Dragon Kin (Hyacinth and FallenAngelNajdan )
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Kin (Hyacinth and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:25:39</strong>
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				Isadora knew that the day would not be well when she saw the looks on the ladies in waiting’s faces when she entered the chamber. She quickly thought of all her chores, trying to remember if she had done each one to perfection. Her dark blue dress fell limply around her, indicating her status as a low servant in the house hold unlike the fluffy dresses of the women who looked at her in disgust. Isadora’s brown eyes had long ago lost their joy for life when she came into the mistress’s care. Hard work and abuse had made her bitter but more than often just sad. She knew that even though her duty required her to sacrifice the little dignity her father had instilled in her but Isadora was better than the diseased, homeless peasants that roamed the muddy streets.&nbsp; For some reason, Princess Jane had decided that she loved to have Isadora around her only to make her life as miserable as possible. Isadora tried to please the future queen by doing extra chores but Jane was only happy when Isadora was humiliated or mistreated. Isadora was grateful that she had been able to maintain her chastity but now even that had become threaten by Jane's visiting cousin. <br><br>Approaching the princess laying in her bed, Isadora could see that a new woman whispered into Jane’s ear. Cold blue eyes snapped to Isadora as she approached the bed. “You dare to enter my room without knocking,” she snarled while rising from her pillows. Isadora could slap herself for her mistake since it could have easily been avoided. “Come here,” Jane requested impatiently, patting a spot near her bed. Isadora moved quickly to the side of the bed to be welcomed by the firm hand of her mistress. The sound of the slap crackled across the room. Isadora could feel her face turning bright red from embarrassment and an ounce of pain. Jane chuckled lightly before turning back to the woman she had been speaking to as if she had just given Isadora a loving hug. Isadora was not sure if she should leave the room since it seemed like Jane was dismissing her presence. Just when Isadora was about to step away from the bed, Jane turned back to her. “Do you know where The Cave of Hundaras River is located?” she asked, watching Isadora’s face carefully. Isadora opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the princess speaking again, “I want you to go down there and fetch me a gift. I do not want just any gift from the cave. I want something from the very back of the cave.” <br><br><br>Isadora could feel her face become redder as she lowered her eyes to the floor. Hundaras cave was a dangerous place. Many strange occurrences had been told about the surrounding area. No one dared venture into the cave for fear of their lives. “I shall send my soldiers with you to make sure that you actually go into the cave. I give you till nightfall to bring me back my gift.&nbsp; I warn you not to try to deceive me,” Jane said as she waved her hand to dismiss Isadora from her room. Isadora’s feet shuffled quickly out the room, ignoring the laughter from the ladies in waiting. As soon as she was out the door, Isadora began to run through the halls until she came to the door of her small room located in the servant’s quarter. Hot tears streamed down her face as she looked around her room for her cloak. “I cannot escape this,” she mumbled softly to comfort herself.&nbsp; <br><br>A hard knock out the door brought her out of her thoughts; she barely had enough time to wrap her cloak around her body and ebony hair before one of the young soldiers eyed her body. A tremble ran down her spine since she could see his thoughts reflected in his eyes. He looked at her as if she had no cloths on at all. Isadora clenched her cloak closer around her body as she bowed her head to him in respect. “Princess Jane commands that you leave now for you journey,” the man said as his eyes returned to her face. Isadora nodded at him as she waited for him to lead the way out the building. She made sure to stay a few steps behind him as they walked out the castle into the courtyard. A few horses were already saddled for the journey.&nbsp; There were about four soldiers that would be traveling with her to the cave which meant that the queen really wanted to ensure this act was done. The soldier, who came to her room, helped her onto her horse. His hand ran over her body excessively before he winks at her when she was fully on the saddle.&nbsp; Isadora bit her tongue to keep herself from snapping at him. Her status was even lower than the soldiers so she did not want to give them an excuse to torture her for half of the journey. <br><br><hr><br>After traveling through a town, they came upon the forests which lead to the river. They did not stop for drinks or meals since they had a strict time limit. The soldiers and Isadora had left when breakfast was being served at the castle but now the sun hung in the middle of the sky, indicating time was nearly done. They brought the horses to a gallop when they approached the river. Isadora could feel her stomach flip as she noticed the unnatural stillness in the air. When the cave was close enough for them to see, the horses became frantic and nervous. Their hooves dug deep into the ground, refusing to move any closer to the cave. The soldiers looked at each other as if coming to some silent agreement. “We can watch you enter the cave from here,” one of them said as another moved to help her dismount from her horse.&nbsp; <br><br>Isadora could feel her legs trembling with fear as she forced herself to move towards the cave. Every instinct in her body protested going any closer but she had no choice. It appeared that the only way to enter the cave was through the water. She paused for a moment before stepping into the entrance of the cave. A wave of coldness seeped into her body as her feet became wet from the water. Her feet pattered through water as she moved deeper. Isadora stayed close to the walls feeling her way as the light began to dim. She muffled a scream as she tripped over a rock under the water, falling on her knees. Her nails clawed the rock as she pulled herself back up. Her eyes were soon no use to her at all as all indications of the sun outside was eliminated. To calm her nerves, she began to quietly hum to herself with each step. Isadora felt like she had traveled for quite some distance as she began to see a faint light glimmering in front of her. Great…I somehow got turned around, she thought to herself. She reached down and picked up a rock, ignoring the water that had soaked her lower dress. <br><br>She continued moving forward, happy that the task was almost done. It was not until the light became brighter that she realized this was not the entrance of the tunnel. There was a bit of land covered by plants in different shapes and colors. Their scent floated over to her nose as she placed one soaked foot on the dry earth. Her brained screamed for her to turn the other way but curiosity won as she moved deeper into the cave. An arch was carved into the earth that appeared to be some type of door. She touched its arch, mystified by her discovery. Her eyes widen as she walked into the room to see piles upon piles of gold and jewels. Never had she seen such riches in all of her days. The collection made Princess Jane look like a paper. She rushed over to the jewels, imagining the rewards she would get for bringing such bounty to Jane.&nbsp; Filled with excitement for the possible elevation of her position, she did not hear the steps behind her. Her hand had just touched a red ruby when a growl shook the room. Isadora turned around to see a huge dragon hovering over her body. She fell into the treasure, not feeling its sharp stones bruise her skin as she stare at the owner of the jewels. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 07:30:15</strong>
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				Mal sat there, like he always did, for the past few hundred years just slowly passing the time. He did not know if any of his brothers and sisters had lived the great war that seemed to be going on between his kin and the humans. The humans were tiny, not as powerful, and did not have any natural defenses at all. There skin was soft, and could be cut open with the dullest of there teeth. They had no claws, no tails, or wings to help them live. But it seemed like they always had the will to improved upon themselves. Mal was around when humans first came to the lands of his kin. He watched them play in the dirt and fear his kin. But soon they built castles, and started to find rocks that soon became gold, silver, gems, and then came steel. Steel was not as rare as all the others, but it seemed to be the best for making tools and weapons because that was what they made everything out of. To counter there weak skin, they build armor that could block a few attacks from his kind, saving them for a bit. And then by made swords, and daggers. They became as sharp as the sharpest tooth of his kind, and could cut through even his thick hide. But out of all of this, it seemed to be the there cunning that was to be feared. They always found a way to kill off his kin mates, no matter how many of there own kind was killed in the process. But long ago, when there was only a few of his kin left, he moved into the cave. Water and food was no worry. There was a running stream in there, and deep with in the cave was plants that grew fast, and would allow him to grow and live on.<br><br>But the time passed ever so slowly. Deep with in the cave he lost all record of time, never knowing if it was day or night. He would stay up for weeks on end, and sometimes think it was only a day or two. Or sometimes only a few hours would go by, and it would seem like years. Many times he felt like going out and stretching his wings. They ached to feel the pressure of the air under them. He kept all of his muscles in tone by working them. He made sure that his fangs and claws were always sharp, scratching the hard rocks over time. Soon he made a grand arch way into his little room, and it was about time that he started to think about doing more then just the arch way. The stone was hard, and he could not scratch too much, or he would wear down his claws and fangs. But with enough time, he would be able to do just what he wanted. And all he had was time. <br><br>But then he felt the presence of something living. It had been so long that he did not even know what it felt like anymore, until he did feel it once again. He climbed up the wall above the arch way, hiding. He looked over to his horde of treasures, knowing that if this being was a human, and he was sure that it was they would go right for that. He growled low in his chest as he thought about humans putting there greedy little hands all over his things. He was just going to have to deal with this human quickly, and be done with it. As she watched the person walk into his chamber, and over to the pile of gold and gems, he climbed down very silently. He moved up behind the person, and then growled loudly. The sound of it reverberated off the walls, and made it sound even louder then what it was. He watched as the person turned to face him. He just looked down on it... it was a her. A female of the humans. He had only seen them in the villages that he had attacked in the past, but never had they came to him. He growled again, just looking down at her. She had fallen into his stuff as she turned and become frightened by him. His eyes looked at her like daggers, the hate for men showing through them so that even the dullest of people would be able to tell.<br><br>"Why have you came to my prison female? Do you wish to be killed by a Dragon kin? Or are you just fool hearty and want to die sooner then your days?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:48:15</strong>
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				Her body sought to move herself deeper into the treasure behind her but there was no where to hide from the look of pure hatred. The dragon's eyes held hers captive since she had never seen such iris before in all her life. Wisdom beyond her comprehension glared at her.<br><br>The stones dug deep into her skin causing her blood seep down her leg and arms. Pure terror allowed her to not notice the wounds. Opening her mouth to speak, a squeak came out instead of her voice. His form was so huge that it nearly took over the entire room as he leaned menacingly over her small form. "I only wished to obey the orders given to me by my mistress," she replied honestly in a shaky voice. <em>Such teeth</em>...., she thought. His claws could snap her body in two in an instant if he chose to do so. Her eyes lowered to the ground before him respectfully, fearing that if she looked upon him any longer she might burst into hysterics. <br><br>"I had no idea that a dragon resided in this cave...no one has ever said such things even in rumors." A tear slid down her face despite her best effort to not annoy the ancient with her emotions. Her grandfather had taught her when she was little that even the smallest of creatures deserved respect. Now, a creature with the ability to eat her threaten her life. The cold stare of her mistress filled her brain. Even if the dragon let her go, he would most certainly not let her take anything out of the cave with her. This failure would give future queen Jane just cause to punish her severely. She could allow her visiting relative to do as he wished with her servant. The decision was made. <br><br>Her eyes narrowed with bravery as she looked death in the face. "Kill me for my idiocy then dragon. I have no reason to live any longer if I do not fulfill this request for the future queen." She rose to her feet, ignoring the tear in her dress from her fall against the sharp stones. Upon her leg was her cursed birthmark that covered skin in a peculiar pattern. Standing, her body trembled as she could feel the heat from his skin nearly scalding her. Isadora's eyelids closed as she dared not look him before her destroyed her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 22:46:08</strong>
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				"Kill you? Now why would a little woman like you be begging for someone to kill them? Now that I know you want it, I think I should make you live. Make you go back to this queen of yours with out forfilling the request. You seem to fear her even more then you fear me. I have to say this person of yours seems like a rather interesting one. What is this request that she had given you?"<br><br>He watched as he could see that she was trying to force her body down more into his pile. He did not care if she managed to get under it fully. She was not going to go anywhere for a while. He had a few things to talk with her about. If not only using her to get a view on the outside world, but to keep him company until he killed her. He was sure that if she was to leave, there would be knights coming back to kill him and this queen getting his gold and gems. That was the main thing that he did not want to happen.<br><br>He growled low thinking about someone trying to kill him, and his eyes never left hers. His jaw opened a little, and his tongue flicked through his teeth a few things, like it was trying to snatch the air that was just outside of his jaw. His claws dug into the soft ground that was under him.<br><br>"Now tell me little women, or I will remove a limb and then send you back to your queen!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 04:15:34</strong>
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				"Forgive me for sounding rude but my situation is not pleasant with either you or her. Killing me would be merciful..." Isadora's voice trailed off towards the end of her statement since the last thing the dragon would want to do is be merciful to her. She opened her eyes a bit to look at him. Still, he lingered over her small body as if the huge claw would push her further into the ground at any moment. <br><br>The sound of his growling made her jump in fear. "The future queen demands an object from the very back of the cave...," she squeaked out this statement quickly in case he was about to tear off a limb from her body this very instant. <br><br>Isadora looked around for a moment. "This seems like the back of the cave so it would be one of your jewels." Her head bowed down to look at her wet feet. The air turned cold against her, making her bones quake inside of her. The trembling would not cease even though her mind commanded it. Now that his request for information had been fulfilled by her. Isadora felt herself become dizzy with fear as black spots dotted her vision. The stress of the day was too much for her brain to handle. She fainted to the floor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 22:54:14</strong>
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				"Merciful? Do you think that I would be merciful so someone that had came into my home that has not been disturb for many of hundreds of years? No, you will have to earn it if you are going to get any kind of mercy. And this queen scares you just as much as I do, even now? How can that be so? And did she say what kind of object?"<br><br>He looked at her, wanting to know just everything about why she made her way back here when no one else could have ever done so. He smelled her, she just smelled of fear, and that was all. Nothing seemed to be special about her, nothing at all but she had done what many have tried and failed to do.<br><br>"Hurry up or I will make you stay here with me, and be my chew toy, or I will make you go back to your queen missing a tongue so you can not tell of what happened here."<br><br>His claws dung into the earth waiting her answer. He needed to know if this queen of hers knew that he was back here or not. If she did, then he would have a huge problem on his hands. But if she did not, then he was going to have to keep the little women that was not trying to become part of his horde. The fact that she was still touching the gold and gems was starting to anger him greatly, but he allowed it for the time being so that she could feel like she had no other place to run to. <br><br>His tail started to twitch, moving slightly from side to side, the knowledge that someone could know about him was starting to work its way into his every mussel. It was not going to end nicely if she did know of him being back here. He then thought that it could have been a simple task to get rid of the woman. He thought that he could keep her here and make her serve him until the day that she dies. He could also have some fun with her by torturing her in many different ways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 17:37:00</strong>
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				His dark, commanding voice forced her to open her eyes when he spoke. She cursed her body for not allowing her to stay unconscious longer to escape the wrath of the being in front of her right now. Isadora bit her lip for a moment as she tried to keep herself from nearly swooning again. "No...she did not say what kind of object. I am just a horrible liar so the future queen would know I had left something out," she lowered her eyes to the ground as tears started to pour down her face. <br><br>She took a moment to looked up at his face but nearly screamed at the sight of his enraged face. Isadora wished he would just kill her and be done with her obvious intrusion of his territory. The thought of her being made a prisoner made her want to take one of the sharp stones pinching against her back and slice it across her wrist. "No one knows of your are back here... If you let me go, I will leave the country and no one shall know of your existence at all." Her hands began to shake as his frustration seemed to rise more. Every time he made a movement, her heart pushed painfully at her skin as if it wanted to escape her body to hide. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 10:42:46</strong>
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				"You will not leave unless I see some use to it. You are going to stay here with me, at least for a while."<br><br>He moved away from the gold pile, and over to the exit. He started to speak, but the language was different from the one he spoke before. This one was the language of magic. A small crack broke the silence, but nothing else happened but the sound. He turned back away from the exit and went over to a smooth place inside of the chamber and laid down.<br><br>"If you try and leave, the magic I just wove will cause you pain, and might even kill you if you keep on trying."<br><br>He close his eyes and then started to breath slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Kin (Dancing Flower and FallenAngelNajdan )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 02:46:15</strong>
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				Isadora did not know how long she sat there against the stones. Terror had ripped the very process of logic from her mind, preventing her from stirring from her spot on the ground. Once the sound of his breath seemed even and soft, her foot pushed a jewel from the floor. She choked back a sob before struggling to her hands and knees. <br><br><em>How often do dragons lie? </em> The only way to know if his words were true is to test out the spell he had woven. Perhaps there was a spell but there was a small chance that he had lied. Stories had painted dragons as wise beings that would not waste a speckle of time on a human. Her hand scratched against a rock as she pressed her body against the wall while moving away from him. <br><br>The archway that lead the way out of the cave was within her grasp. Just a few more steps from escape. Sweat dripped from her brow as she edged closer to the archway. 
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