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Post by Desperanza on Jun 29, 2011 17:43:33 GMT -4
The day was starting out with a swirling grass mass lingering within the sky. The day was appearing rather dreary and yet that was typical here within Ohanzee however what was not typical was the fact that a dragon lingered here yet if anyone took a glance around town they would see nothing more than the usual. There would be the disheveled and tattered buildings, the sad tavern that was in the process of being rebuilt. The hurricane’s damage was still evident and yet things were back to normal. There seemed to never be much care for whatever this town happened to look like but the dragon was not here to help rebuild the town, he was simply here to look around. It had been years since Orlonox had bothered to wander into town and it would be more time further then that before he bothered to return. This town was depressing and his true home was within the Pungoi swamp. He was no doubt a sight to see within the town. His vibrant acid green eyes held that sharp glint and vertical slit of a reptile for he truly was. His ebony hair fell in a shimmering cascade down his back, easily reaching just past his hips. He carried no weapons for he needed none. In a heartbeat he could become a dragon once again. He would be the enormous creature that struck fear into the hearts of many. He was the only dragon on earth with his intricate double weapons that flamed from the very heart of his system. Between the emerald flames that he could summon to the flesh eating acid that he could breathe as well, his natural weapons were easily the most dangerous thing within the town of Ohanzee. No blade could be drawn any faster than he could light a man on fire or soak him within acid that would melt the flesh clear from the bones of any creature. He grinned at the thought and gave a sigh, his eyes sliding closed for a brief moment before he glanced around himself once again. Today he was dressed in a simple pair of black cloth pants as well as a simple black robe that cloaked his back and shoulders and hung open, revealing his bare torso beneath. His muscle lined body was shielded with pale skin, a contrast to the ebony scales that covered his body otherwise within his dragon form.
Now as he wandered the streets of Ohanzee, he was not impressed. In some words of sense he pondered what it was that attracted humans to this place. He was aware of the ruthless King Magrej that ruled these lands and yet he had hardly spoken to the man, nor spoken of him. Past his cave and the swamp itself the dragon really didn’t get out much and most of what wandered into his swamp became a meal. As he passed the tavern, he could hear the jovial calls of drunk men inside. One scraggly horse stood outside, untied and unworried about for the beast seemed to have no intentions of going anywhere anyways. The poor creature would probably wind up as a meal for some human later anyways. With a shake of his head, the dragon sighed, rolling his eyes. His gaze traveled once again and he could spot the eyes of a few seedy women upon him but he rather purposefully avoided his gaze. The dragon had yet to even bother giving any form of love to anyone. There had been only one traveler and his future wife that had taken any form of kindness from Orlonox and that would be because it was given freely and that was only to Jazz. Otherwise he had never bothered messing with women. Most that presented themselves were far too stupid, needy, or easy to get. Didn’t women have any respect for themselves? Dragon females were also an option for him as well however hard to find since he hardly traveled from his swamp and the dragons were typically hard to find. Sighing however, he turned a corner and came to face the main stretch of town once again. Bored and growing rather uninterested with Ohanzee once more, he paused and leaned against the disheveled stone side of a building as his piercing eyes scanned the human life that now lingered within Ohanzee currently.
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 29, 2011 18:15:45 GMT -4
Artemisia
Beyond the blade of reality. Artemisia sat lazily at the end of main street Ohanzee, she was perched on the window of a one story building. She examined the window frame next to her, it was cracked and dusty and a ugly black beetle weaved in and out of the cracks. The heat was getting to Artemisia and she was more annoyed than usual, she rolled her eyes at the beetle, and with a swift movement she raised her boot, and squashed the bug. Bye bye buggie. She pulled out a knife a man down the street had lent her, he paid her a piece of gold just to sharpen it. How could he trust her? He just sent her off, she could easily steal it. Then she realized she had given him her name, and he had not paid her, the dagger didn’t look as if it were worth any gold, it wouldn’t be worth it. Artemisia’s hair kept falling from her bun, covering her eyes, this was really annoying her. She blew her hair out of her face. A strange figure was walking her way. She looked at him, quickly examining him. No weapons, he was just asking to be robbed. No, wait, he looked pretty strong, but Artemisia knew she would take a few and give a few too. She raised an eyebrow.
Artemisia threw the dagger in the dirt, it struck and landed veridical. She walked past the stranger, and picked up a stone, she gave a cool glare, examining his eyes. She wasn’t impressed with his statue, but his eyes. She cocked her head, curiously. She grabbed the dagger, sat and began to sharpen it, with her back propped up against the wall of a building that felt as if it was about to cave in. back and forth, back and forth, turn. Back and forth, back and forth, turn. She recited in her head as she sharpened the dagger. Sweat rolled down her face, her hair clinged to her sweaty face. She looked up again. The stranger was still there. What did he want. A strange thing then happened to Artemisia she realized that she was overcome with natural curiosity. Who is he? What does he want? Is he a Murel. Who is he?
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 29, 2011 19:21:48 GMT -4
Orlonox cast a glance up and down the road for a few moments, gazing upon the few scraggly people that wandered here and there. Shady characters, wenches, homeless people and orphans. Oh yes, Ohanzee sure as hell had class, a strange sense of it indeed. In his eyes it would be a wicked feeding ground. He grinned at the thought and a glint lit his acid green eyes. He sighed, shifting against the wall before he straightened and made his way forward, crossing to the tavern. As he made his way towards the entrance of the tavern, the door swung open and a drunken man stepped out, nearly banging right into the dragon. Orlonox stopped short, his piercing eyes casting a glance to the man that had drunk just a bit too much. His breath smelled strongly of liquor and his eyes were glassy. He had dirty blonde hair and his cotton buttoned shirt was tugged open just a bit with the stale stench of lavender upon the wind. The dragon rolled his eyes and cast a sharp glance to the man as he moved to go past but within a moment there was a rough hand at his bare chest giving him a shove. A slight growl lifted among the dragon’s throat and within an instant his hand whipped out, curling around the throat of the man as a wild blaze lit within his eyes and he gave a quiet hiss of warning. The man’s eyes grew wide and he held his breath, confused at the sight of the dragon’s eyes. He gulped and winced, reaching his large hand around to try and hit Orlonox across the face and within a moment, his features turned sheet white and his hand dropped down to his side as Orlonox clenched his fingers around the man’s neck, lengthy and wicked claws seeming to grow right out of the tips of his fingers and dig within the neck of the man. Blood oozed from the entrance wounds and after a moment, the dragon gave a sharp pull and the head was ripped from the man and sent rolling across the ground. The dragon gave a hiss and shoved the body aside before he strode ahead into the tavern.
The dragon remained within the tavern for all of a few minutes before he reappeared once again, now with a pair of guards knelt down at the body of the man as Orlonox cast a glance towards them, the blood licked clean from his fingers by now. The dragon simply cast a glance and continued on his way as if he knew nothing of what had happened and this time, he made his way along the street, glancing to either side. He could have made a meal out of the man had he been in his dragon form but these humans well, they had rather small mouths and eating the man would take forever as a human. Sighing, the dragon rolled his eyes and cast a glance around the street with Artemisia briefly as he caught a brief glance of her before glancing on once more. The dragon was nearly ready to return back to his home in the swamp but he paused, once again attempting to find something of interest. Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes as he glanced back towards the entrance to town. It was a short time in Ohanzee and he was ready to return to the swamp once again. He took in a breath and sighed vaguely as he turned and made his way along the street once again. His black cloak billowed out behind himself as he strode forward, the leather boots that adorned his feet clicked faintly against the broken cobbles of the street as he headed back along the floor of the town once more as he headed back towards the end of town once again.
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 29, 2011 19:58:00 GMT -4
Artemisia was done, the knife was sharp, and shining. She smiled at her fine work, she looked up and caught the stranger looking at her. She narrowed her eyes at him, she could feel a slight curiosity picking up again, but she only washed it away with her natural desire to dislike him, strongly. She stood up and walked boldly to him, then turned and walked towards the tavern. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the gold, Artemisia thought about all the things she could buy, she could get a new dress, the one with the blue sash, she could by a fine Frisian. She looked at the tavern, with all of Artemisia luck, she saw the man that the knife belonged to sprawled on the floor, blood gushing from his neck, and village people standing around astonished. Something told her that this had to do with that stranger, she knew that he meant trouble. She ran up to the nearest villager, she recognized. The girls name was Evelyn, she was standing near the body examining the puncture wounds. What in the world is going on here She asked, Evelyn shook her head looking at her. That man did this. She knew it.
Artemisia ran after the man. Hey! Hey! You owe me a piece of gold! He was far way, he seemed to getting further and further away the harder she ran. The smell of sweet bread from the old bakery filled the air, she vowed to get some when she got her gold out of this jerk. She was almost to him now. She finally caught up with him, and stood in front of him. Listen, you can’t just kill people! He owed me gold, and now you do. So pay up, now. She reached for her sword in case there was going to be any trouble, she gave him a cold glare and a warning look.
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 29, 2011 20:30:42 GMT -4
Orlonox heard the scuffle from the front of the tavern but he didn’t look back. His long strides carried him down the length of the cobbled walkway as he approached the edge of town to make his way back to his swamp. His eyes simply stared ahead, his mood preoccupied with the thought of making it back to his home once again that he hardly bothered to give a glance to anything else around himself. With his treasure horde hidden at the bottom of the poisonous swamp and his cave with the shadowy interior, he grinned. Soon he would be home and then he would shift and rest within the comfort of his land once again. No more of this human stuff for once again it has proved a useless cause. Sighing, his head became inclined slightly. The footfalls of the woman reached his ears and he frowned, rolling his eyes. He paused briefly as she drew before him and he stopped, arching a brow at the rushed words of the human woman as she spoke to him and demanded gold from him. She obviously had no clue who she was talking to. Rolling his eyes, a rumble of laughter rolled from the very core of his stomach and fell from his mouth. A deep and humored laughter lifted into the air and he grinned as his laughter finally subsided and he nodded curtly to the woman. His acidic green eyes gazed over her briefly, thoughtfully before he sighed, rolling his eyes. She was different and somewhat attractive, for a human bit it mattered not. He wasn’t searching for love and he certainly wasn’t about to deal with the bad mouth of this woman either. He folded his arms across his chest and arched a brow as he glanced over her briefly before meeting her gaze once again, “Hmmph. I don’t owe you a coin in the world. If I did, I am sure that I would know about it. The fact that your boyfriend there can’t pay you in death is no problem of mine. Perhaps he should have kept his paws to himself.” He muttered with a roll of his eyes.
He cast a glance back along the street towards the tavern; the kill had attracted more people than he had anticipated. He huffed and glanced back to Artemisia as she slid her fingers around her sword. A low growl lifted along his throat and a small peal of smoke lifted from his nostrils. He lifted a hand to fan the smoke away before he sighed and dropped his hand, finding that smoke coming out of your nostrils as a human was probably not so appealing but if it helped her realize that there was no way in hell that she could push him over just as it was apparent that no human would, he huffed and cast a steel glance at her, “What ever problem you have madam you should probably take it up with some of the town folk.” He stated with a curt nod to the woman in reply as he motioned to the gathering of people at the tavern before he let his hand fall back at his side once more. He cast a glance to her sword and nearly laughed again, shaking his head, “What is with the sword? Have I put my paws on you miss? Clearly I believe that I have not. So what is this ridiculous need that you two leggeds have for daring to attempt to slight me all the time?” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes as he came to fold his arms across his alabaster chest once more.
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 30, 2011 9:21:09 GMT -4
Artemisia
Tripping on Reality.
Despite how curious she was to find out who this stranger was, she couldn’t help herself, she hated him. “Look, I watched my own brother die before my eyes, I promised myself never to be put down because I am a woman. Give me my gold, or I am not going to make life easy for you.” She stared him straight in the face. She tried to feel Zen, as if the situation was under control, and that she was perfectly calm, but looking into his deep green eyes made her heart pound. They look as if they were made of some kind of pure green velvet, like moss. She pulled her eyes away from his. She didn’t want to deal with his sassy, I’m to good for you attitude, she would put him in his place without a second thought. Gritting her teeth she watched as he lost his cool for a second. Then she realized, it almost made her laugh. Of course, how else would he be able to make those puncture wounds in that mans neck? How could he blow smoke out of his nostrils? She shook her head and smiled. She had never met one before, she had heard of them, but never had she encountered one.
She gazed deep into her eyes, now she had him. She knew exactly what he was. She licked her lips, and lined her eyes up with his. “Listen here dragon” She smiled, See dragon I can play games too. “I will hunt you down, until you give me my gold. It doesn’t matter if that man was still alive, I don’t like you.“ Now she was really starting to dislike him. She wiped the hair from her face with her available hand, Her eyes were firey red, like the color of red hot coals. She realized that her grip around her sword was so tight that her knuckles were turning white and aching. She released the sword a little, her palms were sweating like crazy. [/font] |
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 30, 2011 12:25:17 GMT -4
Orlonox grinned, rolling his eyes. Taking a breath, the man nodded curtly to Artemisia as he folded his arms at his chest and cast a glance to her sword before raising his gaze once again. He rolled his eyes at her story and laughed coolly for a brief moment as he turned and glanced along town, rather not worried for the blade in her hand now as he stepped forward to circle her for a moment, “Hmm.” He purred thoughtfully, his eyes scanning over her frame as he wandered around her, “A human of many with pain and sorrow built within your heart, bitter to the world and so encased in your own icy self that you have built a wall to keep others out. You think you have the reign over anyone you meet; you think that you can push them all over. You think that you can face off a dragon and win? he inquired, feeling the amusement light his features once again. As he came before her once again, holding her gaze rather intentionally for he was aware of even his own powers and yet this was no power. His eyes were something unseen among humans for there was no other like himself. Sure there were men and woman with black hair and pale skin. There were men wandering around with muscle upon muscle and haughty attitudes to match but the eyes, those were all his own. The one dragon on earth that could breath both fire and acid. Grinning, he stood before her, quite purposefully raking his gaze appraisingly across her frame, his hands lifting to brush his fingers in a brief and light brush along the woman’s cheek. Her flesh was hot with her temper but the dragon’s temperature typically ran higher for the heat that roiled from his core ran deep.
Lowering his hand again, he arched a brow at the woman as he nodded curtly and laughed quietly to her at her threat. He clapped his hands together slowly with a grin and growled softly, “Fabulous, I love games.” He hissed softly to her now with an arched brow. “You want to play with a dragon? Then let’s play.” He hissed, his brows furrowing and his green eyes taking on a sharp glint for a moment. His hands clapped together once again and there in the slivers of light emanated a glint of ebony, the lengthening claws that had ripped the head from the man with ease. Hissing quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, “You want to play with me? Hmm? You think you are frightening to a dragon?” he muttered as he pressed closer to her, one hand reaching out to cup her cheek, lifting her head slightly to glance over her features with a slight grin, “It would be a shame to have to waste such a pretty human. I don’t often see anything pretty other then well, hmmph.” He replied, ending his own sentence as he released his hand from her face and took a step back once again, coming to fold his hands along his chest again with an arched brow, “Tell me, why is it that you pestilent humans always seem to think that violence is the answer?” he muttered with a roll of his eyes.
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 30, 2011 13:13:31 GMT -4
Artemisia
She knew better than to move. Instead she let this man put on his little show and try to disincarnate her. She was beginning to realize she had made a mistake to cross his way. She wanted nothing more than to have her rotten gold and never speak of this dragon again. “It doesn’t matter if I beat you, but you’ll have to run, Dragon.” She looked ahead, as he walked around her, she had no intention of moving. “I am not your eye candy. Do not judge me. What does your honor have to say of not paying me the gold you owe me for killing that man in the hub?” She turned and gazed at him coldly, piercing him with her brown eyes. She wasn’t about to please him with losing her cool. He was nothing to her, she didn’t even know his name, and he didn’t know her. She turned to look at him. “You don’t know my name but you dare to judge me.”
She looked back ahead ignoring his looks. She didn’t move with he gripped her face with her hand, she gave him a spiteful look, and clenched her jaw. When he released her, she rubbed the place where he had grabbed her face, as if he has a disease.
She lowered her hands from her face, and released the grip on her sword. “I am not afraid of you dragon.” She said with her voice quivering on the last bit of confidence that she had. She balled her hand up into a fist, and gave him a warning look. “This pretty human isn’t interested in your threats, she wants your gold.” She showed her teeth and growled “Am I pretty to you now, dragon?” She narrowed her brown eyes at him, she wanted him dead, and she wanted to be the cause. She listened to him bad-mouth the humans, she rolled her eyes. She spun around to face him. “How dare you? What are humans to you, something for you to hunt most likely. Do you think your so charming that you have every human at wit’s end? “ She laughed at him, her laugh erupted from her stomach and burst through her lips. She gave him a devious look. “Sorry, but you don’t charm me.”
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 30, 2011 13:39:48 GMT -4
The dragon’s eyes returned the spearing look right back at her though he had to admit that she was the most fantastic human that he had ever crossed for not even the traveler and his woman that he had shown kindness to had impressed him so much. This human was enticing his true side forward, his reptilian side. He felt like the enormous wicked beast that he was and no doubt he would show her but at the moment this was far too amusing. This was what gave him amusement. This game and this woman with her sharp tongue was thoroughly amusing. Ok, so she really wasn’t that appealing when she growled at him. Did she want to see him growl? Did she want to see his true form with glittering black scales and razor edged spines that laced his body? Did she want to see him growl with the multiple rows of wicked teeth that would kill a full grown man with one bite. The teeth that could infuse the acid that would sizzle his insides out and kill him within a few seconds? He huffed, rolling his eyes. A rather cheeky and sly grin was creeping full blown across his face and laughter began to bubble up from the core of his frame once again. He rather couldn’t help himself. For once in his life instead of anger, he felt laughter! Now this was something entirely knew for him because most humans annoyed the shit out of him and became a meal. Often the idiot soldiers of the came wandering, poking around his swamp and if they caught wind of him attempted to track him down for his head and yet each in turn had become a meal, their fancy little swords used as toothpicks before being cast into the poisonous waters of the swamp. He had eaten men and women alike. He had tortured and burned or sizzled many humans and creatures they had all been the same but this? This human was rather amusing to him, he was glad he had joined the game.
“Truly madam, my honor says that the man was no concern to me and neither was the gold in his pocket. Had he not laid hands on me like quite a few impudent humans believe they can then he would still be alive and delivering you coins that perhaps you would spend on something frivolous.” He returned with a slight shrug. “And for the record I do not judge, I am merely telling the story as I see fit.” He replied with a nod, “Can you detest the fact that you are bitter and angry? From the moment we met without names you have been tossing hot words around like coals on a fire and threatening to use that silly little tooth picker on me.” He replied with an arched brow, daring her to attempt to tell him that this was not true. His body shifted and his muscles rippled with the slight movements as he lifted his arms, his palms outstretched towards her and his claws slid away once more to show the alabaster skin smooth along his palms. He smiled, sighing, “You think I have no right to judge humans? The stupid creatures wander into my swamp constantly, thinking that they can have my head or my horde. Selfish little beasts learn their lesson in and the end and tell me if I were not right, why would you not be kinder? If you thought that I was wrong why is it that you travel around with a block of ice on your back? If it came down to it would you stand up for your fellow man and tell the world that you believed otherwise, that you would protect them all in a fight and that you would treat them better then you have me?” he inquired, his tone commanding an honest answer from the woman as he gazed at her with his vibrant green eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that he was right. She would not be nearly so bitter otherwise. However as she ranged down her sputter of a rant, he grinned, his eyes gleaming for a moment as his hands fluttered along the edge of his own robe as he drifted closer to her once again.
Smoothly, the dragon slipped around her, his own skin just a mere touch from her own. The heat that radiated from his flesh would be evident against hers with how close he was. His hands lingered just above her body, his left hand lowering to trace his fingers at her waist and travel along her lower back before whisking upwards along the edge of her shoulder blade to curl at the back of her neck but this time his hold was solid and yet not commanding. It held a wild zing but was ever gentle as the rest of his body came before her. His right hand lowered to settle his fingers around her as his head lowered closer to her own, his mouth hovering just a mere inch above hers as his eyes met her own in a claiming and inviting look that blazed gently with an enticing fire. His left hand remained at the back of her neck and his right hand cupped her hip gently to pull her slightly against himself. He could feel the evident desire of a man radiating through himself as well as the thrust of the wild dragon within himself. He was no simple lover; he was a god among men. He was a dragon after all but at the moment it was also coupled with the evident reactions of a human man coupled with the fire of a dragon and he grinned. “Really, human, I am not charming you even the slightest?” he purred with a lulling tone as he held her gaze steadily still. His right hand remained at her hip but his thumb shifted upwards to trace the skin just beneath her shirt at her side. It was a gentle touch and yet the evident power within his body was evident but he kept it controlled now for he was not trying to hurt her he was trying to charm her and for most, it was pretty damn simple but never had he truly meant for it to work as well as now. His head was held close to her, his eyes never leaving hers for quite a few moments as his fingers shifted in a brief caress at the back of her neck before his lips briefly grazed her own with just a brief interaction before his head drifted back slightly again and he met her gaze once more, his eyes still blazing as he looked into that of her brown eyes with a slight hint of inquisition, “Tell me now that I don’t charm you.” He dared with an enticing purr once again.
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 30, 2011 14:42:50 GMT -4
Artemisia
Artemisia didn’t like to tell lies. She didn’t consider what she had said to be a lie, only just the hint of a lie, and the promise of instant regret as soon as the words had sunk in. She couldn’t tell if she had seduced him, or if it was the other way around. Artemisia couldn’t quite figure out if she wanted him to have burning feelings for her or not. Did he charm her? She had no idea. She couldn’t speak. She looked into his green eyes, she couldn’t see herself back. She looked down, he would only betray her. Seducing isn’t loving she reminded herself, she had seduced others before, she knew if was a different feeling that love. She wanted to tell him that he was judging, but she couldn’t bring herself to words. It had been such a long time before she had desired someone before. “If I am bitter and angry that what does that make you? Had she asked to be seduced, she couldn’t help herself. She relaxed. Her heart pounded, her blood raced. She felt so light headed. She realized that she was giving in to him, he was winning and he knew it. She wanted to tell him to hate her, that’s how this was suppose to be, she wanted to hate him but she couldn’t bring herself to start the fire in her soul.
She didn’t move as he spun around her. Her heart quickened at the mere touch of his skin to hers, she breathed heavily. She let him touch her back, she couldn’t lie, she didn’t mind his touch against her skin. She took comfort in the fact that tomorrow he would forget about her, and everything would go back to normal, but for all she could think about was his hands on her waist, her skin burned where he touched her, like his skin and her had a chemical reaction when they touched, although she could deny that she liked it. She let him pull her in closer to him without resisting, and looked him in the eyes. She ignored his smart remark, something about charm but she couldn’t bring herself to answer him with a snappy come-back. His voice was like a lullaby, his eyes…so green. She let her lips part has he drew his face closer to hers, his lips briefly touched hers, she didn’t fight him, she could only wish that this would be real, but she knew he was only playing tricks on her. She let her hand slip around his neck, over his shoulder, as the embrace came to a stop, she pulled back slightly. Again a comment of charm, “Does it really matter what I think, I’m just a human.” She said, her voice was smooth and inviting. He will only leave you, and what will you have? Nothing. Artemisia wanted to tell her thoughts that they were wrong, but she couldn’t. |
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 30, 2011 15:09:57 GMT -4
The dragon smiled, and sighed. Despite the fact that the tables had turned and the fact that this was now his game, he felt that wisp of desire rising within him again but this was not just a reaction from this strange human body of his. This was real. This woman had enticed the emotion right out of the dragon so after a moment, he leaned back and straightened once again, inhaling slowly to cool the burning emotions within himself. He grinned and slowly released her, still managing to keep his cool as he looked down at the woman with an arched brow, “Hmm, human indeed but I am human at the moment too and as a human I was asking you honestly.” He replied with a curt nod. “Perhaps I am no dragon after all but instead a sorcerer with wicked powers. Perhaps I am a cowardly human with a silly box of tricks that work for me. Perhaps I am nothing more than a figment of your imagination for something tells me that an encounter like this doesn’t happen in your book.” He replied with a curt nod in return. He fell silent for a moment, gazing at her thoughtfully for a while before he finally straightened with a faint smile for the woman as he folded his arms over his chest with a soft sigh, “Now dear, is there anything else that you would accept other then the gold?” he inquired with an arched brow, curious as to whether the woman would accept something other than the gold. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but at the moment he had no plans of killing her. She had already told him more than once that she didn’t like him and she had shown practically that she hated him, until now. She had invited him to kiss her and had allowed him to touch her but he expected that in a moment, it would all disappear. He expected within moments for that sharp tongue to return and the insults to fly and yet he knew that she could not deny that he had seduced her. It had been simple, as it always was for the dragon and yet she was different. He had enjoyed it this time. He rather half wished that he hadn’t had any reason to stop but then again, did he trust her? Hardly. She had at first approached with the desire to swipe him with her sword but something had provoked her not to and whether it happened to be because she wanted her money or something else, he was curious but did not ask. This human entirely was confusing and yet curious. He was eager to figure out more about her. He had half a mind to snatch her up and steal her away to his cavern but what would he do with her then? His cavern was damp and dark and he usually ate things raw if not char broiling them first with emerald flames. She would die within a few weeks and the study would be over and surely the woman would not appreciated being taken back with him like a Barbie doll. He huffed at the thought and frowned now, motioning to the town around them, “There is nothing that I can offer you that would suffice for what, a couple of coins?” he inquired simply this time as he awaited her reply. [/font] |
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 30, 2011 15:59:05 GMT -4
Artemisia
Artemisia didn’t like the fact that she had to make a choose that could influence another. She looked into his green eyes, shook her head slowly and looked at the ground. She remembered what it was like to lose her brother, like all the happiness, and hope for a future had left, and she was left with the reminder every day that she could have avenged him properly. But then, what would she be? Cold and heartless. She was already that. She looked up at the sky, she had thought about going to the Temple of Araxes, to repeal her sins, and pray to for her brothers soul. She would, she decided. Right after she sorted this little encounter out. She wanted to forget this had happened, and go on with her life. But then she remembered what it felt like to be held again, a feeling almost like…love. Looked away from his eyes, she couldn’t look at him, she knew he could probably read her like a book, she wasn’t really good at hiding her emotions. She bit her lip until she tasted the salty taste of blood. Her hands shook as she brushed the hair out of her face. She back up a little, hoping that if she was away from him, just a little then these feelings would go away. What if she did let him love her? He would leave her, there is no doubt about that, this dragon probably had mistresses in different towns all over the kingdom. She gave him a quizzical look, she was curious to find out what he would be like, if she stayed by his side. She pushed those thoughts out of her head. She looked him straight in the face, her brown eyes search his. He was mocking her, no doubt. He knew he could effect her in such a way. “The gold doesn’t matter anymore, you don’t owe me anyways. Remember?” She wiped the sweat and dirt from her cheek. She knew there was no more reason to be afraid of him. She didn’t trust him, but she knew if he killed her, what would she lose? She straightened her skirt, she could feel the burn where he had touched her hip. She knew deep down that she wouldn’t be able to show her affection for him. She didn’t seem to be capable, not because she was cold or bitter. She was afraid. For the first time in her life, she was afraid of something she knew she had the right to be afraid of. He will leave you, and you will have nothing but memories. Do you want that? She pushed all those thoughts out of her mind. She didn’t like the fact that he had won. She had lost, and that wasn’t a good feeling. She never loses. Never. She licked her lip, and then remembered that she had that man’s dagger. She reached for it, but instead her hand grabbed the blade. Blood poured from her hand. “ Damn, stupid knife.” She was seriously pissed now, she shook her head. Blood was not dripping every where. She tore the sleeve off her shirt, and wrapped her hand in the thing material. It barely absorbed the blood, but it would work. She looked down at the knife, realized she had gotten a free knife. “You don’t owe me anything, the man also gave me this knife. I guess its mine now, so were even.” She nodded , and tended to her bleeding hand. OCC- I suck. >< |
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 30, 2011 16:41:51 GMT -4
The dragon narrowed his eyes briefly, catching her every movement for a moment as he watched her thoughtfully before he nodded slowly in reply with a flicker of a smile, “True, I do not owe you a thing.” He replied but his tone was a bit more quiet then it had been before. It was a bit more inviting then it had previously been. The dragon cleared his throat and cast a glance around himself. Things were rather back to normal by this point. Here and there people wandered along the walkways of town and that dreary feel once again returned to Ohanzee. He huffed and rolled his eyes, turning his gaze back towards Artemisia once again with an arched brow as she reached for the dagger and within moments, blood oozed towards the ground. He frowned slightly. One moment she was swooning within his arms and the next she was bleeding. He grumbled at the thought and took a breath as he watched the blood ooze from her hand. The tear of her shirt and she had the cloth pressed to the palm of her hand. He furrowed his brow and hissed softly as he drifted closer to her this time. His mind was whirling as he knew that their meeting was ending and yet he didn’t want her to leave. He had built a connection with this human woman. He wanted her, needed her. He wanted that connection with this woman and he could easily just let her go. He could just let her run off and live her life the way she had been. He could very easily see her returning back to the icy stature that she had met him with, demanding of him the money that she had once been owed. He winced at the thought and sighed softly. His gaze wandered over the sight of the blood that oozed onto her hand and he sighed, drifting closer to her as his hands drifted downwards to close gently to hers as he brushed at the blood with a flicker of a frown. He pondered taking her to his cave with him, it was something that enticed him but he was somewhat nervous, he wasn’t really sure how she would react and he wasn’t sure that he truly wanted to know, either. At the moment she was down, he had won their spat and she was not the defensive woman that he had come face to face with. He inhaled slowly, his eyes seeking hers for a moment before lowering his gaze back to her hand instead as he bit his tongue lightly, swallowing, “Will you be all right?” he inquired softly to her this time, inquiring. Not really asking whether she wanted to return with him and yet it seemed to hang there invisibly within the air. Sighing, the dragon offered a wan smile and straightened a bit as he fell silent now, awaiting for any form of words from the fellow woman at this point. [/font] |
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Post by flybabyfly2010 on Jun 30, 2011 17:12:48 GMT -4
Artemisia
Shame on me.
Artemisia looked around, it was getting to be dark, night was encircling the town. The breeze caught helpless leaves and they danced like puppets in the wind. She sighed looking down, today had not been at all what she had expected. The blood gushing out of her hand wasn’t the least of her problems, she could tell that this man, the one she didn’t know, she didn’t even know his name was thinking, and she didn’t like that. He walked towards her, trying to help her. Artemisia debated if she should let him be close to her again, or if she should close up again, and go hide in her shell like a turtle. She looked up at him, her eyes bore the state of a woman who was confused, Artemisia didn’t want to make the decision to give herself to him or now, so she decided that she wouldn’t. She would wait to see what happened, then she would make a decision. Artemisia barely ever left things up to fate, but what other chose did she have? If she choose to let him love her, she would never be able to rewind the clock and forget him if he left her. If she decided she didn’t want to abducted, she would never know if he was the one. Artemisia was to confused to realized that he had touched her. This time there was no burning sensation, she only felt her hand against hers. Without thinking she smiled at him, the smile disappeared so quickly once she had realized that she had produced it that she wasn’t even sure that he had saw it. She hoped he had, but she knew it would smooth things over if he did. She sighed looked away, she didn’t want to look into his green eyes again. She knew once she did it would all be over, and she would be his victim, a helpless woman. She wiped the remaining blood on her skirt, not that it wasn’t already ruined. She clenched her jaw at the fact that this encounter would soon be over. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or if it was a horrible thing. She looked back at him, avoiding his eyes.
“I’ll be fine. Its just a scrape.” She said. He didn’t know that she was missing a toe, or that she had been attacked by a wilderness animal when she was young, it had left three big scars down her back. He didn’t know that, to her the cut was nothing, a paper cut at the worst. She looked back up at him, trying to avoid those green eyes, but it was hopeless. She looked into his eyes, her heart pounded. |
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Post by Desperanza on Jun 30, 2011 17:57:43 GMT -4
The dragon felt that strange stir of emotion once again. Never before had he ever felt the emotions that stirred within himself and at first he thought he could have blamed it on this pestering human body and yet it could not be the source of this strange fluttering emotion within himself. It had to be something else, something stranger and more foreign to himself. It was true emotion that stirred from his core and with every glance of those molten brown eyes, he felt another pulse of desire from within himself and yet it was deeper than that for he had desires for other female dragons before though it had not traveled any further then wanting to fertilize her egg so he could produce his own line however until this point he had not done so. He had felt no connection with those dragons and he had never felt a connection with a human so this was entirely new to him.
He watched her movements thoughtfully, curious as to what Artemisia was thinking. He could easily tell that the same flutter of emotions happened to be confusing her just as much as it was confusing him as well. Sighing, the dragon offered a small smile to her as he lowered his hand to scoop hers within his own, holding her hand within one of his own as his opposite lifted and one claw extended, severing a long strip of black cloth from his own robe before the claw retraced and his hands lowered back to hers once again, keeping it held securely within his own hand before she could pull it from him and when she tried, he growled softly at her as he worked his hands gently over her own, brushing at the extra blood before he tied the cloth securely across her hand over the injury to protect it a bit and stop the bleeding. When satisfied, he let her lower her hand and nodded curtly to her in reply, “Perhaps it was nothing more than a scratch but that does not mean that it doesn’t matter.” He muttered though he knew that an injury that size would be brushed off as just a scratch to him as well.
However as Orlonox straightened, figuring that their meeting was coming to an end he had full plans to let her go, to walk away and not feel a thing but damn if only she would stop looking at him. If only she would gain that icy composure back. It would be so much easier to walk away from that then it would be to walk away from this. It wasn’t because she had cut herself or he could smell her blood. It wasn’t that she had excused the gold she had demanded from him at first. It wasn’t even because she had spared him the trouble of the blade of her sword. It was just her. His breath quivered within his lungs and he cleared his throat awkwardly once again, his hand brushing at the back of his neck as he glanced around himself for a moment, catching a handful of his rich ebony hair but he released it once more. His hair was much longer than that of the average human but so was the style of the dragon. Finally, his own green eyes drifted back towards Artemisia, having full intentions of telling her good bye and excusing himself but the breath froze in his lungs when he met her gaze once again. This awkward situation seemed to suddenly come to a halt as his green eyes became riveted to her own and he felt that plunge of desire once again within himself to the point that heat burned heavier then the heat he naturally produced and his cheeks flushed a hard pink against the alabaster skin and quite suddenly, the show of desire from the human body seemed to slap him hard in the face. He blinked, but it was undeniable and the muscles within him clenched as he met her gaze once again. Timed seemed to stop for a few mere moments and quite suddenly nothing seemed to exist other then the two people here and now and the fact that it was either going to end, or something would happen within the next moment. Before he even hardly realized what he was doing, he had crossed the few steps to her, ending the distance that separated them as his hands lifted to cup her face gently once more, no longer commanding for he was not scrutinizing her this time, he was tender. His own head came forward as his body pressed close and within moments he was kissing her hard and fast and eager as this was his last attempt, his last answer. It was either a good bye, or an invitation. He had no clue how the hell this human would react but it didn’t matter at the moment for the kiss lasted for a few solid moments as his hands lifted her chin slightly before drifting downwards to take hold of her waist gently once more, pulling her body against his with a soft tug as he kissed her. His own heart rate thumped wickedly within his body and he didn’t dare breath nor think at the moment as he simply offered himself to her there in that moment in time.
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