Dewey
*His first window had closed itself off, for she had become too accustomed to his teases and prods of utter embarrassment. Though his first window had presented itself as shut and railed, his second succeeded. His prompted stare to the sky was successful in drawing her own gaze upward through the blackened canopy. During her second of thought, she could hear just a second before she would come to face him a small gulp. If she payed attention to his kebab still, it was indeed missing a piece. A small gesture of concern would be prompted instead before he turned his attention to her and attempted to flatter her, only to be met with such an answer as she gave. Hah.. A tease? Was that what she saw him as? Yes. He was very much so a tease. He was a silver tongued snake, and he knew it from the moments he realized he had one. In fact, that silver tongue made itself very useful right now, as he had slithered his way between obstacle and another, with his own metaphorical scales of sleek and shining royal blue. He had been trying all this time so coil himself around her, and take her as his own asset, that he had taken measures to ensure her trust already. He himself was nearly a kebab mere moments into their meeting. He listened closely to her, her words. Her tone. Her sincerity. He listened for a breach in the walls. A crack even, the slightest wither in her defense that he could take advantage of and use to his own advantage. And alas, his silver tongue caught scent, and his body moved to get it's slender opportunity into fruition.*
`"Alas.. I am a tease Shuvah. But you do not realize how much thought I've had to endure since our meeting.."` *Inward he leaned further, his breathe felt on her cheek barely as his parted lips were closer to her ear. His face had closed more distance than ever, and she could see his eyes staring into the distance, was something else on his mind? Something she didn't know yet? Mayhaps the curiosity would get to her but that's what he'd need-*

*-to ensure he could properly pull this off.* 
`"You mentioned beauty earlier, did you not young dragoness? You mentioned living.."` *Closer. Their temples were almost touching. He had now leaned in further, to which his torso faced her direction, and his hand not gripping the log rounded about and laid on his lap..* `"You mentioned learning.. What is night but daylight pending? What is love but friendship blooming..? What is need but want unwavering...?"` *Closer.. He nudged her gently so, all she could truly feel would be his hair brushing softly along and it almost seemed like he would attempt a kiss on the cheek.. Before he backed away. When he came back to her, face to face, she could see the narrowing of his eyes, and his lips had lost the cocky grin they bore earlier with seemingly no repercussions. If he had caused her become flattered, that was his goal in the end.* `"We have much to live for Shuvah.. We have much to learn. Our entire lives remain in front of us, and we must grasp what we have while we have it.."` *Again she could see it. His smile. But was it the smile of a tease? No, not at all. It.. Looked.. More genuine. It seemed more real. He reeled further back, so that his spine no longer reached in her direction, but stood straight. His posture and composure were now returned to that of a traveling noble so if felt. His cloak flowed softly, ever so softly and his hair had a hard time holding it's shape with how gentle and vibrant it seemed in retrospect to the light of the campfire. The embers coming up from burnt wood shined in the reflections of his eyes, and before he had said his next words, he almost looked fake. It all went together too well. He dressed nicely, he spoke nicely, his manners seemed to hold themselves higher two, three or even fourfold steeper than that of anyone else. He seemed all too perfect from this one encounter.* 
`"Had our paths crossed at a later day and age.. Had I seen the beauty of your soul when I was ready to-"`

`"-indulge in a life without adventure, I may have plucked you from your field of roses and embraced your thorns. For the petals of this fresh, vibrant flower have more worth than the pain of her jagged spines."` *He set the kebab on the log, without looking away and proceeded..* `"How can I think of the sustenance such a creature can bring me, when my mind is filled to the brim with the sweet whispers of meeting one as innocent as yourself? How can I think of anything else, when the warmth of this fire wraps itself around me so and provides itself a beacon to the lost and hopeless? For to have fire in the soul.."` *..He paused, before going to stand, and he reached out one more time. For he decided.. This started with asking her hand for a dance. Let them end it with what he had proposed from the start.*`"..Is to have something nothing else will amount to."`
Sean
Tana-"Okay" **Shuvah leaves**
Jeanette
*Successful tactics indeed. Shuvah sketched a brief smile as the vampire's tricks got the better of her sight. She naively was about to ask him about the taste, delighted by the warm feeling that such a simple action like sharing a meal could've provided to her kind soul, before her companion would've begun to lay the groundwork to his conquest attempt. Suppressing her own question to allow his reply, Avash'gar was now free to set his plans going, as the talons of his words would've started to grip her heart tigher and tigher.*
*Still, the reptilian would've found time to babble within his speech.*
`"... Endure? What do you mean, Ava'?"`
*Intriguing. What was him up to? What could've such an eloquent character possibly wanted from a simpleton like her? A mere goose, a silly personality who found happiness and comfort in moments such as sharing a hunt - or a meal - or discovering a new friend?*
*And he pursued his indefatigable conquest, expanding his lands with each new inquisitions which became sharper and shaper, and his cavalry of words becoming stronger and stronger whilst these dreaded warriors marched onward to the opposing royal castle.*
`"I... I did mention that, yess... But-"`
*Unfortunately, it was much too late for the wyvern queen. The rempart and the lawful knights protecting her throne wouldn't have held steady for much longer. It was only a matter of time before the silver imperial army's battering ram would've staved the crimson gates.*
`"Ava', what are you do-"` *She instinctevely moved her head slightly aside when he approched his.*
*And defenseless the dragoness was, as the conqueror's plans were beyond her grasp. Soon enough, a vanquisher would've been crowned. It was time for the grande finale.*
*She had endured and faught well for a few hours now, but as the torrent of steel flowed the scarlet citadel, she couldn't take no more. The scaly queen conceaded defeat, signing the triumph of the silver emperor.*

*Shuvah unconsciously surrendered and let go. His words, his manners, his seriousness... No matter how simple, no matter how fierce, no matter how monstuous a lady could've been: she was still a woman. Her large and strong thighs tighened and squeezed under her tassets, her fangs bit her paralyzed lips, her scales shivered one by one. Her heart was overwhelmed... Overheated... On the verge of explosion.*
`"Ava'... Thi-thiss issn't funny anymore, sstop..."`
*Futile. A desperate move which got instantly parried. He won, and she knew it. She couldn't refuse his flattery anymore -if that wasn't more like his obscure schemes from the beginning.*
*But he didn't stop there. What was an emperor without his empress? Soon enough, the vanquished dragoness had to look up to her new master, as the latter offered his hand. A highly symbolic offer, which she wasn't in position to refuse now.*
*Shuvah extended an arm and placed her claws on his palm, tilting her head and evading the vampire's piercing gaze that lurked on his captured prey. Her cheeks were teary.*
`"I-I don't know Avash'gar... N-nobody ever spoke to me like thiss... I-I don't know w-what to do now... Y-you caught me off-guard..."`
Dewey
*Yes..* ***Crack*** *Went the foundations. Once they staggered, the words of the silver tongued snake had begun to squeeze tightly around his prey. Once; He swayed her words and began to slither round her castle. Her armies had been avoided, her battles were small in number, and lacking in resistance and he now met her at the drawbridge to her keep which lay the crimson queen. Once; Her question surfaced, only to be repressed by her genuine curiosity. His words spoke of dreams she had not yet witnessed. His body gave signal to something she had yet experienced. His eyes forged a fire hotter than any ember emanating from her fireplace. Her first questions battered away, he had made it through her mote and onto the drawbridge, knocking on the castle gates for entry as he had not yet gained permission to enter. So his words pressed further.* 
***Crumble...*** *The serpent's plan, it's efficiency, it's progress began to show. Her foundations shook to and fro as his sweet words snaked into her mind. A simpleton as her..? No, he would not allow her to dwell on such naïve thoughts. For he had painted her to be a queen, from the moment they met. For he had ensured she was comfortable of her status through constant flattery. As every queen haveth a bodyguard, the snake had disguised itself as the stool to her rise of power and crowned her queen of her lands. She had become prideful of her status when she accepted his teasing, for she had began to fall into his trap. He had set up the pieces and brought only the finest of details into this short but dreadfully long skirmish. And yet he once more cast her worries aside. For he mentioned that true to her. For he mentioned what she lived by. For the cast had been thrown and the young dragoness had taken his bait. And so he pressed further more, ready to ram down her gates and confront the one sitting comfortably on her throne. "Further.. Further I must go!" The mind of the mage pushed itself beyond what he thought capable as-*

*-victory was only another push ahead. Another push ahead and he would be able to see light between the opening doors to her throne room. And so another shift, and powerful scales of white and blue crumbled her foundations and watched the strength of her walls linger and wither away slowly but surely.*
***Fall..*** *Her knights failed to protect her. For her guards were no match for the mass coiling itself around her. Her castle lay way to siege, but the attacker was not painted as one. Oh no, he was painted as something else entirely. Her walls crumbled beneath the pressure of the serpent's body but it continued to constrict. The courtyards and gardens were under his control. The staircase which led up to her castle's entrance crushed and now rubble as the snake's tongue worked itself further in. The young mage pushed open her doors with such force that she couldn't say no to him any longer, and as Avash'gar walked into her chandelier lit halls bearing forth the devilish grin of a victor, the doorway blocked itself off with strong and sturdy scales of his very own royal colors. Her rug which ran from entrance to throne now being traversed by one she may have never anticipated, but he had treated her like a queen for her entirety of knowing him. As her structure remained isolated from the rest of the current world, he reached for her with a cunning so misunderstood that she had painted it as pure and utter praise. For her image of Avash'gar was that of a gentleman. That of a man so kind that she could not resist. That of a window to a world she had never viewed. For when she did become aware of such a window, she could open it to find she was queen of her own lands, but not before his plan of conquer had already been underway. For this kingdom was partially his all along; She simply hadn't realized it yet. For the light shining off his scales displayed beautiful fields and a country under her own grasp, but in the end it was simply his coiled grip and her-*

*-imagination which gave such a royal air. And yet, the snake was more than willing to take every ounce of what he hadn't painted for her as his own. Victory was now in his grasp, her castle had been seized, and her crown was now his as he grasped onto her as his own extension. The snake's massive head lifted itself above the castle's high towers, tongue tasting the scent of his glorious award, before falling protectively over the highest of rooftops where it'd spend the remainder of it's time staring out to the world. This was the power of the serpent. This was the cunning of the mage's tongue, and the rewards were bountiful as her kingdom began a new era under his.. Their.. Influence.* 
`"Do not worry.. We have much to learn. Let this be one of your many lessons.. And let it be a fun one at that."` *Slowly he hoisted her upwards and curled his fingers around her own. His grip was tight and secure as a second hand came around to lay rest on the small of her back, where he let his arm naturally pull her inward. There, in his grasp, perhaps she'd feel nervous? Perhaps she'd feel scared? But most of all, this man had just recently thrown himself into life or death beside her. Had he not accompanied her, she may not be here enjoying her meal and more so enjoying her night. She'd not have had a hand to hold, eyes to lock with, smiles to see and give and a conversation such as that they had and were having. But here in the warmth of the fire, underneath a veil of black and sparkling, glittering white the mage had asked for one small dance to top the night as it was. And so, he ushered for her to wrap her arm round the back of his neck, and let that same, devilish grin show itself once more on his face.* `"Have you ever been graced the opportunity to dance with someone, Shuvah? If not, then simply follow my lead.. Nice and slow.."`