The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)
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				Title: <strong>The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 08:09:19</strong>
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				Winter Line (http://darkdayproductions.com/images/fantasy_03-fantasy_26_over.jpg) was a powerful witch. She just didn't know it yet. Oh, but the most powerful of the moment did and she was plotting heavily of how to get rid of the girl before her powers fully awoken. If they did then she could easily be wrested out of control and she didn't want that. Power set so very well with Winter's aunt and she wasn't going to let her twenty-something year old niece come up and steal it away from her. Not when there was something that she could do. She couldn't kill her niece. No, she wasn't that horrible, but there were ways of getting rid of her, such as sending her to another realm. And she had the perfect realm to send her to. The Dragon Realm. A realm where witches weren't welcome.<br><br>Winter was blissfully going through her days unaware of her aunt's plots. She even went and visited her aunt, unaware of what was being planned. She knew of her family's legacy but as of now she had only had little luck with magic and besides she was a product of her generation and liked her technology so much more. If her aunt had just left things alone there was a good possibility the young witch's powers would never have fully unlocked because Winter never fully applied herself. There was no need to, there wasn't a serious want either. However, her aunt was going to be her own down fall.<br><br>The day after the young woman's twenty-third birthday she came in late after a night shift at her work. After a quick shower to wash the scent of the restaurant she worked at off of her she got dressed in a long t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She stretched out on her bed and fell asleep, blissfully unaware of the fiendish plans that were going to come to fruition that night. At three her aunt strolled into her apartment and into her bedroom. The woman knew her niece well enough to know that she slept heavily enough that she wouldn't wake until well after she was into the other realm. <br><br>Shifting Winter yawned and stretched before groaning as she laid her arm over her eyes. The sun was so damn bright. "Don't tell me I left those fucking shades up?" she muttered to herself. Shifting she frowned. This didn't feel like her bed. Opening her eyes she dropped her arm beside her before quickly sitting up and looking around. This was most definitely not her bed. Quickly scrambling to her bare feet she looked around. She was in what appeared to be a forest. "Where the hell?" she muttered as she looked around as she crossed her arms and cupped her elbows. <br><br>None of this made any sense. She'd gone to her apartment last night and gone to sleep in her bed. She knew she was a heavy sleeper but she wasn't so heavy a sleeper that she would have remained asleep while somebody transported her to the woods. "What the hell is going on?" she whispered to herself, needing to hear another voice. Shaking her head she turned and began to walk, soon finding a path and began to follow it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 06:30:10</strong>
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				Stalking down the hallway with his feet being forced into a measured pace, Korilstrae has more than an evident grimace on his face as he passes by the ornate and elaborate decorations that don the sides of the hall’s walls.&nbsp; Not paying attention to both the lavish tapestries that flutter lightly from a breeze that has a known source as he walks, the man finally turns around a corner to walk from the wide hallway into one that is more appropriately sized to the form he is.&nbsp; Currently wearing his skin, as Koril would say, he appears as a well build man with flowing silver hair.&nbsp; As the light flickers in the hallway, reflections from his hair send strands of light along the walls that pass as he soon comes to the end of the hall.<br><br>Pausing&nbsp; at the large metal door in front of him, his keen hearing was enough to pick up a few words from beyond the door.&nbsp; “…reports said something…&nbsp; No, they spoke of no such… “&nbsp; Lingering at the door for only a moment or two, Koril perks an eyebrow at the sounds of his two advisors speaking in such hushed tones.&nbsp; The one, Yzarthaes was typically as boisterous as he is large.&nbsp; The other, his financial planner by the name of Llaes was typically reserved, but never to the point of back room deals.&nbsp; Deciding that it was best to walk in rather than to stand there, listening at the door.<br><br>As the handle turns and the door slides open without a creak, Koril walks in to see something unusual.&nbsp; Laid out over the table is a small map, with Llaes and Yzarthaes standing at either end of the table.&nbsp; Pointing towards a small dot just a small bit past the border of the city, Llaes looks up then to see Koril walk in.&nbsp; “My prince, we have something of a….situation…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 06:59:39</strong>
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				Winter followed the path. She knew that she had to look a sight. She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a long t-shirt that was constantly falling off her shoulder. She was just happy that last night she'd decided to leave her bra on instead of taking it off. She was bare foot, her hair had to be a mess and she was in the middle of the woods. She knew she had to have that panicky light in her eyes by now and if she did finally come upon somebody she could only imagine they would just write her off as being a crazy woman who wondered around the woods and head in the opposite direction before giving her help. If she ever found out who had done this to her she was going to kill them. <br><br>Finally seeing the end of the forest Winter's speed picked up before she skidded to a halt as her eyes widened as she took in the city. There was no city like this in her world. There was nothing this large, this opulent. Because of her family history she knew that people could be transported to different realms and she was having a sinking feeling that was what had happened to her. And there was only one person she knew of that had that much power. "What the hell am I doing here? Why would Aunt Claire send me here?" she whispered to herself as she looked around. The young witch didn't know where she was, what realm, or even what would happen to her but there was one thing that could get her moving no matter the danger. Her stomach. It had been growling and begging her for food for a while and the only way that was going to happen was if she could find somebody to help her get back home.<br><br>Heading into the main city she began to look around. Unfortunately for her, her aunt knew exactly what she was doing. The second the dragons got the scent of a creature other then a dragon they were on her, capturing her, knocking her out, and dragging her off to be imprisoned until their prince could get their for the interrogation. After all, the scent wasn't very strong but she had the scent of a witch to her and being a witch usually equalled a death sentence and that meant the prince would definitely have to be around.<br><br>A soft groan came from Winter as she slowly lifted her head. Her head was pounding. <em>It was all a vivid hallucination from drinking.</em> she thought to herself as the headache was enough to be one from a hangover. However, as she opened her eyes she quickly realized that everything had not been a hallucination. Chains were hanging from the ceiling and her wrists were currently captured in the unforgiving metal. Her arms ached so she knew that she had been there for a while. Chains raising from the floor also imprisoned her ankles, cuffs holding her legs spread eagle with just feet flat on the floor so her legs could hold her weight. However, the chains were set at the right length to hold tension enough that she wouldn't be able to move her legs. There was no give. <br><br>Winter looked around the room. It was a circular door with only a single door as entrance and exit. However, what was inside the room caused chills to run through her spin. There were instruments on a table she didn't even want to imagine and a table that she really didn't want to know what happened on and in the corner was a large vat filled with water. It all reminded her of the medieval techniques of witch hunting. Looking up at the chains holding her wrists she began to shift her arms, testing the bonds. She wanted out, she wanted free and she wanted that to happen before whoever it was came to do God knows what to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 10:19:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking a bit concerned at the word ‘situation’, Koril (http://media-curse.cursecdn.com/attachments/63/712/tera_character.png) steps past the arc of the door to let it swing closed.&nbsp; Faintly clicking shut, he really pays it no mind as the lock and wards activate behind him.&nbsp; Though it was something that is not normal, the feeling of security growing behind him puts the Prince at ease.&nbsp; Somehow the locks and wards felt right, given the looks and somber stance of his two advisors in the room.&nbsp; Stepping further in to the room, Koril looks at the map that is spread along the table between the two others.&nbsp; Taking note of the marks and trails of energy that are highlighted on its surface, the price finally lifts his head to look at his two advisors.&nbsp; Only now focusing in on her words as they continue to speak and explain what is going on, he lifts a hand slowly to silence the both of them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I understand, yes yes.&nbsp; The question is, has she been captured and detained?”&nbsp; Listening to both of them detail out how she was captured and then escorted into the city, he nods his head slowly.&nbsp; With them then speaking of how she is now contained, along with where, his shoulders set a bit.&nbsp; Resolving himself to see this ‘witch’ now, his jaw clenches a little as he can feel the urge deep within him to shift.&nbsp; Fighting down the sensation, it would simply not be good for him to lose his control at this point in time.&nbsp; Following the two advisors as they lead him from the planning room and down the hallways, his stride is measured and purposed as they pass the regular levels of the Palace.&nbsp; Heading into the basement and then to the ‘dungeon’, the trio of men pause before the interrogation room.&nbsp; Looking between each other, finally Koril reaches out and opens the door before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping into the room, Koril pauses at the sight of her.&nbsp; <em>This</em>, this is a witch?&nbsp; Certainly there must be some glamour at work here, he thinks to himself.&nbsp; Witches are supposed to be ugly, or at least frightening and dangerous.&nbsp; But this lady before him, wasn’t…&nbsp; In fact, to the Prince she was beautiful.&nbsp; Forcing those thoughts from his mind with a small shake of his head, he lets the silence progress on as the three move about the room slowly.&nbsp; Inspecting each tool slowly, Koril finally speaks in a deep, rich baritone voice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What is your name?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 10:33:37</strong>
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				Hearing footsteps outside of the door Winter's entire body went tense, "Shit," she whispered. Well, now things were just going to get worse, wasn't it? Maybe not. Maybe she could get lucky. She didn't think for a minute that she would, but she could hope. After all, if she had hope then she would do her best. If she didn't have hope she would simply give up and she'd be damned if she would just give up. She had to get back home and get her aunt for this shit. She wasn't about to let this go. She didn't understand why her aunt would do this to her, but she would find out and then she would deal with her aunt. Maybe she'd send her here. That would be justice to her way of thinking. <br><br>As the door opened Winter turned her hands, grasping the chains and holding onto them tightly as she readied herself for whatever was about to happen. When the three men walked through the door she raised an eyebrow slightly she raised an eyebrow slightly as she studied them. Three, just for her? It didn't make any sense to her. She wished she knew more about this realm, knew more and maybe all of this would make sense to her. Why they would attack and capture somebody that had just walked into the city and chain them like this and send three men in.<br><br>When the one that appeared to be in charge walked toward the instruments her body went even more tense as she watched him. "My name's Winter," she answered, her voice smooth and her accent something not heard at all in his world. "What's yours?" she asked as she kept a slight eye on the other two as well. She didn't want something to happen without her being ready for it. "What is with all of this?" she asked as well. "All I did was walk into the city. I know I look a mess, but all I did was walk into the city and the next thing I know I've got a splitting headache and I'm waking up in here," she said as she studied all of them, trying to figure out what she had done wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 03:11:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Winter.&nbsp; So are witches now so very arrogant that they name themselves after the seasons?&nbsp; Or, do they believe the seasons should be named after themselves?”&nbsp; The one speaking is the same man who asked her name, and while he is the youngest of the three he is obviously the one in charge.&nbsp; Hanging back towards the door, the more portly individual stares at her with intense eyes while the rail thin man is pacing in large circles around the room.&nbsp; Not waiting for her to really answer, the one who spoke lifts up a rather wicked looking tool from the table.&nbsp; Running his fingers over the sharp edge, she might even catch that as he presses the flat of his thumb to the edge, scales appear to protect the man from being sliced open.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How you arrived here, your manner of dress…that is not really our concern.&nbsp; The question is the intent behind these actions.&nbsp; Your kind has not been seen here in long enough to nearly become myth.&nbsp; And now, now you are here.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; What do you have planned?&nbsp; Will more be coming through whatever portal you have?”&nbsp; As he speaks, he tries to place the torturous device down onto the table behind her silently.&nbsp; With it out of view, he was trying to trick her into believing that he still has the device in his hand as he moves close behind her.&nbsp; Leaning down to let out a slow breath along her neck, his head remains there as he whispers ever so slightly into her ear.&nbsp; “Now, do you wish to answer nicely?&nbsp; Or must persuasion be used?”&nbsp; With his voice soft in her ear, his hand comes up to touch a single manicured nail to the backside of her neck.&nbsp; At first he was hoping to make an impression on her neck so that she would believe the blade is there, but the moment he comes into contact with her there is something of an electric shock between them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 03:21:00</strong>
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				"You want to talk my name you need to take that up with my parents as they're the ones that named me, I didn't pick it," she stated as she watched him. Attitude was the only way she had of dealing with the situation. She had no control over what was happening. She was stuck in a realm with no way home, with not enough power to even begin trying to make a portal to go back home, trapped in chains and being interrogated by dragons. Attitude was the only thing she was in control of at the moment. Besides, she was more then willing to answer whatever they wanted. She had nothing to hide. Her only problem was, there was no reason for them to believe a single word she said.<br><br>As it appeared that the youngest of the three was where her attention needed to be she focused most of her attention on him, keeping an eye on the other two from time to time but focusing mostly on the one asking question. Her body went even more tense as he picked up the wicked looking tool and as she was paying close enough attention she saw the way the scales came up. A slight frown came to her lips before looking back at him as she listened closely as he went behind her. But she couldn't hear if he sat the tool down or not. A shiver ran through her as she felt the breath against her neck before a heavier shudder ran through her as she felt the electric shock. Turning her head she looked at him, "I don't need to be persuaded. I'll answer whatever questions you want answered. Hell, these chains aren't even needed. I'm a witch, yes. Through the bloodline, but I'm not that powerful to do anything. Especially to a dragon who has enough control over his changing as you do," she stated as she looked forward.<br><br>"I don't have a portal. The portal I came through was one way. Another witch sent me here, the reasons I don't know. I went to bed last night in my own bed and then I woke up in your forest outside of the city where I was attacked," she stated as she looked back at him. "You have no reason to fear more witches coming. The only one that has enough power to come after me is the one that I believe sent me here," she added. "Now can you please get the torture over with so you can see that my answers aren't going to change and you can get me out of these? My arms and legs are starting to hurt, I'm thirsty, and I'm about to die of hunger," she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 22:44:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Waving a dismissive hand towards his advisers, Koril keeps them at bay as the lady in the seat talks.&nbsp; Listening to her as she speaks, he keeps the light pressure of his fingernail against the tender skin of her neck.&nbsp; Pressing in lightly as he draws his finger downwards, it finally touches that little curve of where her neck and shoulder flow from one to the other.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So you understand where you are, and who I am.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; Since you have given your name however, I shall share part of mine.&nbsp; I am Prince Koril, the ruler of this city.”&nbsp; As he speaks, his voice rumbles out through his chest to fill the room.&nbsp; Filling his words with an unsaid power, they seem to linger about the air for a long moment after his lips have shut once again.&nbsp; But as she continues on with the attitude and bravado, his voice goes from speaking to a rolling chuckle.&nbsp; The sound of his mirth easily flows upwards from his chest, to have it fill the room as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You were sent ahead?&nbsp; Alone, and with no support?”&nbsp; Almost speaking to himself as he lifts his finger from her, his gaze then turns over towards his advisers.&nbsp; The two men had been watching the proceeds with a curious and almost predatory gaze, with the thin one seeming to lick his lips at times when looking towards the lovely lady in the chair.&nbsp; &nbsp;But at the words of their prince, the two other men look towards each other.&nbsp; Nodding once, some unsaid word is passed between the two of them before the larger man turns his gaze towards Koril.&nbsp; Giving a small nod of his head, he affirms the words that have been spoken by the lovely captive.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Furrowing his brow now as he catches the signs of his advisory, Koril tries to think of what this could mean.&nbsp; Was she really here alone?&nbsp; Was she hiding her powers?&nbsp; To him currently, he could not sense any aura of power around her, or any form of trying to disguise herself…&nbsp; Could she really be speaking the truth of this?&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly as he gathers his thoughts, he takes a step backwards to place a couple of feet in between the captive and himself.&nbsp; Lifting his hand, he makes a motion to send the two advisers from the room now.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 04:13:07</strong>
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				As his finger trails downwards a shiver ran through her body as it came to a stop. A small frown came to her lips. This was absolutely ridiculous. This dragon was here to interrogate her and here she was finding him attractive. How absolutely stupid could one be? Now she was irritated but at herself. <br><br>Looking back at him she watched the dragon that had been talking. Hearing the name her eyes widened slightly. It was the prince that got her. She wasn't sure what the hell was going to happen now. Looking down at the floor she chewed lightly on her bottom lip as she thought. Were they going to kill her, let her live, free her, imprison her? What the hell was going to happen? Things had to be pretty serious if the prince, the ruler of the city was coming to interrogate her himself instead of somebody lower on the rung. Things were a lot more dangerous then what she had thought previously.<br><br>Looking up she studied the two advisors. A shudder ran through her body at the way the one was looking at her. It made her worry that more then just imprisonment might happen. "I wasn't sent ahead. Nobody is going to follow me. I was sent here as punishment or something. I don't know why I was sent, but I can assure you that nobody is going to come after me," she answered as she looked back at Koril. Looking between him and the advisors she raised an eyebrow slightly as she watched the way they interacted and wondered what was happening, what was passing between them.<br><br>Left alone with the dragon prince her body tensed, more worried then ever. When the door closed she looked at Koril, "Look. I'm not powerful. You could do so much more damage to me then I can you. Will you please let me down? I can't feel either my arms and my legs are starting to cramp," she said as she watched him, waiting to see what he would say. Though she was waiting in general. Waiting to find out what was to be her fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 09:17:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While he watches the two other men leave the room, Koril simply stares at the lady as she remains within the chair there.&nbsp; What to do…what to do…&nbsp; His thoughts are running wild now, because if this lady is actually telling the truth, there are no ends to the possibilities.&nbsp; Who knows, he thinks, we could actually learn more about her kind.&nbsp; And she is rather attractive…&nbsp; Catching himself as his mind goes down that path, his hips shimmy a little from side to side as he controls the growing tightness within his pants.&nbsp; Unfortunately though, part of the dragon physiology includes pheromones that are released when aroused.&nbsp; Unable to control that aspect of him, a subtle pheromone is released as he watches this lady squirm a little in her seat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally walking around her chair to stand in front of her, his arms lift up and cross over his chest.&nbsp; Still keeping a close eye on her, his head finally nods one.&nbsp; With a flick of his fingers the bindings that are holding her to the chair loosen and flutter down to the ground.&nbsp; Inclining his head slightly now, one eyebrow perks slightly as he speaks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If what you say is true, then I have a simple question for you.”&nbsp; Chuckling low now, his eyes take on a bit of an inner light as he cannot help but give her a once over again.&nbsp; “What do you have to offer, in exchange for your life?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 18:51:49</strong>
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				A small frown came to her lips as she watched the other two left. Looking at the prince that was left she raised an eyebrow slightly. Studying him her nose wrinkled slightly. She caught something. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but she had caught something in the air. Looking up at the chains that were holding her arms she moved them slightly, her shoulders sore and wanting to focus on something other then the dragon that was quite a bit bigger then her and about what was to come. But what she was really trying to do was trying to think of something other then the attractiveness of the dragon. She knew thinking like that wouldn't help the situation at all. <br><br>When the chains were unhooked she sighed softly as she dropped her arms. She began to rotate her arms, trying to work the soreness out of her shoulders as she relaxed back against the chair as she just relaxed her body, a body that had been tensed for so long. <br><br>Hearing him she frowned a little bit as she looked back at him, studying him as she raised an eyebrow slightly, "Nothing," she answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 05:18:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Drumming his fingers along his bicep as his arms remain loosely crossed over his chest, Koril continues to watch this lady.&nbsp; His eyes have something of a bemused apathy in them as her shoulders move and she continues to stretch out any kinks and stiffness from her captivity.&nbsp; Standing at an idle ease, it would still be easily seen that his muscles are taught and ready to spring into motion at a moment’s notice.&nbsp; Remaining quiet as she relaxes and rolls her shoulders around, his chin inclines a few centimeters however when she says that she has nothing to offer in return for her life.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping closer towards her, his right arm slides free from his other arm to reach his hand towards her face.&nbsp; Should she not move, his finger touches under her chin so he might lift her face a little.&nbsp; Looking into her eyes, his voice is barely above a purring whisper now.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I would suggest then, you perhaps think of something.&nbsp; If nothing else, offer yourself to be kept and studied.&nbsp; Or even you could abase yourself at my feet.&nbsp; The options are endless really; if you wish to remain off of the funeral pyre, of course.&nbsp; Or my little witch, is that your goal here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Dragon (Yandros/DRD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 21:54:19</strong>
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				Watching him she raised an eyebrow slightly as a small frown came to her lips. She was trying to figure everything out. Which wasn't an easy thing at all. Relaxing back in the chair, her mind continued to run as she tried to think about everything and understand it. As his finger went underneath her chin and lifted her head she looked at him. Raising an eyebrow slightly she frowned slightly as she studied him. As she listened to him her eyes narrowed. She reached up and pushed his hand away as she stood and crossed her arms as she watched him.<br><br>"The possibilities are not endless," she stated coolly as she watched him. "You have no reason to study me. I don't have much power at all and not enough to be of any interest to anybody and I'm not going to trade myself just to survive. I won't do it," she stated coldly as she continued to watch him as she kept her arms crossed as she studied him. "I'm not going to beg. You're going to do what you want to do with me and I'm not going to bed," she said as she kept her arms crossed as she kept her eyes on him, wondering what he was going to do now.
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