Dragon Lust

[AngelofDeath]

ooc: need a woman for this, was thinking lost in the wild and magic filled forest and such. whateverr you come up with is fine by me.

ic:Garon glided down to the large rock that overlooked the valley below. The sun glinted off his blue and sillver scales. He was huge for a dragonbut he possesed the magic ability to change his form to any that he wished.

Most dragons had fled fromt he human world, but he stayed behind to watch them grow and evolved. At only 600 he was very young compared to most of his kind. Folding his wings down he laid his head down and looked around.

It had been many years since a female had crossed his path looking for a father for her brood or just a lover to enjoy. His own urges began to rise more with each passing day.

Maybe he would take a human lover. Though it would be hard to find a female hhuman who didn't flee from the very sight of him. Most of the humans in the valley feared the few dragons that dwelled above and around it.

 

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Garon looked back at his collection of armor. Fools had dared challenge him, and, even in his youth, he was to be reckoned with. Selecting a large, intact, set of armor, Garon tried to remember the look of the handsome warrior who died quite nicely -- or at least imagined how he looked without the contortion of pain, fear, and being eaten alive.

He looked in the polished mirror of a shield. Black hair... nice and tall... broad chest. He did notice his blue and silver eyes. Very nice, but it's annoying that you couldn't change **that** part of your body -- did humans have silvery eyes? Elves did. Tasty.

Satisfied with himself, Garon picked up a long sword. He began walking the long mountain path into town. Humming a bit, he wondered what wenches tasted like these days.



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Oron

Oron was cursed, or blessed, depending on how one saw it. She was blind, her pale milky orbs never had known the joys of sight. She had the gift though, and she could tell more about a person by touching their hand than most people could tell about themselves. At twenty she was considered an old maid, despite her long black thick hair and curvy figure, her eyes kept men away from her.

Oron's mother had passed away when she was a child, one of those dreaded diseases of winter. Her father, was overprotective, and being a blacksmith was strong enough to back it up. She had taken up the healing arts and all sorts of people sought her out because of her vision.

Oron was out exploring, seeking out a rare herb, when she sensed a presence. She was not so foolish as to call out and ask who was there, she merely went about her business knowing that it would show itself when it wanted to.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"Oron?!" A female voice called out as she pushed through the bushes. "Where are you?" A tall girl came through, her dressed was red but it was covered with soot froma fire. Her hair was nearly as read as her dress and her eyes the color of the sea.

"It's Kora." Finally seeing her firned she asked, "Why didn't you wait for me? I would have come with you." Kora was one of the few people of the village that didn't treat Oron as if she were any different from the rest. She was only a year younger than her friend.

ooc: scribe is gonna play the dragon and i figure why not give hom two lovelies to play with.

 

[scribe_m]

Garon picked his now-human teeth with the shard of a bone. It had been the finger bone of his long-lost love, from over a century away. Immortality had made Garon cold. Why be attached to something that will die in a short amount of time. He sighed as his mind wandered.

"You there," his ears pricked. "Why are you on this road?" Garon turned.

Looking at the patrolman on horseback, Garon said, "And why should I not be on this road, dear sir? I'm am Gelof, a warrior-mage, who seeks the rare earth of the mountains above. I return from my meditations and spiritual healing."

The patrolman scowled. "Beware of this area. We have heard of brigands afoot in this area. They have killed one of the town healers, yet they still insist on picking around this area. You don't look like a brigand. You can't even hold your sword right and aren't even dressed properly."

Garon felt like destroying the man right then and there. The horse, at least, would make a fine meal. But he let his wisdom take the better of him, and watched the man ride off. Garon continued walking down the road. Finding a brook near a field of grass and greenery, his ears picked up the conversation of two ladies. "Oron?! It's Kora..." Then words he was disinterested in.

A quandry. If patrolman could see through his disguise, why not two women? Indeed, Garon had not needed to wield a sword or wear the clothing of humans for centuries. The rags itched, anyway. The women were approaching, and he had nothing to fear from them, much less brigands. Stripping off his armor and clothes, he entered the cool water, bathing his human skin. It was a feeling he was unaccustomed to, but it felt pleasurable.

He awaited the women, to slake his lust, or fill his belly.


OOC: Either Garon can save the poor women from some brigands (then have his way with them) or the two can take him now (and have their way with him.)


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Oron

She turned her head towards the fumbling of Kozra. She smiled and pulled the flimsy gray scarf away from her face so she could speak more clearly, "You are making enough noise to bring down a search party." A loose gray robe billowed about Oron svelte form and she shook her head in amusement.

Her head tilted and she looked right through where Kozra was standing. "I smell something strange." She frowned briefly, "We are not safe here. We should head back."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kora nodded and held her hand out for her friend. "We're close by to thwere the healer from the other village was attacked. Mayeb we should go." She heard the splashing over water and wondered who was also around. "We're not alone."

 

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"Kalar! They found us!"

"Of course they did. Your smell would wake the dead!"

Or at least a dragon. Despite the currents of the water, Garon had detected them long ago, and was wondering what they would be up to. Hmm.. five or so humans. All smelly. Don't they know anything about staying downwind?

Garon peeked from behind the bushes. Yes, five men. Two with swords, three with crude spears. "Well,", said Vik, "What do we have here? Two attractive young ladies. I doubt if they have a purse. But they have something much better than money, don't they?" The men laughed, as the women began to feel fear.

Garon put on some crude leather pants, and picked up the sword. He wasn't sure how to use either one of them, but details were unimportant.

OOC: I, AoD is fine with some n/c, but if you're not, let me know.


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Oron could smell the rankness of men who rarely bathe and take what they want. She quickly knew it would take more than luck to disable them all and make it out unscathed. She had some things that would work as distractions, but doubted they would be fooled by such trivial things.

She had knowledge of weapons, her father having crafted a few things that didn't require excellent aim to use, but she feared hurting Kora and if it would be effective against multiple targets. She would not go without a fight, and doubted the same was true of Kora.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kora tightend her hadn around Oron's, "Don't worry I won't leave you." Her heart was racing and she could hear the blood in her ears. Leaving over she whispered, "The path to the road is clear, on my count run."

She kenw her friend could fight but there were too many of them and her blindness would come into play. If she could distract them from Oron then at least she would be a good friend.

 

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Garon, mildly interested, emerged from the bushes.

"Five men against two women? That is hardly fair. Now, myself against the five of you. That is slightly more even. But I advise you to leave, or," turning his head towards the women, "not look."

Vik sneered. "A half naked man like you? You're defenseless! You cannot even hold a sword!" Garon's smile cracked. "Run away, you tanless man, before I kill you."

"Kill me, sirrah? No, that will not happen. Perhaps a duel would be in order? That is what you swordsmen do, correct?"

"Duel? I'll give you a duel! Kill him!" With that, the bandits charge. Garon could feel the spears piercing his human flesh, but human flesh was on dragon bones. He savored the feeling of pain, raising him out of his jadedness. The spears cracked as they pierced him, and their wielders reacted. But melee is brief and fierce, as Kalar swung his sword, and cut Garon's shoulder. Garon didn't notice, he was having too much fun swinging this sword around, sometimes hitting, sometimes not.

"You swing wildly," said Vik. "You sure you know how to fight? Well, it does not matter now," he continued, pommelling Garon on he head with his fist. "Ow! Damn, you!" cried Vik, holding his crushed hand. "What is your head made of? Solid stone?"

"And my teeth are even harder," chuckled Garon, eyes turning red. He gripped Vik's hand and bit into it, snapping bone, breaking it at the wrist. Vik screamed. The spearsmen dropped their wooden weapons and ran.

"Come back you fools! He is defenseless," Kalar shouted, only to see Garon take his hand and clench Vik's face. His fingers dug deeply into eye sockets as Vik continued screaming. Kalar ran.

Chest bleeding, heads of spears impaled in his body, Garon's lusts soon subsided, and pain set in. He was happy now, and much like a content dragon, he slumped, and began to sleep....


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She knew more was going on than met the eye, despite not being able to see. The smell of blood was also making her very quesy and once the sounds of battle faded from her ears she leaned heavily against Kora for a moment before turning away and retching.

Oron wiped her mouth, took a sip of water from her canteen, and with a strangely trembling voice whispered, "Is it over?" she didn't wait for an answer as she moved towards where she knew their defender had fallen. Her fingers skimmed over wounds her fingers becoming sticky from the blood until she found his pulse. "He still has breath in his body, we should try and move him somewhere safe." She suddenly began laughing, the idea of having to save the man who had just saved them, the irony of it all was setting in and she couldn't stop laughing until Kora's warm hand rested against her shoulder.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"We can get him to my home before late if we are quick." She tied the baskest to her hip and then laced her arms under one shoulder and waited for Oron to get into to position.

Kora lived by herslef ever since her mother had died, as such there was no one to yell at them for bringing in the stranger. With some effort to got him into her old room and onto the bed.

Kora prepared a bowl of water and grabbed some fresh clean cloths as well as healing herbs. Looking at the man something inside her told her that he was not like them.

 

[scribe_m]

Garon lain in the grass, fading. He then felt hands lightly travelling across his body, touching his wounds. Perhaps he lost more blood than he thought? He remembered the wind and the maiden carresing him, but then...

Garon laid back on the bed, resting. His breath were shallow. The remains of the spears bit into his flesh, painful. His eyes began to focus. A house? Two maidens talking? He remembered one of their hands exploring his body, feeling his wounds. He longed to feel more.


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[AngelofDeath]

Kora saw his eyes open and said, "Be still and don't speak. Oron and i owe you are lives." She kneeled down and began to clean his wounds, slowly and gently working the pieces of spear from the wounds and oron worked on the paste for them to prevent infection.

In a low voice she asked, "You are not human, are you?"

 

[scribe_m]

"You maidens are truly wise to see through me." He lifted his hand to the Kora's cheek, as he looked into her eyes. "I would tell you, but only if you are willing to brave the consequences of such knowledge. My kind has enemies, older and more cunning than you can imagine. If they hear of me, your reward will be the death of yourself, your town, and land miles around." With that, Garon's hand fell and he closed his eyes. As Kora continued taking cleaning his wounds, he could feel the pain, and winced as he rested. Despite this, the touch of a woman was centuries past.

OOC: Whoops. Hitting writer's block. PM me a plot or suggestions. Sorry!



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[AngelofDeath]

Kora took the healing paste from Oron and placed them ove rhis wounds. She ignored his arousal though it did make her blush. Standing she wiped her hands on her dress and turned to her friend.

Takign her hand she led her over into the corner and whispered, "He's not human. i know you sensed it. I don't think he means to harm us, but could you ask your father if its ok if you stay with me the night?"

 

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(apologies, my real life occasionally makes my posting habits more sporadic than I'd like)

Oron managed to make it to Kora's home with the stranger in tow, without disturbing his rest too much. She sensed something very strange and old about him, but somehow it did not seem maliscious. She set to mixing a healing paste, glad for Koron's sight as she would have undoubtedly tkaen far longer and been more painful if she'd had to tend to his wounds otherwise.

The smell inside the cabin had changed, and Oron handed off the paste. She set to start a fire, doing the task with precision of someone who sees beyond the physical.

She listened to Kora's question and smiled automatically. "Father is such a worrier," she paused as she unwrapped the scarf covering her head and face, it had served to keep the stench out. "Do you feel comfortable being alone with him? It will only take me a moment to leave a message for Papa."

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kora looked form the man then back at her friend, "Yes I can manage it." In a lower voice she said, "my dagger is never far from my reach." She moved to tendto the fire and then set began to think about what there was to eat. She had planned to go to the market when she had finished helping Oron

 

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Oron doubted a dagger would be of much assistance, but did not voice her concerns to Kora. Instead she slipped out and with a stealth and grace that no one understood made her way to her home. The smell would have easily lead her there even if she hadn't followed the same path many times before. She heard her father working and rather than disturb him wrote him a note.

Most thought it strange that she had picked up writing so easily when she could obviously not see the letters she was forming, but it was something her father thought important and so she had learned to write. It had come in handy when she required a strange herb and needed to write a letter.

She slipped out as quietly as she entered, taking some bandages as well as a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine she used to cleanse wounds.

 

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Garon lain back on the bed, barely aware of the woman applying paste to his wounds. His mind was back, a hundred years ago, in a dwelling far away. "Oron... Kora... " he sighed. "Do not..." His voice trailed, as a tear flowed from his eye.


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[AngelofDeath]

Kora moved into the kitchen and fixed a small bowl of broth from earlier that was still warm. Moving over to the bed She placed on hand behind the man's head and lifted it. "Here, this will help." Then Kora placed the bowl to his lips.

 

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Oron was glad things were quiet when she returned. She laid the items down and glanced over to where she sensed Kora and he were. It felt odd to not have a name for him. She rested her fingers along his forehead, "He's rather hot, have you removed his clothing?" her fingers lightly traced along his face, building a guide in her mind of what he looked like.

She sensed there was more to his appearance than what lay on the surface, as if pealing off one layer would reveal an entirely different surface beneath.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kora set the bowl to the side."I was waiting for you. YOu are right its like he has a fever and yet it is different." Watching Oron's hand move she said, "He better looking than most around here, but there is something about him. Not dangerous, but different."

Pulling the sheets back she started to remove the boots he wore.

 

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Oron sensed a restlessness about him as her fingers meandered down to work at what was left of his shirt, her delicate fingers skimming his skin, noticing how he radiated heat and power. It was a strange feeling, and she let her fingers meander more than usual. She knew Kora enjoyed the company of men and never really gave it much thought until now exactly what that fully entailed. When Kora commented on his looks she sensed a different sort of hunger simmering below the surface.

"You know I am no judge of outward appearances." She paused unable to put her finger on exactly what made him so very different. "I feel what is real, beyond the physical." She could see Kora clearly, just not in the way most people did.