Clinton
Nearly forgotten by the world of Newton Cradle, Raizel remained mostly hibernating in the woods where she woke to a new scent carried by the wind. From the den she shook off the moss, roots and dirt from her wooden hide. Her elongated neck stretched out from the hole where her draconic head turned to the direction where she smelled a new creature not too far. 

Under the sunlight beams it reflected a glow from the gems embedded on her wooden frame. She slithered out from the hole that she dug up a few days ago. Her powerful body stretched before it began tracking down the scent.

She pumped her strength into her legs to launch herself soaring through the air, moving into a serpentine fashion using the trees to bounce off it. It almost looks like she is flying when she glided above the forest floor.

The scent leads her to a clearing of abandoned buildings where once investigated a building with Evan a long time ago. She lands heavily on her clawed feet where she begins to follow the smell that leads her to a house with a fence. 

Nimbly her body bolted up on top of the roof where she searched around until she spotted a large bovine grazing. Raizel let out a snort at the creature to get its attention where they both look at each other for a moment; they touch noses as a sign of trust.
Jasmine
Barric lugged the hay bale down the long road that sat in the middle of the abandoned buildings. His chest heaved with each step as he tried his best to get back to the house he had kept the cow at. It was a slow progression, even for someone of his strength, but he pushed on. The house's front door came into view just as Barric took a sharp right towards the fenced in back yard. Once the farmer had approached the fence, his eyes were drawn down to the hay bale, checking that he had a good enough grip to throw it over the fence. Barric had n't noticed the creature that sat in the fenced-in yard yet. His ears only picking up the familiar huff from the cow. "Yeah yeah I know." He grumbled at the cow, taking the huffs that came from it as a sign of annoyance. 

As the words left his mouth and flung the hay bale over the fence, a satisfying thud followed. He unbailed his hands, staring at the indents from the string that held the hay bale tightly together. "The things I do..." His eyes trailed up, coming face to face with the glowing eyed creature that sat behind the bovine happily investigating the hay bale that had just been tossed into its makeshift enclosure. Barric stares at it, his mouth agape as if he was catching flies. The best way to describe it was dragon like. "... Hi.." He blabbered out hesitantly. His eyes flickered all over the dragon-like creature as it stared at him. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

His eyes flickered between the calm cow that stood beside it, its nose shoved into the hay and the creature that stared at him. "Uhm... I guess you can stay for now." Barric's hands slowly traveled to the fence, placing his hands up onto it. "I'm just going to." With that, he pulled himself over the fence, hopping onto the other side. His boots landed on the ground with a thud. "I need to spread that out." Barric's scarred hands made a gesture to the hay beside him that the cow was still happily ruffling through. "You do whatever." He made a gesture at the creature.

Barric sidesteps over, eyeing the creature still. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to turn his back on the thing, but he felt as if that if it was going to kill him, it already would have. After a few more moments of eyeing the creature, he slowly turned around, yanking the strings off of the hay bale to spread it out and place it into one of the makeshift tubs Barric had been using to feed and water the thing.
Clinton
Then she picked up a scent of a sweaty human, scorpion and beef with developing male hormones tinged with testerone energy. It was coming toward the building where the wind was blowing his direction to where she stood by the large cow. 

She was just perched on the rooftop where she carefully climbs down to where the cow is mooing once in a while. Her clawed hand was stroking the back of the creature until pulling it back in time to see a tall figure carrying a hay bale.

It was a surprise that the man-creature didn't take notice of her until he got close to the fence line. She stood still like a statue, watching him with her glowing pale eyes. 

The reaction of the strange man-creature wasn't normal behavior. It was like a prey animal who had never run-in with any predators in their life. This gave Raizel an idea to test the waters to push buttons to see if this man-creature would respond normally.

She approached him with her powerful form carefully maneuvering herself toward Barric, now getting a stronger scent of him. The draconic-girl lowered her head flaring her dino nostrils to drink in the smell to get a proper memory of him. Mainly this is for memory and tracking purposes if she wants to harass him later.

Then her maw opens up with thorny-looking teeth that gently clamped over his head playfully without hurting him.
Jasmine
He heard the creature move with him. Following him closely behind. The huff of air on the back of his head giving him an idea of how close the creature was. Barric's hands dug through the hay, pulling it out in clumps to toss into the tub that sat near him. He felt a few more huffs of air against his neck as he moved the creature, seemingly moving with him. 

As he finished up, Barric stood up from the hunched position he was in, turning back towards the other creature. Just as he was about to speak to it, his vision was covered in darkness as something engulfed his head. A pale blue pulsing light engulfed his vision as if a fireball was engulfing his head. Barric paused for a moment, unsure of what he was seeing. But then the thing that had engulfed his head moved.

Moved as if it was breathing. As if it was a live creature that had engulfed him. Barric felt a glob of wetness drip onto his forehead from above. A glob of slobber or spit dripping down his face. He was inside of its mouth. It had bitten his head, keeping him in place but not hurting him. Barric's neck jerked, trying to escape the creature's mouth, his heart rate rising as he panicked. His hand moved suddenly, remembering that some animals were sensitive to their nose. Barric's scarred hand reeled back, slapping the creature on where he assumed its nose would be. 

"HEY LET GO!" He hollered from within its mouth, his southern accent loud and clear as he repeated the phrase with each slap, trying to get the creature to let go. His voice became more panicked with each time the phrase left his mouth becoming faster and louder. His hand ached as if he was slapping against wood, but he continued attempting to get the creature to allow him to let go of his head. It wouldn't kill him. If it wanted to, it would've chomped down on his neck by now, right?
Clinton
Each time Barric hit her wooden nose it sounded like he's knocking on a solid door. It didn't phase her one bit already knowing what he's trying to do. There was a growling chuckle as she slowly lifted him up from his feet, turning her teeth to become dull so she didn't hurt him.

The man-creature looked like he had a strong neck full of muscles that won't easily break. She moves while carrying gently by his head to where she climbed right on top of the roof. Then she drops him on his ass where she towered over.

Her long forked tongue lolled out from the side of her maw, breathing winter air onto him while she wiggled the end of her tail. 

She perched on the rooftop like a gargoyle looking down at the strange man-creature, watching for his change of behavior or other actions. 

Raizel found it amusing how this thing behaved like a dumb rabbit who had never found itself in the food chain just yet. Drool oozed from her maw that dripped onto the roof where it froze over with frost. She felt the pent up energy crinkling inside that was making her want to play even more.

Her snout pushed against his chest, leaving behind a wet blotched from her drooly snout.
Jasmine
He felt the mouth around his chuckle as he was lifted off the ground. His hitting and screams became more frantic as the creature began to move with him in its mouth. "PUT ME DOWN! PUT. ME. DOWN." He repeated in between hits as the creature carried him around like a rag doll. His heart was beating in his ears like a war drum as he felt the creature begin to crawl up something. It was going to end up breaking his neck. What the fuck was this thing doing? The creature, after a bit of what Barric could only assume was climbing, seemed satisfied with how much it had tormented the boy, dropped him on his ass. He let out an oof as he felt backwards, not catching himself. 

Barric laid there for a moment, still frozen in fear as the creature stared at him. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Barric's mind seemed to catch up with the fear his body was feeling as he quickly shot up, scooting backwards away from the creature. His hair was now soaking wet from the creature's slobber, his eyes wide and terrified. Meanwhile, the creature seemed way too happy about this predicament. It's large wooden tail wagging behind it like an oversized dog. 

Why the hell did it do that? Barric glanced around the area. Why the hell were they on the roof now? The farmer kid's mind didn't seem to focus too much on the location of the predicament the creature had created for him but more so the creature itself. Barric's hand found his chest clutching his tank top as he tried to breathe through what felt like a panic attack. What was happening? He was terrified, unsure of how to react to the creature's bout of energy it seemed to have. Barric honestly couldn't respond to how the creature was asking normally. Who the fuck could? A giant dragon just comped down on his fucking head and dragged him to the roof. What kind of response was he meant to have? His finger pointed at the creature accusingly, showing off how hard his hands were shaking. "Don't you ever fucking do that again."

The creature seemed to find this funny, pushing its snout against Barric's chest. Barric's hand quickly pushed the creature away from him, finally standing up. "No, we aren't doing that." He grumbled, touching the wet splotch left behind by the creature's snot. "You aren't going to try to act all cute after that shit." He shouted accusingly at it. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he tried to think of an easy way to get down. Barric let out a disappointed sigh before awkwardly shuffling towards the edge of the roof, trying to find a way to safely get down.
Clinton
*"Muahahahahaha!"* The sinister laugher played on her reptilian brain when she picked up the panicking prey scent on the human creature. The way he moved back panicking was adrenaline inducing how he just flipped out. It's so cute and hilarious how he just realize the predicament he's in had made her lips pull into a toothy smile.

This was way too much fun for her to be letting him leave too soon. It was like a cat playing with her meal before devouring it later. For Raizel it was a new game for her to enjoy this sweet moment to toy with this scorpion-beef scented man-creature to go free.

The tip of her tail wagged quickly behind Raizel while she watched the man-human scramble away, assuming he was trying to find his way down. She gave him a few seconds before she bawled her claw-like hand into a fist. Then her sharp finger sprang upward with a "Ding" Sound as she reached over toward the crouched prey. The claw simply bent into a hook to grab the back of Barric's belt loop(if he's wearing any) to keep him from moving forward.

She lifts him up by his belt to have him twirl a bit in the air, watching to see what else he's going to do. It looked funny from her perspective, so glad that there's no teacher to stop her from what she's doing to this poor creature.
Jasmine
Barric let out a high-pitch yelp as he felt himself get dragged up and back by the creature's claw. He instantly reached over, grabbing a hold on to the creature's face. His legs wrapping around its snout as he attempted to keep himself from falling from its grip if it decided to let go. He turned facing the creature. Even if it probably couldn't see him, he still stared it down. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He snapped, kicking the creature's neck to prove a point. "Huh?" He was done with its shit. It seemed to enjoy annoying him and giving him a scare, but he honestly wasn't enjoying it. Barric looked around, trying to find a way done from the creature now that he could use, then find a way off the roof. 

"You know you could be nice and let me down. Make this whole time a lot easier." He muttered half hearted knowing the creature wouldn't listen to him. It was just a thing of hoping the creature got bored and left him alone at this point. The farmer kid didn't really have an out in this situation otherwise. This wasn't the activities he expected today. Did anyone think they would get bullied by an overgrown dog that looked like a massive fucking dragon? No, probably not, so he definitely wasn't the insane one here, thankfully. "Can you at least let go of my belt?" He deadpanned, staring at the dragon again. "It's really uncomfortable to have your claw thing hanging on to it." Honestly reasoning with the thing probably wouldn't work, but goddamn if he wasn't going to try.

"Why are you like this?" He asked suddenly. "If you're messing around before you kill me, I probably won't be that fun to eat. You know what? I'll make it even less fun." He huffed with that a loud cracking and popping of bones echoed throughout the area. Barric groaned as his skin tore to make room for the new limbs that were appearing out of his body. After a moment, his breathing slowed as the limbs finished growing. "Yeah, now have fun eating." He murmured, leaning against the creature's forehead.
Clinton
She watched Barric sprout extra legs that confirmed her assumption that he is indeed from Newton Cradle. There's no doubt that he is from there for certain after he boldly displayed his appendages. The girl in her draconic form decided to pry him off with her clawed hand.

Her glowing eyes are half closed as she wiggles one of his legs, showing him how she can easily pluck them off like how you remove legs from a spider. 

In this form it is difficult to communicate due to her mouth structure making it challenging to speak properly. Lately she hasn't been practicing since the teachers are more focused on the newer students. 

She opened her maw to playfully nimble on the scorpion leg to taste a bit like beef jerky with a hint of a fishy flavor. It might sound strange but she did eat someone's pet scorpion before from the village when she invaded someone's home. It was all for survival purposes since she wasn't exactly brought up by normal people.

Her blunt tooth put some pressure onto the leg until it felt like it was enough. Raizel knows exactly what she is doing when it comes to not damaging living organisms. These scorpion legs are like solid sticks that her maw could easily crush through. 

She decided the fun is about over when she slowly sets him down onto the floor of the foot top. Her maw seemed to pull into a goofy smile while the tip of her tail wiggled. If she lashed her tail it would have caused serious damage or injuries. 

Raizel decided that this funny little man-human is going to probably be her playmate for now. Even if the government marked her age 17, it was a guess for them to assume since she was a Jane Doe when they found her on the mountainside. 

All this pent up energy being in this form made her have a similar vibe to that of an otter. She crawled along the structure like a ferret without damaging the building much. As she slowly peered her head beside the ledge of the roof, she gave Barric a side-eye with a cheeky grin with her fork tongue lulled from the side of her maw.
Jasmine
He dug his nails into the wood like skin of the creature, trying to cling to the creature for as long as possible. Barric was dragged away from the snout with the creature's clawed hand. "Hey hey no!" He yelped, kicking at it, still trying to grab ahold of its snout. Barric felt one of the creature's clawed fingers grab onto one of his limbs, toying with it. "No, don't do that!" One of his limbs threw itself at its clawed hand, trying to get the creature to let go of the one it had grabbed on to. He wiggled harder, noticing her dull teeth creeping closer to the limb. "Hey stop it!" He demanded, trying to move away from the dull teeth. The creature seemed to be prepared for that, still grabbing hold of the limb with her teeth. The farmer winced, fully expecting the creature to snap the limb in half between its dull teeth. 

His heart beat loudly in his ears, waiting for the limb to be torn clear off by the creature. The pressure on the limb felt like hell to the boy. It was going to kill him, wasn't it? The creature gently pulled away from his leg suddenly. Barric felt himself unwillingly get moved as it sat him down on the ground. The creature barred its teeth suddenly, causing Barric to quickly jump back, trying to avoid the creature's possible lunge. It seemed to stay still, though. It's tail beating on the roof like an oversized dog. "You're fucking enjoying this, aren't you?" He snapped cruelly at the creature. He wasn't the type to snap at animals like that, but this thing was starting to annoy him.

The snake-like dragon dove out of sight for a moment before poking its head from under the roof. Its tongue lulled out, dripping with slobber. "You're weird." He murmured, flopping backwards on to his back. If it was going to kill him, he'd accept death. RIP Barric, age 18, got killed by this weird dog dragon snake thing that thought he was fun to torment. His death was inevitable. Barric closed his eyes, debating on what to do. The thing seemed to want to keep him on the rooftop of this building. So it wasn't like he could climb down. It'd probably just drag him back up here and he wasn't in the mood to get more of the creature's slobber in his hair.

He pushed himself up, staring at the creature with its head still poked over the side of the roof. It wasn't like he could do much else, so fuck it. He repositioned himself, digging into his front pocket to pull out a lighter and a pack of Marlboros. He had bought the two items the night he turned 18. The Marlboros being the only recognizable brand among Sweden's anti smoking advertisement. Barric's fingers pulled one out, placing it into his mouth and lighting it. As he took a drag from it, he pointed to the creature. "You don't get to judge me after all the shit you just pulled."
Clinton
Raizel grabbed the ledge of the roof as her long neck stretched over. The smell from the cigarette brand didn't smell as right as the one from home. The true tobacco that the natives from her land create far better stuff than this. 

Her nose scrunched up to the nicotine scent that made her nose start to tingle and sting from the chemical smell. This chemical that they used with the tobacco wasn't right. It caused her to let out a freezing cold sneeze that made some of the roof shingles blow away.

She rubbed her nose with the back of her clawed hand, feeling a tear welling up from the corner of her glowing eye.

These are sad times for even tobacco to be wrongfully placed with nicotine additives that are crap. She knows well that it's not even the good stuff. It's all industrial reproduced products designed to have consumers keep on buying it to feed their addictions because of that chemical.

Raizel scrunched her nose so much that it wrinkled her entire draconic face, causing all fangs to bare in disgust. This tanned man-human doesn't know what he's doing. She quickly slithered off in such motion that it created a gust of wind.

Raizel hurried into the woods to go dig inside the den where she kept her stash. From inside her indigenous bentwood box, she pulled out a tobacco pipe she carved and a pouch of fine tobacco that she grounded up a week ago. 

This may be Sweden but this girl knows what she needs to get by. 

Then she returns knowing the beef scented scorpion creature would still be stuck up on the rooftop. She set the pouch and tobacco bag near him, giving him a demanding stare. A type of serous stare that this dumb-dumb needs to smoke something more pure,better and stronger than that cancer stick.
Jasmine
Barric felt a rush of cold hit him as the creature sneezed. The tiles of the roof around him flying off because of the force of it. "What's you don't like cigarettes? Is that your deterrent out of all things?" He snorted to himself. A little bit of smoke and the creature was thrown off. It was a stupid weakness, but good to know. He watched as the creature rubbed its eyes as if the smoke were stinging them. Barric felt a twinge of guilt in his heart at the thought of possibly hurting the creature, even if the creature had done nothing but harass him for the past half an hour or so. The creature lurched forward, barring its teeth at him, suddenly causing him to fall back again. A thump echoed through the house below as he landed back in the position he was before. Before he could react further, the creature was gone. Having slithered down off the roof to go god knows where. "Well, fuck you too." He yelled after it as he ran away.

"I'll get off this roof by myself." Barric murmured sarcastically, kicking one of the loose singles off the roof down into the backyard below. The cow down below watched as it fell down from the roof and plopped on to the ground before looking up at Barric with a seemingly disappointed look. He pointed at the creature. "You stop it. You didn't even try to help." If cows could, he swore that little shit would be rolling its eyes at him. He was about to start making that way down before he heard the thundering of the creature returning. As it slithered up, Barric shot a glare at it. "What the fuck do you want now?" He took another drag of the cigarette that was still between his fingers. The pouch it apparently went to retrieve was plopped down in front of him.

He glanced between the creature and the pouch for a moment. "Is that for me or something?" He asked, confusion etched in his voice. Barric assumed it was meant for him, but the creature was probably the most confusing thing he had meant at this damned place and he didn't want to intrude on its territory or whatever. He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking another drag from my cigarette before folding his leg up to put it out on the bottom of his boot. "You can't get pissed at me cause I'm opening it." Barric grumbled, putting the half finished stick back in the box he had pulled it out of. He leaned down and yanked the pouch towards him, spotting the tobacco filled bag behind it. What had it brought him? His scarred hands yanked open the bag to find a pipe of some sorts. His brain seemed to take a moment to connect the dots lagging behind as he tried to figure out why the creature had brought him the items.

After a moment, he held the pipe up to the creature. "Do you want me to smoke out of this or something? Or did you just smell the tobacco from the cigarette and think this would be a good apology gift for tormenting me for the past half an hour?" Barric grilled the creature, annoyance dripping from his voice like venom. The creature deserved it, he convinced himself. The constant harassment he had to deal with from it when he just wanted to feed the damn cow was enough that the creature deserved a little bit of anger after this all.
Clinton
She rubbed her snout as she curled her fork tongue as if trying to prepare to speak. Opening and closing her large maw, Raizel cleared her throat before attempting to communicate.

*"Good... St-stuffz... R-r-r-r-real tobacco... S-s-smoke it.."* She sounded like she was shivering from her sentences stuttering. Then she moved her lower jaw as if speaking felt too weird and foreign for her. 

English was her second language after all. She had to learn how to speak in another tongue when she first got kidnapped by the authorities.

*"Do... You... Know... How... Smoke... P-p-pipe?"* She asked, her voice shivered. Then she cracks her lower jaw to adjust it, moving it around with her claw like hand.

She was waiting to see what the strange man-human is going to do now. Waiting in anticipation was making her butt wiggle with her tail, swaying behind her as she placed held her cheeks with her monstrous clawed hands.

The pent up energy that was meant for her to survive in the wilderness had made her hold back the zoomies. She kept the derpy smile on her totem face, still waiting on the other to see what they're going to do next. 

Oh, by the way, her voice sounds almost androgynous except for a hint of feminism in her tone that is mixed with snarls. It's almost hard to hear what she is saying because of her strange, shivering voice.

The only creature that hadn't been harassed was the innocent cow munching on hay below. Of course, Raizel takes no fun from messing with an animal who is minding their business. As for a human to cause mischief against them is another whole story.

She continued to wait on the strange man, patiently waiting...
Jasmine
His hands, that were holding the two items close to the creature's face, dropped as the words fell out of its mouth. It spoke as it if it was freezing to death. Why the fuck was it speaking? "Huh?" Barric asked, a blank look in his eyes as he tried to process the creature actually being able to speak. And it was encouraging him to smoke? Had he been drugged? Was he hallucinating? He needs to sit down. Barric promptly plopped down on his ass, staring at the dragon with a blank look in his eyes and his mouth slightly agape. 

As the creature spoke again, he held up his finger to its snout. "You shut up. I am on something you should not be talking." He dropped his hand, holding on to the pipe with both hands. What was he supposed to do if he was drugged? Should he tell Pernilla? Barric was going to vomit. No, actually, false alarm he wasn't. Barric sat there with his mouth still agape, trying to piece together everything happening around him. "Did the cashier drug my cigarettes?" He whispered to himself, still loud enough for the creature to still hear him. He looked back at it. "Cause you should not be talking. You should not even exist, right?"

He had to have been drugged. There was no way this shit show was real. Barric's fingers moved along the pipe, feeling it. "This feels real, though." He murmured, falling backwards and holding the thing to his chest. "But if this was real, why the hell would a dragon dog snake thing be offering me a pipe to smoke out of?" He threw his hands up the air, still holding on to the pipe in the air. He pushed himself up off the ground and stared at the dragon. "Is this god's fucked up way of telling me I should've gone to church more with my grandma?" Barric asked, not even a meniscal amount of sarcasm or joking in his voice.
Clinton
Raizel watched the man-human's comical reaction while she watched with absolute amusement while he ranted. The way he had his mouth agape was priceless like he is wondering if he's imagining things. The question of him now asking if he should have gone to church with his grandma is what made her give a growling chuckle.

She didn't mean to sound like the demonic Bowser from the Mario game series from Nintendo. It was just all too amusing for Raizel to be letting this one go free soon.

Her temporary silence of no words are sent but a smile showing her wooden, dull teeth that says otherwise. 

The fun kept her feeling alive being at the boring Newton's Cradle where it felt that the place was dry for her taste. The most she could do is try live out in the woods the best she can except it's always smells of people; students exploring.

It was difficult to get some sort of privacy without some dumb-dumb coming into her path. So far this weird man-human was fun to toy with instead of outright trying to kill her.

Raizel waited for a few more seconds.

"S-S-Smoke I-I-I-It..." She pressured the foreign human, wanting him to get a taste of the true nature of tobacco without that chemical crap inside of it. It's the best stuff that you could get that would leave someone feeling good.