When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)
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				Title: <strong>When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 07:27:37</strong>
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				Shyrae prowled through an oddly colored forest, at least to the eyes of man. The leaves of most of the trees took bright colors such as red and orange rather than the green of 'normal' tress. To Shyrae this was normal. Her red body blended in well with its surroundings as she slipped between the trees. She could have easily been mistaken for a hunter, but this she was not for the moment.<br><br>The dracones were avid hunters, and Shyrae was certainly capable, but her errand amongst the bright trees was a different one today. At the coming of age of a young dracone the dracone undertook a vision quest. The spirits of their ancestors would sometimes appear on these quests, sometimes they found an animal which would give them insight to themselves, sometimes they never returned...<br><br>Shyrae's nerves were in bundles as she slipped through the trees, the claws on her feet gently parting the earth as she moved over it. Her ears rung with the words her father, the chieftain of her tribe, had spoken to her when their feast had finished. <em>"Go and seek your vision, my young child, and come back with the blessing of our ancestors upon you."</em><br><br>The thing he hadn't said outright was that if she found no vision she was not to return, such was their tradition. It was now the third day of her quest; she had not eaten since that feast. Her stomach rumbled as she walked and she found herself wondering if it scared away the animals; the forest seemed entirely too empty. The scents were familiar to her, however. These plants, these leaves in this sacred forest, were used by the shaman to induce visions, heal injuries, and bless certain ceremonies. This forest was unlike the others, but it was one she had enjoyed sneaking into several times as a child, and the one in which she felt most at home.<br><br>Perhaps it was Shyrae's hunger that kept her from noticing the eyes upon her. Her tail curled round her as she moved, her nakedness not something that even occurred to her while she prayed to find something, at this point <em>anything</em>. She'd originally been praying to find an ancestor waiting among the trees for her, but now she was hungry, tired, and afraid. The last vision quest had taken much less time. Her webbed ears opened a little as she moved and her nose wrinkled very slightly as she sniffed the air which made the yellow lines across the top of it contort a little. <em>'Nothing...'</em> She made a fist with her four-fingered hand and popped some of her knuckles in the process. <em>'Maybe I should just fake it,'</em> she thought, but she knew she couldn't go through with that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 15:52:01</strong>
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				Sleeping the past few weeks had been... unusual.&nbsp; Though his memories of the dreams he had quickly vanished from the young man's mind, there were some images that were extraordinarily vivid, so much so that he had almost decided to write a novel based upon them.&nbsp; A forest of odd shades of red and orange rather than green stuck out the most, he could remember several times that he had seen such an unusual scene within his dreams.&nbsp; In one scene, he could remember seeing something vaguely serpentine rustling through them, perhaps something like a snake.<br><br>But today was something even more different to be seen.&nbsp; This time, he had seen... well, someone.&nbsp; At least, he figured that the being was intelligent, and female.&nbsp; Her red... scales?&nbsp; Skin?&nbsp; He couldn't tell from the dream.&nbsp; It had been her, or so the young sleeping man decided upon, that he had seen going through the trees before.&nbsp; The color of her body, red with gold along her front down to her thighs, would easily mark her as capable of slipping through the forest undetected by someone who didn't know better.&nbsp; Like himself.<br><br>In his world, there were no such people.&nbsp; Merely humans, using technology to get them back and forth from work, purchasing food from the supermarkets, and other fun forms of entertainment to pass the time.&nbsp; He watched her body- it was obvious that the being was female, thanks to her breasts.&nbsp; They were not overly large, but seemed a good handful at the most.&nbsp; Was she cold blooded or warm blooded?&nbsp; There was no way for him to guage the temperature within the scene he imagined her in.&nbsp; He could almost feel her hunger, oddly, but that was more likely a result of his tired mind telling him to wake up and eat breakfast.<br><br>But his body just lay in bed and the dream continued.&nbsp; There was another rustling from nearby within the forest, a mammal appearing snout first from the bushes.&nbsp; It was an odd face, as if someone had merged a goat's head with a pig's, and as the body came out from within the bushes, it looked like a shaggy-haired goat's body with long legs that brought it to about three feet tall.&nbsp; He didn't know what to call it, but he had a feeling that it probably was a prey animal in that world, if anything at all.&nbsp; It certainly didn't fit his description of a pet at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 23:59:24</strong>
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				Shyrae thought she might go mad from hunger at this rate, but paused in her trek and leaned against a nearby tree, its bark was the only thing that set apart her red skin in this forest, the actual leaves being red and orange. She rested a hand on her golden belly, its four digits covering the part which seemed to rumble the loudest to her. A smile took her lips as she thought about her feast, wishing she'd eaten a little more of the wonderful food they'd prepared.<br><br>A noise brought her out of her reverie. The sound of something breaking int he trees. Looking forward she saw an animal, <em>'My... my guide?'</em> She was looking at a rhynesh. It was a grazing animal that her people did not often encounter. They usually stayed to fields, sometimes to the edges of forests, but certainly not so deep in. It looked at her, and she felt indignant. "I'm better than <em>you</em>." She hissed at the prey animal. Her memory trying to recall any time one of the dracones had found an animal of prey for its spirit guide. Only two came to mind, one the greatest shaman in their history, the other the blackest sheep.<br><br>She drew herself forward, off the tree's bark, and lashed out at it. If this were her spirit guide, it would not waver from the sudden movements. The creature drew back a few feet, but stood regarding her coolly and she felt a sense of dread come upon her. A snort passed through its nose and it charged her. "Wh-? Woah!" She'd never seen one act aggressively and she was caught completely off-guard. As it leapt into her chest she went reeling back and landed hard on the ground, the wind passing from her lungs.<br><br>The rhynesh kept moving, it moved off her and stood behind her. The same cool look in its eyes as she rolled onto her stomach, her breasts in pain from the impact of the animal. She looked into those cool eyes and couldn't help but smile. "Maybe not then." The words were broken by her gasps for air. It snorted at her as she got up to her feet, brushing the dust from her, still drawing breaths in ragged, pained gasps. The creature walked toward her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 02:22:03</strong>
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				There was a sense of dread that he could feel in the dream, something that he wasn't sure was his own feeling.&nbsp; The dragon-like woman faced down some wild animal, though the animal seemed to get the better of her as it attacked her and knocked the red-scaled one down.&nbsp; She had taunted it... but why would the animal react like that?&nbsp; He didn't understand at all.&nbsp; So focused was he on the dream, so deeply asleep was the young man that it all seemed more real than anything else.<br><br>In her realm, she might notice some sort of shimmering on the beast that was now walking towards her.&nbsp; It wasn't so much reflecting light as it was absorbing it somewhat, the air around it as if it was super-heated.&nbsp; The rhynesh stood there, a few feet away from her, just staring at the dracones that had encountered it.&nbsp; It was like the animal awaited something from her, and while she recovered from it's lunge, the beast just rested, more like the rhynesh that she was more used to seeing, or at least had heard of before.&nbsp; More... docile.&nbsp; But the glint in its eyes hinted that it would not take any insults, which denoted intelligence.&nbsp; <br><br>And it was that intelligence that made the rhynesh bow its head to her, as if to answer the question in her mind... the one that was asking herself if this was, perhaps, her spirit guide.&nbsp; Was it to answer her question or just something the animal did on a whim? The only way to know for certain was to try and make a connection.<br><br>The one who saw this smiled in his sleep, the covers barely over his torso as his left hand rested beneath them.&nbsp; The darkness covered the light that might otherwise wake the mostly light sleeper up, shining from a symbol upon the back of that hand as he slept there.&nbsp; His body was situated on his right side, facing the door that led into the apartment.&nbsp; His room was quite warm and a fan blew from behind him, cooling the air itself by moving it a bit- though it did little to fight the heat, it was enough to let him sleep comfortably in this oddly warm weather.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 05:36:20</strong>
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				The air was hot in the jungle, a wonderful feeling for a dracone. Her eyes whisked around, she felt like she was being watched by more than just the Rhynesh, but she saw nothing odd aside from the creature itself. As her nerves settled she looked back at it.<br><br>Shyrae watched the prey animal, and it watched her. <em>'Fine...'</em> She thought as she turned and started back to the village. <em>'I wonder what my father will think of this...'</em> The bright undergrowth of the jungle seemed to move aside for her, but this was really simply her skill at navigating it. Clearly the trees were frequent company to the huntress who slid through the world beneath their bright canopy. <br><br>As she walked her hunger started to get the better of her, and before long she broke into a swift gait with almost the feel of a large feline's graceful movements. Her round, golden eyes swept over her surroundings as she passed, noting every possible path that could bring her danger. Even in her distracted state she still payed close attention. <br><br>Almost as suddenly as her gait had changed, Shyrae disappeared from the watcher's view. She was well on her way home, but something else was in store for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 06:38:37</strong>
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				The young man woke as the red-scaled one darted back into the forest, and the memory began to fade... but not entirely.&nbsp; His eyes opened to the darkness of the early morning and he silently groaned as he just lay in bed, looking up towards the unseen ceiling above.&nbsp; His mind was recalling all the details he could of the odd dream, and indeed he just went to his computer desk and started typing everything into it, making sure to save it as a journal entry.&nbsp; There was something about the dream that seemed so vivid, full of life... a life that he typically missed out on.&nbsp; As a quiet young man, Arik had no choice about what he did.&nbsp; Silent through no fault of his own or others as far as any could tell, he brought his left hand up from beneath the covers and he blinked.&nbsp; Had he just seen light from it?&nbsp; He watched the back of his hand for a moment, the symbol on it dormant once more.<br><br>With a shrug, Arik finished with the file and continued to get ready for the morning- the routine continued for six days before he came home from work exhausted.&nbsp; Without dinner, and without even changing, he fell onto his bed and was fast asleep, body finally relaxing after having to do a massive clean-up at work that day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 12:36:27</strong>
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				Shyrae felt the time pass. Her homecoming had been greeted with great celebration, even after she'd told them the spirit guide. No one mentioned Rykath, the black sheep of their people. Instead they all talked about the wise shaman Ailoune. Something weighed on Shyrae's mind though. She was no shaman.<br><br>Hunting helped pass the time a little faster. The thrill of chasing prey animals through the trees and the bigger thrill of chasing other hunters both helped settle her nerves. Passing over the wild undergrowth was swift, unfettered. She knew it so well, and the trees knew her and accepted her. Coming home each night to the village was hard. Her mind always brought about those dark thoughts. Would she be the next Rykath, the next dracone to destroy the chance of unity for their fragmented civilization?<br><br>Oh, sure, the dracones stuck together to fight outside threats, but currently the color of their scales was enough to set them in factions. Shyrae's steps through the village this week after her Vision Quest lacked the surety of most young dracones who'd returned successful from such. Her steps were heavy, her face was drawn in thought. Still, she stopped here and there to help others. <br><br>They lived against a cliff face. Most of the important homes, the chieftan's, the shaman's, the strongest of the warriors, were cut into the cliff. The stone provided shelter and safety. Shyrae had always preferred being under the stars. Waking to the touch of the sun in the morning, its warming embrace bringing energy to the start of her day. She remembered many days of basking in the sunlight just outside of the small hole in the cliff that led to her father's little cave.<br><br>Today she decided to do just that. Her heavy steps led her to the rocks she used to lay on and she dropped the remains of her prey that day, a male panther, against the cliff before laying down. The sun was hot in the jungle, as it almost always was, and as her stomach rest against the relatively cool surface of the stones, her back began to draw in the heat of its rays. Her scales grew warmer as she rested there, her golden eyes hidden behind red eyelids and the golden stripes across her nose brighter than the rest of her red scales. <br><br>Soon her memories were whisked away an a soft smile crept to her scaly lips. Her eyes opened lazily and she saw the goings-on of the village. Huts made of the jungle wood housed the other families. Children moved in and out, some training, others playing. Fires were being built for cooking that evening. Male and Female dracones moved through the huts and fires and children, all doing something productive. Some made baskets, some thatched roofs, some brought water from the stream nearby. Others still prepared to cook a meal and watched the children to be sure their mischief wasn't too great.<br><br>Something caught Shyrae's attention from the corner of her eye and she turned toward it. To the side, behind the huts, she thought she saw something, but it was indistinct. <em>'Tricks of the heat,'</em> she told herself. Still her eyes lingered on the spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 03:37:05</strong>
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				He found himself viewing some sort of... well, a cliff.&nbsp; With holes in it, maybe something like he'd seen once before about native american tribes in the southwest of North America.&nbsp; Something about small camps or even a few large ones, built into the side of cliffs- was this where he got the setting for this dream?&nbsp; Arik couldn't know for sure, even as his sight brought him to see a number of possible villagers.&nbsp; He was rather surprised to see more beings like the dragon-like female about a week ago, but what was equally surprising was the unusual sensation of extreme heat that made him shiver and even sweat.<br><br>In fact, though he might seem as if he was a mirage to within the dream, he could even be seen, though not wearing more than his boxers- as he was in bed right now.&nbsp; Holding a hand out, he could almost feel the wood of the nearby hut as he started to wonder just what kind of dream this was.&nbsp; Glancing around, he took in the sensations of this other-worldly place, not entirely sure what was happening but rather amazed at the strange idea that he was actually interacting with the dream this time, rather than simply viewing.<br><br>Three stripes caught his eyes, finding the female from a week before by seeing those gold scratches upon her face, and he smiled a little, giving a little wave to her as if to say hello.&nbsp; None of the others around the village reacted to his movements, and he didn't even have a scent that they could react to either.&nbsp; Instead, Arik stepped away from the hut and looked to where some of the youngsters were bringing buckets of water from the stream and towards the various huts and caves inside the face of the cliff that towered over the small village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 00:42:29</strong>
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				Shyrae blinked, seeing the rhynesh walk around the hut's side and something stranger in the mirage. Shyrae nimbly got to her feet, the claws on her toes gently scratching into the ground as she started moving forward. <em>'Is that really my spirit? They... They never reappear...'</em> She'd never hear of it happening at least and as she drew near she confirmed that it was. It stood beside the hut, aloof and observant and the movement in the mirage caught her eye again.<br><br><em>'What the? A skinling, here?'</em> She hadn't seen a human in her entire life. The strange creatures with their smooth skin were unwelcomed by the dracones, having been a chief reason that her people had been driven apart to begin with. <br><br>Shyrae's golden eyes burned with hatred for a moment, but as she moved closer to inspect the creature more she felt something. What it was she couldn't say, but there was some kind of connection between them. The hate seeped from her eyes almost as quickly as it had come and Shyrae was left feeling rather strange. It kept wavering in and out of her vision, though it never faded completely. "What are you doing here?" Her hands and feet tensed the claws burying into the ground and slightly into her scales from the gesture, but they relaxed again and her red face remained trained on the vision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 19:51:19</strong>
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				It was almost a shock that someone spoke to him- rarely did anyone speak to him in his dreams, and even then he found that he could normally almost control what was said.&nbsp; Not so this time, he found, as the young man turned and faced the one he had waved to only a moment before.&nbsp; The redhead smiled politely, though the anger that seemed to be exuded from her caused him to take a step back... and then he fell over, landing on his ass even as her anger seemed to evaporate.<br><br>She would be able to notice an aura around him- and although it sparked some sort of familiarity between them, he wasn't sure about what that was about himself.&nbsp; One thing it did do was cause both to disappear from the scene around them- though they could see the village and the villagers going about their things, they were basically set apart from them, as long as she stood near.&nbsp; Arik glanced up to her, green eyes opening as he picked himself back up before he'd answer the question.&nbsp; "I'm... not sure.&nbsp; I think I'm dreaming." he replied, though she would hear his words in her head and not vocally.&nbsp; Arik smiled a bit as he looked the girl over, even as he stood there at just under 5'10".&nbsp; His red hair was darker than her scales were, and he wore nothing more than his boxers.&nbsp; That was something that didn't bother him at all, since it was his dream.<br><br>But looking at her, he couldn't help but to feel his pulse quicken a bit, heart beating a little faster as he wondered why she'd been angry at him a moment ago.&nbsp; "Um, my name is Arik.&nbsp; What's yours?" he asked her now, figuring it was his turn to ask a question.&nbsp; At least she hadn't jumped him or tried to hurt him yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 07:59:27</strong>
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				Shyrae blinked as he fell back and even felt somewhat guilty. <em>'How.. odd..'</em> She thought to herself as she watched him stand back up. Part of her felt like she should help him, and that was odd too. <em>'What.. eyes..'</em> She thought, and then blinked realizing she was staring. She caught his words though and nodded.<br><br>"I only ask cause skinlings aren't.. well, aren't welcome here." She noted the change in their surroundings and felt that she should have been ill-at-ease because of it, but for whatever reason the dracone felt calm.<br><br>His voice was in her head, that too was strange, and she came to realize that he was somehow different from the inhabitants of this place, this world, her home. How she couldn't say, but she thought she would find out. "I'm Shyrae.." She committed his name to memory and brushed some small specks of dirt from her bare breasts before holding her hand out to him, small claws and all. It was plain to see the strange woman had no reservations whatsoever about being naked before the skinling Arik as her gold eyes met his green ones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 17:14:43</strong>
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				Skinlings... it was a word he wasn't familiar with, but was able to understand after a moment.&nbsp; So she really had scales?&nbsp; That made sense, he thought, and he smiled a little to her.&nbsp; "If I am not welcome here, I should probably go.&nbsp; I do not want to cause any problems, for you or myself." he thought to her, just before noticing the hand that was extended to him.&nbsp; His gaze also caught sight of her naked breast, causing him to blush a little before he looked back up to her face.&nbsp; Automatically, his own hand came out to take hers, giving the woman a firm handshake despite the small claws that lightly dug into his skin.<br><br>With their eyes met with one another, he couldn't help but to smile a little more.&nbsp; In his reality, the symbol on the back of his left hand shined brightly even as he felt an odd surge of electricity in his body in the dream.&nbsp; The shiver that escaped him as he held Shyrae's hand caused him to smile a little more for some reason.&nbsp; "You truly are a beautiful woman, Shyrae.&nbsp; Thank you for not driving me away quickly." he said to her, his voice again in her head than in her ears.&nbsp; He was rather captivated by her eyes as well, and he licked his lips quickly, as they had gone quite dry as a result of the heat surrounding them.<br><br>One thing that she would likely notice was the young man's scent as he sweated in the intense heat- the redhead was not used to such temperatures like she was, not one bit.&nbsp; Beads of moisture would begin to collect and then slide down his face as he slipped his hand slowly from hers finally, the contrast of cooler moisture and the hot air making him have to fight to keep himself from shivering again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 04:51:34</strong>
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				Shyrae breathed in through her slitted nostrils, his scent mixed with the dusty smell of the cliff face and the more vibrant smells of the jungle's edge not far away. He shook her hand, an odd gesture to the dracone. She'd put her hand out expecting him to curl fingers with her. It was a sign of trust between two dracones, but this made sense from a skinling, she remembered hearing about their strange habits.<br><br>Shyrae's lips curled into a smile of sorts even as Arik's lips did the same and his words surprised her a little. "Heh.. I suppose... thank you." They didn't talk about beauty often. Strength, speed, cunning, and vision were chief among the values of the dracones, but still it was nice to hear. <br><br>She noticed how dry his lips had been only when he licked them. She chuckled a little, "I suppose it would be a bit hot here for a skinling." She couldn't place what it was, but something certainly seemed to connect her to the skinling. Sometimes she felt it in strong pulls, the intensity an oddity as they'd only just met.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 05:09:41</strong>
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				He wasn't sure why his compliment seemed to fall flat, but the young man was somewhat more puzzled by the way that she seemed rather unsure about his handshake.&nbsp; "It is a bit warm, yeah.&nbsp; Um, I'm sorry if I didn't greet you very well.&nbsp; I don't really know anything about you or your people, Shyrae, but I'd like to learn if I could be allowed to." he told her, the redhead not too certain about his request.&nbsp; Perhaps she'd think he's a spy or something by asking that so soon?&nbsp; <br><br>There was no way to know and it was too late to take back the request.&nbsp; He had meant it only to try and get the conversation moving once more, but Arik just wanted to spend time learning about her and her people... She truly did intrigue him, even if this was all but a dream.
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				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 05:17:40</strong>
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				She blinked a little, somewhat surprised and then realized what he must have meant. "Oh, you didn't do anything wrong... I mean. I'm not used to you either. We do things a little differently, and we prize strength, agility, and prowess over beauty, but I did mean it when I thanked you. I don't think I've been called beautiful before, or at least, not to my face." The smile she wore was congenial enough as she took him in. Her golden eyes still intently upon his face. "I wouldn't mind teaching you a little. I don't think there would be any harm in it," she added as an afterthought.<br><br>"Starting with a greeting, we do this.." She held her two hands together, the fingers curled so her claws very nearly cut into the soft flesh under her hands. "It's a.. trust thing, but you couldn't really emulate it with your fingers, I don't think." She let her hands fall, the red scales on her body shining healthily and full of warmth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 05:38:17</strong>
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				He smiled a bit and nodded to her.&nbsp; "Maybe not.&nbsp; But I can try, right?" he replied, and copied her movements.&nbsp; But to her scales, it probably felt more like he was tickling her than anything else.&nbsp; His face was a little red from the heat, the young human's mind somehow calm despite that.&nbsp; Arik considered for a moment, and then nodded once more.&nbsp; "In my culture, we prize intelligence and overall ability.&nbsp; We're probably not that different in that way." he commented, and then smiled.&nbsp; "And you've shown a lot of leniency towards me already, I'm grateful for that."<br><br>The redhead grinned and then he fell a bit more somber.&nbsp; "Um... is it normal for your people to go without wearing anything?&nbsp; I mean, in this heat even I wouldn't want to wear anything, but still.&nbsp; My people always wear clothes, no matter the weather, when around others."
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				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 07:44:16</strong>
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				Shyrae smiled a little at Arik's efforts. It was amusing at the least, but she couldn't really feel his fingers when they brushed against her scales so lightly and she had to be very careful with her own claws. She chuckled. Then he asked her about clothing... "Clothes?" she asked, never having heard of them. "You mean armor? Sometimes we use armor, but.. I guess that's what skinlings call the soft layer?" And as she asked she gently tugged the fabric of his boxers with her clawed hands, and managed not to tear them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 07:50:47</strong>
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				He nodded slightly.&nbsp; "Yeah, basically.&nbsp; That's a good way to call them." he stated, though when she tugged on the boxers he was a bit surprised when they just seemed to slide down his legs, leaving him about as nude as she was before him.&nbsp; Arik smiled nervously, unsure how she'd react when even now he was realizing that he was actually half erect just by being close to the dragon-girl and talking with her.&nbsp; Arik glanced back up, not really sure what to say if she'd noticed that at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 08:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyrae blinked a little as the 'soft layers' just slid on down to the ground, her eyes followed them there before moving back up Arik's body. She didn't seem to notice anything as her eyes didn't pause or linger but found his own. "Seems silly to me." She said plainly, her nudenity and his clearly not an issue for her.<br><br>The dracone said something else though, "The pelt grows like horses for you... Long, flowing, but only in those places. So odd." She gestured first to her head, then between her legs pulling her clawed digits from her body as though pulling them through strands of hair. She grinned, "Skinlings here, women at least, kept it so long we could drag them by it." The thought that the last statement might disturb Arik didn't seem to cross her mind either. Her red scales shone softly, and her gold ones bright as she smiled at him in the heat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 21:06:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at the thought.&nbsp; Sure, hair on the head was often grown long for many women in the real world... but from what she hinted at, it seemed ludicrous to believe that women even here might grow their nether hairs as long as she suggested!&nbsp; "Well, I've never met a, ah, skinling woman with hair quite that long down there." he replied, smiling back to her.&nbsp; He stretched slightly, and then looked back to her.&nbsp; "It does feel a bit better without that on.&nbsp; It is a little less warm now." he commented, Arik's body adapting to the heat finally.<br><br>Arik gave her a curious look, glancing around her to see her tail.&nbsp; "Shyrae, I do not mean to be rude at all, but I was wondering... could I touch your scales?" he asked her, and then looked back to her golden eyes to wait for her response.&nbsp; To be honest, he was rather curious about her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 09:47:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyrae was unphased by the 'soft layers' absence. Her eyes remained mainly on his face, occasionally his chest or hair. The question seemed to surprise her a little and she tilted her head at Arik, her golden stripes temporarily angling as she looked at him. "I.. don't see why not, Arik." She watched him, curious just what had made him want to touch her scales, but moved a little closer, close enough he wouldn't have to approach her to reach her. Her breathing was steady and her golden eyes now rested on his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 16:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, the young man watching as she stepped up to him.&nbsp; With barely a foot between their bodies now, Arik's hands moved up and swept along her arms, fingers moving slowly upon her scales to feel them in his hands.&nbsp; Dry, mostly, and rougher than skin he found.&nbsp; Up along her arms and to her shoulders, which he experimentally rubbed and kneaded for a second, his job in his world taking over for a short moment before he smiled softly.&nbsp; Her muscles were quite firm and compact along her body, and he felt them in her arms and shoulders when he touched her.&nbsp; "I've never felt someone's scales like yours before, Shyrae.&nbsp; Thank you." he told her, hands still on her shoulders before he slid them off of her body and rested them back at his sides.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 18:00:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dracone couldn't decide why she felt as she did when he touched her. Pure affection seemed to well up inside her as she stood there with the skinling's hands on her shoulders and arms. His touch was gentle, probing, curious. Her golden eyes gleamed softly as she watched his smooth hand run along her scales. She felt like she was noticing them for the first time. "You're no warrior, Skinling." She spoke decidedly. his hands were too soft. Soon after she chuckled.<br><br>He pulled his hands away and rested them at his sides. Shyrae found she didn't want that; she enjoyed the feel of him in contact with her. She caught his hand just before it reached his side, her claws barely avoiding contacting his skin with quite an amount of precision. She lifted it to her stomach, to those softer, golden scales. To his words she smiled a scaly smile and said, "I can tell. If you had you would have touched me here.. Where the scales are softer, smoother, warmer." <br><br><em>'Why do I feel so strongly for the skinling? We've only just met, but then, the rhynesh.. Are they somehow connected..? Are we...?'</em> She could only imagine the scandal that would come of her telling her father her spirit guardian was not simply a rhynesh, but a skinling as well. No, she decided, she would keep this to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 06:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I'm not... there aren't many warriors, where I come from." he replied, smiling slightly.&nbsp; He had been surprised when she caught his hand, and he stepped even closer as she lifted his hand to her stomach.&nbsp; Softer, warmer... smoother.&nbsp; Almost like the scales were moist, oddly, yet they were still dry all the same.&nbsp; His hand rubbed with a firmer touch than he had before- this was something she would feel, this time, as more than just an exploratory touch.&nbsp; Now, he knew or at least had a feeling as to what her scales could take.<br><br>Arik smiled warmly, his hand rubbing firmly upon her belly.&nbsp; "You must trust me... where the body is soft is often a point of attack.&nbsp; If you wish, you may touch me as well, Shyrae.&nbsp; I trust you." he said to her with a smile, his free hand moving to take hers and guide her to his own stomach.&nbsp; He was in shape, not overweight.&nbsp; His muscles were defined lightly, not overly-muscular like some body-builders seemed to prefer themselves to be.&nbsp; He was more lithe, a swimmer or a runner rather than someone with actual physical strength.<br><br>That just meant speed and endurance, instead.&nbsp; As he touched her, he couldn't help but to enjoy it, even as his hand slid up and down upon her scales.&nbsp; On one swipe along her middle, his hand slid down a little far, but not enough to where a woman's sex would be on a human in comparison to her body.&nbsp; Perhaps a few inches from there, at the most, however, but he raised his hand swiftly back up her golden scales, fingertips raking along them and digging his nails in firmly.&nbsp; Not really likely to break through a scale, of course, but he wanted to make sure she actually felt it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 09:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyrae smiled a little as Arik touched her stomach. He seemed less hesitant, and for some reason the touch pleased her. She could feel it against her scales, but more than that she felt his touch as the soothing attention a person gives their lover in a time of unrest. It was a strange feeling for the young dracone, for until recently affection had been a very rare thing in her life. The occasional praise from her father for doing something right was about the extent of her experience with it.<br><br>Now... now she felt something stir within her as his fingers ran over her scales and it touched her in a familiar, if slightly more intimate, way as her father's touch. Her golden eyes found his again, and she tilted her face down to look at them closer. The stripes across her nose gleaming in the sunlight as her neck bent slightly. He took her hand then, and it surprised her too. He led it, with its sharp claws, to his soft belly, much more vulnerable than hers. He told her he trusted her. The dracone quirked her head to the side a little as she ran her fingers over his stomach, her rougher scales barely skimming the surface. She couldn't really feel his skin, not when she had to be so gentle, but the gesture was one of such trust.<br><br>"You're not so bad, Skinling," she said with a smile as she very gently tried to tickle him with the underside of her four fingers. His hand swept very low, very close to her, and she shifted her stance a little in response, her eyes closing briefly before they fixed back on his. "Arik.." she corrected herself. He trusted her, and she liked him.. She would make an effort not to call him the name her people had given his kind; it was derogatory in nature.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 09:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers pressed firmly along the golden scales of the dracone's stomach, Arik smiling all the while as he rubbed along where he would be allowed to.&nbsp; She shifted in her stance and he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad response from her- she hadn't attacked him, so it couldn't have been too bad at least.&nbsp; Shivering in his own response to her touch, the young man grinned back up to her as she finally called him by his name.&nbsp; Her touch began to excite him, though she did seem about ready to tickle him rather than anything else with her clawed fingers.<br><br>"Thank you, Shyrae." he responded with that smile on his face, hand stroking her belly scales up along her front to just under her breasts, not quite touching them while following the curve of her softer scales.&nbsp; He stepped in close, and reached around her with his free hand- this one would drag his fingernails, raking along near the base of the dracone's tail, before he placed his hand upon it and squeezed firmly to feel the powerful muscles contained within.&nbsp; Very nearly chest to chest, he looked up to the taller one, several inches shorter and he blinked as he caught her scent from this distance quite easily.&nbsp; His own would likely be caught from far away by someone like her, thanks to his sweating from the heat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 00:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyrae's strong fingers ran over his stomach for a bit, a few sweeps. She knew her claws could have easily sliced open that soft flesh, but she liked this one. She eventually pulled her hand back, enjoying the sweep of his own over her, she smiled. "You're a strange one. But.. So am I it seems. Most would not talk to you."<br><br>She didn't add that most would have killed him on sight. Her form shifted, the claws on her feet making little cuts into the earth, making little ravines in the smooth soil of the ground. "Can they see you?" She asked gesturing toward the village where the other dracones went about their business. She wasn't sure if he would know or not, but she still asked curious what this skinling could do. Was it him making her feel so strongly toward him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 02:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not the first time I've been called strange." he commented, and grinned a little before shivering when her warm hand left his skin.&nbsp; The young man blinked when she mentioned the others, and the redhead glanced over to see the other dracones that were just ignoring them.&nbsp; But it wasn't even like they were ignoring them, but more like they weren't even seen in the first place.<br><br>"Um... I don't know." he replied, and then waved towards one particularly crimson dracone as he came closer to them.&nbsp; The dracone didn't even bat an eye or twitch a tail as he continued on past the pair, headed for the river with a pair of buckets in his hands.&nbsp; Arik shrugged, looking back to Shyrae.&nbsp; "I guess they don't see me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 06:47:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyrae chuckled a little, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed in the scent of him, and of the villagers nearby. He didn't seem to know if they could see him or not, and even waved at one passing by. Shyrae's hand shot out to catch his arm, but she stopped short as the dracone just kept walking. They couldn't see him.. Or her..? <br><br>It surprised her the young dracone hadn't said hello to her. Almost all of the villagers did whenever she was moving through the village itself. She scratched the scales on the back of her red head as she watched the dracone walk away. Those sharp claws dragged across the scales in the direction of their growth, this way they would not hurt her. Shyrae's golden eyes finally returned to Arik and she said, "Evidently they don't see me either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 16:18:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her, and shrugged.&nbsp; "Guess I'm not as memorable as you think I am." he teased, and chuckled softly.&nbsp; The skinling licked his lips again as her golden eyes connected with his emeralds, and he felt his body rather slick with sweat from all the heat.&nbsp; "Could we go over to some shade, Shyrae?&nbsp; I think I'm almost melting." he asked her, unsure if it'd be any better in shade or not.&nbsp; It had to be, he hoped, better than being in the sun as it shone down upon them and the entire area in general.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crystaltears</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 21:42:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyrae shrugged. "Sure. Best shade's in the jungle under the trees. The cliff face retains the heat like our scales do." She knew she didn't have to explain, but she did anyway and headed toward the treeline not too far from the forest.<br><br>"Is it like this where you come from, Arik?" It seemed odd to her that he was not adjusted to the heat, perhaps the only reason she thought to ask. Her red tail swayed behind her gently as she walked. She took a slow pace for the skinling's sake. He wouldn't be able to keep up if she moved quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Worlds Collide (Arlyn and crystaltears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 07:00:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No.&nbsp; It's a lot colder than this, most of the time.&nbsp; Except maybe in summer... that's in a few months though.&nbsp; It'll be about this hot then." he replied, turning to follow her towards the jungle's taunting shade that loomed not too far away from them.&nbsp; A step or two behind Shyrae, he couldn't help but to watch her tail weave about between them, and he smiled as he reached forward and gripped the large appendage firmly.&nbsp; Her scales had told him that unless they were yellow, they weren't very sensitive, and the upper part of her tail was very red, in keeping with the rest of her back.<br><br>Squeezing playfully, he slid his grasp down her tail with that same firm grip, releasing her after a moment as the blessed shade washed over them.&nbsp; His own body could feel the reduction in heat already, though it was still somewhat minor in difference so far.
			</dd>
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