To Tame A Dragon (wolventears & drenlai)
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				Title: <strong>To Tame A Dragon (wolventears &amp; drenlai)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-12-2013, 22:14:31</strong>
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				(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/blonde-gird-glasses-model-postcards-from-far-away-school-Favimcom-61221_large_zps124fc3e7.jpg)<br>&nbsp;Lilah Mckennet was typing away on her computer. She was finishing the latest entry in her expedition journal. The trip to Egypt had been an adventure. Just sucks that where they had been digging caved in. There was still so much they could have uncovered.<br><br>Just the history alone was incredible. It was said to have been a shrine for a god. What god, they had yet to uncover and it looks like now, they never would. <br><br>She pushed her glasses up her nose before taking a sip of her lukewarm coffee. With a grimace, she put the cup down and typed the last sentence. It was nearing lunch time at the old university and soon the students would be out and about. She wanted to leave before that happened. <br><br>She loved her job but she would have done anything for a different office. Saving and closing the document, she opened the filing cabinet beside her deal. Pulling her leather purse from the drawer, she stood and swung it onto her shoulder. She was getting ready to leave when'd there was a knock at her door. <br><br>"Yes?" she called.<br><br>It opened to the student who was the acting secretary of the archeology department. "There is a man here to see you, Ms. Mckennet. He didn't have an appointment but he says it's urgent."<br><br>She let out a deep sigh but for the chance that this could be really big she put her purse back and took a seat. "It's okay, Kelley. Send him in." <br><br>The brunette nodded and turned to the front desk. Lilah looked at the watch at her wrist as she waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame A Dragon (wolventears &amp; drenlai)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drenlai</strong> on <strong>22-12-2013, 20:45:39</strong>
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				About 9 months ago in Egypt came one of the greatest discoveries to hit the world of anthropology. A part of the Nile River was being diverted for the construction of a new dam for power. The recent political unrest had destroyed many of the infrastructures in the region so it was a chance to start anew. The diverting the river also drained several nearby ponds and lakes. In one those lakes beneath all the water was ancient temple to the god Sobek. One could only imagine that thousands of years ago it would have been a literal oasis paradise. Then only after a few weeks of digging there was a mysterious earthquake that sunk the temple into the earth and the area too dangerous to dig.<br><br>The site was such a treasure trove of knowledge and information unlike anything else in Egypt, but alas it was gone and so was any funding for further research into it.<br><br>The man that entered was something very different the usual people that prowled the college offices. He was a&nbsp; tall man with wide masculine shoulders and a proportional waist. The man had an olive complexion with underlying darker tone that spoke of plenty of time in the sun. He looked almost Egyptian, but not quite. His hair was a pure black that looked rich and silky. The man’s eyes were intoxicating for they were brown and gentle, but such gentleness was one of composure that hid the roiling power beneath them.&nbsp; He had a handsome face with straight features, full lips, and a subtle feral tone to his looks. The clothes he wore were fine clothes almost out of a GQ magazine and maybe cost more than a month of her salary.<br><br>After he entered her office the man took a moment to look around the room before settling his gaze upon her. It was the same look that a tiger might look upon a doe with an odd disinterest and wonder if the scrawny doe would be worth the effort. He held himself with a confident swagger that was not arrogance. Arrogance was the wrong word to describe how he meticulously took in everything and his disappointment of the resulting analysis. <br><br>“So.” The singular word broke the silence instead of a greeting or a statement of purpose as the man carefully analyzed her from top to bottom.&nbsp; “Yes, that scent is correct. I remember your scent.” He looked away from her as if in his own world and uncaring what she had to say to him. His attention instead was placed on the few piece of interesting artifacts she had in her room. The look in his eyes said that he saw far better. “Scent is so closely tied to memory especially after so long.” The statement was muttered almost disembodied under his breath to himself before turning his full attention. “Not a priestess or a princess. Maybe a virgin perhaps. Pretty enough… hips and buttocks a bit lacking… your breasts are passable… and a scribe as a profession. Teaching women to read… what use is that. Still, I’ll give you the honor of serving me as my consort…” His words may not make any sense to him, but he said them without any hesitation and in complete seriousness even seem a little offended that she hadn’t tossed herself to her knees to thank him.<br>
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