magic Impulse willed his form to shift, once again hiding his wings, horns, claws and any other Draconic features he may have had on display.
“Whoa…” Skizz looked bewildered. “You… weren’t lying about looking really Human before.”
It was Impulse’s turn to rub the back of his neck.
“Yeah, this is how I normally look… at least when I’m Human that is- I’ve, never had that happen to me before.”
“What? The extra dragon parts, you mean?”
Impulse nodded, “I didn’t know I could summon them individually, but then that Guy was choking me and I couldn’t breathe- I wasn’t even really thinking about it.”
“Wait wait wait! You were being choked?! Dude are you okay???”
Skizz moved closer to Inspect the disguised Dragon for injuries.
Impulse couldn’t help but lean back a bit when he did, “I’m okay, I could’ve ended up worse.”
Skizz hummed Non-committedly “Mm, It doesn’t look like they left anything but Bruises, but if anything changes you should let me know Buddeh-“
The Human backed away from Impulse, meeting the Dragon’s gaze with a concerned expression,
Impulse didn’t know if he should feel touched or embarrassed by Skizz’s concern, either way- warmth filled Impulse’s chest unlike any fire he had known.
It was nice.
The Dragon nodded an affirmative, “I’ll make sure to let you know.”
The Human smiled gently at him and let the topic rest.
The two of them fell into another quiet moment and Impulse let his mind wander futher more why Skizz was there in the first place.
Did he live in that town? Impulse hadn’t seen him before. And he’s pretty sure he would have remembered seeing Skizz before if he did.
But besides that a bigger question lurked in the back of his mind.
“So… what now?”
Skizz perked up at the question, “I don’t really know, we can’t go back to that town.
They’d probably still recognize us if we went back, although we should get you another shirt sometime soon.
Impulse glanced at his torn shirt, before looking back to Skizz. “We?”
The Human paused a moment, “hmm I skipped a step here.” His face broke out into a grin, as he held out his hand to Impulse. “I’d really like to be friends if you’re down for that.”
“Wait, You want to be my friend??” Impulse was throughly confused, humans and dragons weren’t Supposed to be friends.
“I don’t see why not, you seem like a cool dude and I like to hang out with cool people.”
Humans and Dragons weren’t supposed to be friends…..
But honestly…
Who would stop them?
Impulse returned Skizz’s bright smile and shook his hand. “I’d like that.”
Something clicked for Impulse in that moment, like a switch getting flicked on in his brain.
Skizz was HIS friend, and Impulse would protect his friend till his last Fire-ry breath.
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It had only been a Week since Impulse and Skizz first met. Since then, the pair had grown inseparable.
They joked around tougher, travelled together, cooked and shared meals together.
They quickly both claimed each other as their best friends, finding joy so long as the other was with them.
They had also managed to become wanted ‘criminals/monsters’ in not one, but three separate towns for three separate reasons.
So all things considered, things were going really well.
There was just one small, teensy tiny, itty bitty little issue.
And of course it was related to the buzzing in Impulse’s mind anytime Skizz was nearly hurt by an attacking force.
It was the reason they had to leave the third village behind.
Skizz had almost been shot by a stray arrow, and the Dragon saw red.
He couldn’t even pin down the memory exactly it was so fuzzy, but he did remember thinking a single thought.
‘Protect Skizz’
This resulted in Impulse doing some reckless things that he could no longer remember and getting scolded by Skizz after they were in the clear.
“Really Dipple Dop I don’t know what you were thinking back there, you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Skizz’s voice was loud and boisterous by still laced with overwhelming amounts of concern.
Impulse couldn’t help but smirk at the nickname but all he could do was shrug helplessly at Skizz’s question. “I dunno dude, I don’t think I was thinking…. Just acted on instinct.”
“I thought Dragon instincts were to protect treasure. Not freak out over an arrow!-“
“So did I! That’s why I’m saying I dunno! I’m really not sure why I did it!- it’s like a switch was flipped in my brain and-“
Impulse stopped mid-sentence.
Remembering a similar feeling a week ago when he and Skizz first met.
‘Protect.’
Shit.
“Dippledop?”
“It’s nothing, I’m sure” Impulse lied, “I’m probably just getting tried or something… I get jumpier when I’m tried.”
Skizz didn’t look entirely convinced but he didn’t push any further, and Impulse was thankful for that,
He wasn’t sure why exactly he lied. Maybe it was out of fear…. Or denial…
Or both.
Probably both.
But there wasn’t an easy way of telling someone that they had been claimed as apart of a Dragon’s hoard.
Let alone the only part of that Dragon’s hoard.
Impulse didn’t want Skizz to be scared off by it.
Nothing had to change, they could still be best friends, still travel together, joke together- Skizz just couldn’t know.
And Impulse had to be careful about his protective instincts get the better of him.
Easy peasy, thought the Fool of a Dragon.
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Things were not going easy peasy!
Sure they started out fine, with Impulse suppressing the smaller instincts just fine, even held himself back when Skizz had gotten into trouble a couple of times.
But things had gone from bad to worse when they entered a city along their way.
It was supposed to be a simple supply run, and they were meant to get in and out within the day.
But somehow luck was just not on their side.
Someone from the previous three villages must’ve recognize Impulse or Skizz and then Reported them to the Cities guards.
The guards then found both of them and demanded they face justice. Which obviously meant that Impulse and Skizz bolted.
But neither knew this city particularly well, and got lost, now they were cornered between a towering stone wall and 30 or so heavily armed guards with spears and cross bows.
To say Impulse’s instincts snapped was an understatement.
More like the dam broke and a tidal wave of Protective, desperate instincts poured out of him as he lost all semblance of reason and logic.
Impulse dropped his human Glamour, rising to his full height, stretching out his mighty bronze wings and letting out a reverberating roar that echoed through the city.
His full size was cramped against the wall, but it was nothing a little bit of pressure couldn’t fix, and soon the wall began to crumble against the Dragon’s weight.
Some Soldiers scrambled back in terror, while others shots crossbow bolts and launched spears at him.
Impulse couldn’t care less. His only focus was Skizz.
He had shielded the human from the falling debris of the wall, and now was blocking any stray bolts or spears from getting close to him.
It was too dangerous here.
Impulse reached out a clawed hand towards the Human.
And Skizz flinched back.
Impulse would replay that moment over and over in his head till the end of time.
Of course he would flinch, Impulse was a terrifying dragon.
It was a natural reaction to be afraid.
But instead of listening to it, Impulse ignored Skizz’s fear.
He snatched the human in his clawed hand and with two mighty flaps of his bronze wings he took flight.
And he flew as far and as high as he could, leaving the city and its soldiers behind.
Tree tops were distant greenery when Impulse came back to himself, and he realized just what he had done.
He could feel Skizz’s form in the palm of his hand, the Man was trembling, or shivering- or Both…
Probably both…
They were up too high, and Skizz only ever wore that vest without sleeves.
Impulse was quick to spot a large enough clearing in the forest and land, then he release the Human in his hand.
Skizz stumbled to the ground, his legs too weak to hold himself up.
Guilt washed over the Dragon, quickly replacing his broken dam of emotions.
“Skizz…?” Impulse tried to make his voice soft, tried to make it gentle. But it still boomed in the quiet forest.
Another flinch.
If Impulse’s heart could sink any further it Would lie far beneath the ground.
Scatter shots of pain rippled across Impulse’s skin and he was made aware of the numerous amount of crossbow bolts and spears sticking out of him.
That mixed with the guilt left Impulse with no options.
So Impulse made the decision for them both. And he turned away from Skizz, walking away from him and deeper into the forest.
It had to be better this way.
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Skizz wasn’t quite sure what just happened.
His lagging brain was playing catch up at a molasses pace.
He and Impulse went to a city for supplies.
It went bad.
They were cornered.
Then…
Well then Impulse got big.
And loud.
Skizz’s ears still were ringing from the roar.
He had collapsed a wall.
Scared off a lot of the soldiers and then…
The image of a giant clawed hand reached for him was brought to the front of his mind.
Impy grabbed him, he was being held by him right now?
Were they flying?
YUP THEY WERE FLYING!
HOLY CRAP THEY WERE FLYING!
The loose fist that kept Skizz in place, all of a sudden felt too loose.
He felt like he could fall at any time.
And what a drop it was, Skizz could no longer make out the hill sides or tree tops of the land below, it was all just green vagueness.
The next thing to register In the molasses was how cold it was.
Impulse mentioned briefly one time how the higher someone flew the colder it got.
And damn he wasn’t lying.
It felt like winter air whipping around his skin and hair, Cold and bitter.
The only relief Skizz had was that Impulse’s hand was warm, fire flowing through his veins unlike most reptiles.
Skizz clung the best he could to the hand around him. Praying that this would soon end.
Wait…
It was over…
Slowly Skizz realized he was catching up to the true present.
Impulse had landed and opened his palm up.
Skizz had tumbled forth like a lucky die just rolled across the table.
Deep breaths
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Something loud above him made him flinch.
What was that??
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Skizz blinked to his senses as his racing heart calmed.
But when he looked around, All he saw was trees, grass, and stones.
But no Impulse.
“Impy?” He called out, shakily pushing himself up to his feet. “Impulse?! Where are you???”
Had the dragon really just abandoned him?
What the heck!
Skizz frantically looked around the clearing for any sign of his friend.
“Impulse c’mon man! This isn’t funny anymore!”
No response.
Eventually Skizz stumbled across a trail of dragon tracks leading into the forest that could only be Impulse’s
Cuz…
He’s the only Dragon out here.
And Skizz followed them.
The distances between tracks was incredible and Skizz almost felt like a kid again tracking down an imaginary creature.
Only this time he was trying to find his best friend.
What Skizz found in the next step chilled him to his bones.
“Impulse?! Dippledop where are you!!?”
The footprint was pooled with a deep maroon blood.
Dragon blood.
Skizz was sprinting.
“Dippledop!! Impulse!”
Please be okay, please be okay, please be Okay!
The tracks grew more gruesome each step, and Skizz’s panic rose pushing himself up to farther and faster.
Soon the trail led into mouth of a cave and Skizz knew his buddy was inside.
“IMPULSE!” Skizz’s voice echoed across the walls as he ran in without hesitation. “Dippledop, where are- Oof!”
Until he ran into a wall.
Yeaaaah, maybe it was better to let his eyes adjust just a bit to the darkness.
Blinking a few more times, Skizz noted the strange texture of the wall he just ran into…
And how the wall shifted slowly…
Like..
Breathing…
Holy crap it was Impulse!!
Skizz jumped to his feet, and placed a hand on Impulse’s scales.
“Impulse, there you are buddy- Why did you leave me ya jerk!! don’t do that! Do you even know how worried I was!”
The Dragon gave a low hum, in reply before going silent.
“Really?! Is that all I get?? Just a hum- c’mon Dippledop imma need more than that!”
Impulse’s body heaved a sigh, before speaking “Too…. loud…”
And even though the Dragon’s voice seemed to be whispering, he was right, he was very loud.
Skizz leaned against the wall of scales in front of him.
“Can I at least see your face Homie Buddeh?”
Impulses huffed, before whispering again- “don’t… want.. to… scare… you… more…”
Skizz’s face scrunched “scare me what are you-“ the image of a clawed hand reaching for him once again flashed to the forefront of Skizz’s mind.
“Oh… buddy listen I wasn’t scared… I just didn’t know what was happening, I’ve never seen you as a full dragon before.”
“Cuz… I know how I look… didn’t want to scare you..”
“You won’t Scare me! Promise okay, please just let me see you.
There was a long moment of hesitant silence before the scaly wall Skizz was leaning on began to shift.
The Human pulled back and watched as the Dragon’s giant limbs moved out of the way to reveal his face.
Skizz rushed forward, before he could be closed off again.
And was quickly met with two larger sorrowful golden eyes.
Skizz pauses, taking a moment to look over his Friend.
Bronze scales, beautiful horns, and looking just as gentle and friendly as the Human Impulse, Skizz was used too.
“Dippledop..” Skizz said softly, “I don’t know what you thought I’d be afraid of, but it definitely isn’t you.”
Still Impulse looked doubtful.
Skizz walked closer, and as his eyes adjusted Skizz noted the broken shaft of a spear still sticking out of his friend’s neck.
So he moved towards that.
A thin trail of blood was leaning from the wound, and no small amount of rage bubbled within Skizz.
How dare people hurt his friend like this!
“Can I take this out dude?” Skizz lightly pressed a hand near the spear, while gripping the shaft with the other hand, ready to pull.
“Please…”
Skizz pulled the spear loose and Impulse let out a sigh of relief.
The wound was small enough on the Dragon that the blood clotted it almost instantly.
The most damage was being done with the wounds that couldn’t heal around the intruding metal and wood.
And So with that, Skizz set to work, pulling out as many spears and bolts from His friend’s skin as a possible, needing to climb over his massive bulk most of the time just to reach them.
After no less than an hour later Impulse sighed heavily, “that’s the last… I think…”
And Skizz grinned triumphantly. From his Perch atop Impulse’s right shoulder. “All hail the concurring hero am I right!”
The Dragon hummed in reply, a happier note this time before his form began to shrink and shift.
Skizz let out a started yelp as the change in size caused him to loose his balance and tumble down Impulse’s side onto the floor.
Soon enough where once there was a humongous dragon, a familiar Human face and form sat.
Unfortunately naked.
Skizz chuckled, reaching for the extra pair of pants he kept in his bag, before chucking them at Impulse.
“Too bad there isn’t a fabric in the world strong enough to stretch for when you go all Giant like that. I’m going to run out cloths to keep loaning you.”
Impulse caught the pants and swiftly put them on. “I appreciate it still…”
His voice more quiet than a normal Impulse’s should be.
Skizz made his way to sit next to Impulse, nudging his friends’s shoulder with his own.
“Hey…Doctor Professor Dippledop, watcha thinking in that big head of yours.”
Impulse huffed, “it’s not that big…”
“Sure it is dude! Never seen someone with such a big head!…. got lots of big ideas tho.”
Impulse hummed softly, before shrugging.
“Impulse… if this is about what happened… I understand.. you saved my life… I’m sorry if I reacted poorly, it just took me a bit to process what was happening.”
“You don’t have to apologize…”
“You were hurt dude, you thought I was scared of you- and listen here buster and listen with your face! I’ll never be scared of you. Not in a million years.”
Impulse looked up to meet Skizz’s eyes, his normal Chocolate brown irises, still tinted gold like his dragon form.
“Even if my Dragon brain thinks about you as my hoard?” His voice was sorrowful and meek.
Skizz knew he didn’t hide his surprise well, because Impulse looked away from the human once more, clutching fists fulls of his pants.
“I tried to stop it, I really did- but then it just all broke out when we were cornered and I wasn’t thinking fully. I’m sorry- I’m so so sorry.”
Skizz heard enough, pulling the Dragon in close for a hug and squeezing him tightly.
“Oh Dippledop…”
Impulse wrapped his arms around the Taller man’s torso.
“Please don’t be mad.”
“Dude I’m not mad- I’m honoured really.”
“Really?”
“Yeah dude! You understand that I’m worth WAAAAY more than any real treasure!”
Impulse snorted a laugh, squeezing Skizz just a little bit tighter.
“I don’t know if that’s what it means.”
“No that’s exactly what that means dude! Dragons only guard valuable things- so I’m just be that awesome!”
“You’re letting this go to your head too much.”
“Nerp!”
Impulse laughed, settling against his best friend. “I’m going to regret telling you aren’t I.”
“Oh yeah for sure dude.”
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Impulse was a rather strange Dragon.
He didn’t hoard mountains of gold, or precious gems.
He didn’t hide away isolated in a long forgotten cave.
And he didn’t care to feud with humans
His hoard consisted of his Best Friend.
His most valuable treasure known to man.
His Home was wherever Skizz was, as long as they were together they could be happy.
Impulse was probably the happiest Dragon alive.
All things considered.