Tribute to a Dragon
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				Title: <strong>Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 03:42:25</strong>
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				The soldiers were all eyeing the girl, a mixture of pity and suspicion in their expressions and they walked her up the steep, perilous path that took them higher of the face of the cliff. They couldn't allow her to flee, not that she could, now that they were here. The only place she could go to get away from the soldiers would be to jump off of the narrow path, and she would fall to her death. “Bloody lizard,” muttered one, the leader of the five soldiers who had been sent to escort the young woman to her fate. “What possess a creature to live in a place like this?” He asked, not really expecting anyone to have an answer, though he got one anyway.<br><br>“I hear that dragons like to make their homes in hard to reach places in order to protect their treasures,” one of the soldiers said. “My da used to tell me that dragons kept hoards for gold and gems and magical treasures, and that they would only leave to get food or more treasure. Maybe it lives here to prevent its treasure from being stolen,” the soldier offered.<br><br>“If its got so much damn treasure, what does it need her for?” Another soldier asked, obviously referring to the young woman who was being offered to the dragon. “Why not just hire itself a whore and be done with it? Dragons can make themselves look human, right?” He said, sounding a little out of breath. The climb up the steep path of the cliff face was more than a mile now.<br><br>“Will you both shut it?” The soldier leading the group ordered as much as he asked. “First, I doubt the dragons wants the girl the way a man wants a whore. He's probably gonna just eat her,” he said, obviously not caring that the girl could hear him. Hell, she wasn't related to him or anything. She was a bargaining chip. Once in a while, they noble families would get together and make an offering to the dragon. A large sum of gold, a magical item, a beautiful girl. Something that they thought the dragon would like. This time they had chosen the girl.<br><br>It wasn't a horrible deal. The canyon that this cliff face was part of was called the Giant's Gorge for a reason. Tribes of giants lived at the bottom of the canyon, and they could send raiders to any of the nearby towns within less than a day. Giants could travel faster on foot than knights could on horseback. But, with the dragon having taken to living in the canyon over a century ago, the giants had stopped their raiding. Apparently, the dragon was keeping them in line, in exchange for tribute from the nearby towns and cities. What the giants did instead was a matter of debate, but one thing was certain, they didn't cross the dragon.<br><br>Finally, the soldiers, and the girl, had made it to the end of the pathway. There was a small outcropping, around a very large cave opening. It looked like someone could build a mansion inside of the cave, and have room to spare. But inside was total darkness. “Well, looks like this is the place, girly,” one of the soldiers said. “Whatever he wants with you, try to give him a good time,” he advised. “You wouldn't want him leaving you for the giants now, would you?” He asked, laughing a little bit before the soldiers all turned to leave. No one knew for certain what the dragon did when he was given a young woman as tribute. But they knew what the giants would do with her, and it would be a long, slow, and very unpleasant death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 07:11:15</strong>
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				Melody bit her lip, watching her step as she was forced along.&nbsp; The path was hard for her to walk though, it was so steep and high.&nbsp; Even the men who trained every day for battle were getting winded and complaining.&nbsp; The path was the least of her problems though.&nbsp; She couldn't help but listen to the men talk about the dragon and it wasn't making her feel any better.&nbsp; She remembered yesterday, her last day with her family.&nbsp; That was when she was told she was to be the tribute.&nbsp; She wasn't even noble blood, but you couldn't expect the nobles to give up their daughters.&nbsp; No, they picked one of the beautiful young women who were unimportant to society, that no one but her family would mourn the loss of.<br><br>She said her goodbyes and then that night she was prepared.&nbsp; She lived her last night in the village in luxury, but she wasn't enjoying it.&nbsp; How could she when she knew it was all for making her pleasing to the dragon.&nbsp; After all, it would be an insult to send some filthy looking peasant to the dragon.&nbsp; No, she was bathed and covered in jewels for him to add to his hoard.&nbsp; Now, she was walking towards her fate, listening about it.&nbsp; <em>'Oh God,'</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>'He isn't really going to...to...make me his whore?'</em> The thought terrified her, that was just....she shivered at the thought.&nbsp; She froze and stopped walking at the words of another soldier, saying that it would eat her instead.&nbsp; She didn't know what fate was worse, both she thought.&nbsp; A soldier gently prodded her to get her moving again and it took every ounce of courage she had to step forward.<br><br>Finally they were at the cave of the mouth and it was so huge!&nbsp; Her eyes widened and the men were leaving, the last words one of the men said sticking with her.&nbsp; Give him a good time?&nbsp; She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.&nbsp; Thoughts of escaped entered her mind but...where would she go?&nbsp; She couldn't go back to her village, they'd just bring her back here again and she couldn't leave the village, the giants would get her.&nbsp; Ultimately, her fate was either with this dragon or with the giants.&nbsp; She could also jump off the cliff but that too would end in her death and nothing would come out of it except the destruction of her village, her family.&nbsp; Taking another deep breath, she slowly started making her way towards the dark cave.&nbsp; She was shaking with fright.&nbsp; Her blue eyes tried peering into the dark cave but it was as black as her hair.&nbsp; There was no seeing into it.<br><br>She was so close to the entrance now, just another step would put her inside but she couldn't do it.&nbsp; She couldn't make herself.&nbsp; It was too dark and too scary.&nbsp; A few more deep breaths and thinking about her family, she stepped into the darkness awaiting her fate as she forced herself to walk deeper into the cave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 06:09:07</strong>
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				The inside of the cave was bone dry, but totally absent of dust of any kind, and a breeze could be felt coming from within the cave system itself, suggesting that somewhere, there was another way in or out... or at least another hole that let air in. Whether or not it could serve as an entrance or exit, likely only the dragon who called this place home would know. The cave gave way into a single, long tunnel, which was wide enough that a hundred men could walk abreast along it with room to spare, and in the dark of the cave, the ceiling of the tunnel was not visible. At the end of the tunnel, however, the scenery changes drastically. The tunnel opened up into a massive chamber, larger even that the first one that was at the face of the cliff. This one, though, was not empty and dark. This one had a great, glowing pit in the center, which revealed that about a hundred feet down was a lake of magma. No doubt any creature that fell down there would swiftly die... except perhaps for a creature that was born of flames and intense, unnatural heat. Like a dragon.<br><br>All around the chamber was glittering, shining lights, breaking the otherwise utter dark of the corners of the room. That glittering light came from gold, and gems. Massive piles, near mountains really. There was enough wealth in the place to fill the coffers of several entire kingdoms, likely collected over decades and decades, and probably longer. At first though, there was no dragon to be seen. Not at first at least. But a gold pile on the opposite side of the chamber began to move, collapsing and spilling all over the floor, the ringing of metal hitting stone filling the air of the heated chamber. As the gold gave way, a massive, almost serpentine head bust out of the treasure pile, red scales and large, bright yellow eyes distinct against treasure that filled the room, or the dull grey of the stone walls all around.<br><br>Following the deep red head of the creature was a long neck, and a pair of great clawed hands that slammed down upon the floor with enough force to shake the chamber. The dragon moved forward then, striding out, revealing massive wings that folded against its back, and rear legs that struck the ground with, again, the force to shake the massive room. He strode across the chamber, walking easily over the pit of magma and continuing on, stopping and lowering its head down to the entrance of the chamber, its nose only a few feet away from the young woman. "Well," the dragon spoke, the air escaping its mouth noticeably hotter than the air in the cave. "What have we here?" The dragon asked, moving slightly further away and then turning its head so that one eye was point straight at the girl. His eye had a slit like a cat's, and was bigger than a large man.<br><br>(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/RedDragon_zps4e02f083.jpg) (http://s1300.photobucket.com/user/Entropic1/media/RedDragon_zps4e02f083.jpg.html)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 07:18:47</strong>
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				She was walking through the tunnel slowly, afraid of bumping into anything, especially the dragon.&nbsp; Melody felt so small and insignificant in this tunnel, just because of the mere size.&nbsp; It made her terrified of just how giant this dragon was.&nbsp; Butterflies were in her stomach and she wrapped her arms around herself to give herself some small comfort.<br><br>A breeze flew by her in the direction opposite of where she was heading.&nbsp; That meant that there was a possible exit on the way out.&nbsp; Hopefully there would be light soon, it was so dark.&nbsp; As she kept walking, it wasn't long before she spotted light up ahead and felt heat that only grew stronger as she continued walking.&nbsp; Fear engulfed her more and more as she knew she was getting closer to the dragon.&nbsp; Finally, she was in the cavern, the light hurting her eyes compared to the darkness of the tunnel.&nbsp; It was insanely hot in here thanks to the magma.&nbsp; Light reflected off of the gold in the piles that was shocking to her.&nbsp; Never had she seen so much wealth before, the gold that adorned her wouldn't do much to adding to it.<br><br>Suddenly, the mountains of gold started to move and out popped a dragon head.&nbsp; Her eyes widened at the site and he kept coming out until his whole body was showing.&nbsp; To make it worse he was heading closer to her.&nbsp; She started to back up, fear like never before coursed through her veins.&nbsp; It felt like her heart was pounding against her chest so much so it was going to explode.&nbsp; As it's head drew closer to her however, fear immobilized her.&nbsp; When it started to speak, staring at her with one eye that was bigger than her just by itself, she started to cry with fear.&nbsp; She backed away, trying to get away from him, and tripped over her own feet as she fell to the ground on her rear.<br><br>She curled into a defensive ball and begged him, her voice cracking and full of desperation and fear, "Pl....please d...d...don't eat me."&nbsp; She hoped that by saying this next part, it wouldn't trigger him to eat her.&nbsp; "I'm....I'm a tribute to....to...." she couldn't even finish saying that sentence and she burst into terrified tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>27-02-2014, 08:37:29</strong>
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				"Eat you?! Do you think me so incompetent that I can not find food myself?" The dragon asked, his head raising up as he entered into a fit of laughed that was louder than a lightning storm, the depth of the tone of his voice also causing the ground to shake, like his massive foot steps had. After his mirth had ended, the dragon laid down on his front, crossing his front legs and resting his head in one 'hand' lazily, staring down at the young woman. "Don't take this the wrong way, but human meat is... well, disgusting," the dragon said, laughing to himself a little more. "I remember being fed human when I was a hatch-ling, Can't say that I cared for it very much," he muttered, as much to himself as he did to the young woman. "I much prefer herd animals, myself," he went on. "Buffalo are a favorite of mine. Some of you humans sent something similar as tribute once... cattle, I believe. A dozen of them," he continued. "They were a little too fat for my taste, but still, much better than human," he concluded happily. He looked down at the girl then, his nose pointing at her, rather than staring with one of his great eyes. Meanwhile, the end of his tail was hanging down over the pit of magma. It would be much too hot for her, but for him, it was comparable to a person soaking their feet in hot water. It was delightful.<br><br>Tilting his head quizzically, the dragon seemed almost genuinely curious. "Now, tell me my dear," he began. "What is your name. And what is all that delightful jewelry you are wearing?" The dragon asked. His tone may have sounded genuinely curious, and that's because he was. Dragons were not mindless monsters. They were intelligent, far more so than humans, or most any other creature. They liked learning, and he was no exception. Of course, whether this girl knew that or not remained to be seen. "And will you please stop crying?" He said, a little frustrated. "If I wanted to terrorize people, do you really think that I would bother waiting for one of you to be sent up to me? It would be so much faster to simply fly to one of your cities and burn it to ashes," he said. The dragon reached over with one 'hand', closing his great claws around a large, plush chair that was decorated in gems and gold and obvious made by a master craftsman. Why anyone would gift a dragon with a chair sized for humans was a question for the ages, but regardless, there it was.<br><br>The dragon set the chair down next to the girl. To compare it to a throne would be an understatement. It looked far more like a god should sit upon it, rather than a king. "Sit down, and tell me who you are." He said, his words a question as much as an order, though his thunderous tone might make one think otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 03:58:12</strong>
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				She didn't know what to say or react to that.&nbsp; If he wasn't going to eat her then....it couldn't possibly be the other thing, he was extremely too big for that.&nbsp; She wasn't able to take comfort in that thought though, how could she, it just meant that he would use her for something else.&nbsp; What, she wasn't sure.&nbsp; "Melody," she said as she wiped her tears away.&nbsp; There was still fear in her voice but it also sounded like she did calm down a little bit.&nbsp; "And....they're for you as well," she said starting to take them off.&nbsp; She was wearing earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, all made with pure gold and embellished with jewels.<br><br>She tossed them in front of him before slowly moving towards the chair.&nbsp; She had never seen such an expensive looking chair before.&nbsp; To call it a chair didn't do it justice and neither did calling it a throne, it looked more grand than that.&nbsp; She was almost afraid to sit on it, as if she would fail some kind of test if she did.&nbsp; But they way he told her to sit made her rethink that and she quickly sat down on it, hugging her knees to her chest and staring at him softly.&nbsp; "What is it you want with me then?" she asked.&nbsp; "If it's not to eat me....what other purpose is there for me?"&nbsp; Though she was relieved he wasn't going to eat her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 11:14:09</strong>
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				"Hmm..." the dragon said, lowering his head and looking straight down at the jewels and gems and other shiny things that she had tossed down in front of him, tilting his head to the side while he examined then before turning his gaze back to her. "Do you not like wearing jewelry, Melody?" The dragon asked, his booming voice still containing a note of genuine curiosity. Why would she remove them. She had been given to him, so it wasn't like her wearing the jewelry was going to be a problem. He let out a sigh, which sounded like a massive boulder crumbling as the noise resonated in his throat. "Again with the eating you," he said, laughing a little more now. "Do you know what the problem is with human meat?" He asked, obviously not expecting Melody to know. "Its too stringy. Honestly, your kind are just so... thin when it comes to muscle that there is nothing to eat. To be completely honest, I don't know why giants enjoy it. Then again, they are rather... unrefined," he spoke, almost talking to himself as much as he was Melody.<br><br>"Ah, but you asked me a question... oh, and gave me your name," he said. "My full name is something that I'm not certain a human has the ability to actually pronounce. You may call me Zaeranithar," he said. "Anyway, in case you hadn't noticed, of all of the things I have here," the dragon said, gesturing behind himself with on massive clawed 'hand' that was bigger than a two horse wagon. "there is nothing that is actually capable of speaking. Well... actually there is a magical helmet over there somewhere," he said, against gesturing off behind himself. "It can speak telepathically with whomever deigns to put it on," he said. Zaeranithar began to chuckle. "Rather amusing story actually. I acquired it when a knight came to me, begging me to use my power to cure him of his insanity. He thought that the helmet was a voice inside of his head. Apparently the blathering idiot had never thought to ask the voice what it was and where it came from," he said. Without knowing for certain it would be difficult to tell, but the dragon's face seemed to form something akin to a smile.<br><br>"Anyway, to get to the point, you are here because unlike giants, humans are actually capable of intelligent conversation. I imagine it will be nice to have someone to speak with who is actually worth talking to," he said. Zaeranithar crossed one arm over the other and then rested his chin in his free hand. "So, tell me, Melody. Why was it that you, specifically, were chosen to be given to me?" He asked. "I always find the stories of how humans make their decisions in regards to gifts to me so very fascinating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 03:06:15</strong>
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				She bit her lip, still a bit tense at being around him and frightened.&nbsp; "I do," she started.&nbsp; "It's just that....well...they're yours and not mine."&nbsp; Melody had heard stories about how greedy dragons could be and knew he wasn't an exception.&nbsp; She really did love that jewelry though, it was so beautiful and she loved getting to wear something like it, having been poor the fanciest thing she'd ever owned was a dress with no patches on it.&nbsp; She relaxed a bit more when he explained everything and didn't feel so scared anymore.&nbsp; She was still a bit wary though, as if he might change his mind about all of this any second now.<br><br>"I....honestly don't know why I was chosen," she said, shifting her position slightly in the over elaborate throne.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if the knowledge that she wasn't noble would anger him.&nbsp; "It's the nobles who choose your prizes," she said.
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>06-03-2014, 03:32:33</strong>
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				"<em>Nobles</em>," Zaeranithar said, practically hissing the word with an obvious tone of disdain. "I wonder, what is it about them that makes them so noble?" He spoke, as much to himself as to melody. "Its such a strange term. I've heard barbarians described as noble savages. They have no servants. No taxes. So how is it that they, and the aristocrats of your cities, can both be considered noble, when they are so different?" He asked, laughing a little bit. He looked around the massive chamber then. "It is because they are born wealthy. Nothing more. There is nothing special nor remarkable about them as individuals," he said. He sighed, genuinely amused by the prospect of being born noble. From his point of view, as well as the point of view of any dragon, one had to prove that they were superior in order to be able to claim it. Dragon could prove it. They were massive, and powerful, skilled in both magic and raw strength and physical force. Even younger, smaller dragons could claim superiority over most other beings. But the aristocracy, and then, even the royalty that controlled human cultures... they were given the same kind of respect. Held in high regard because of the fortune of their birth. But they were still only human. They were just luckier than others.<br><br>"You know, a human King once tried to buy one of my siblings from my mother. We were all very young, having only hatched a few weeks prior," he said. "The King apparently thought that he was entitled to having his own personal dragon. A pet that would belong to his family for centuries after he had passed. A means of securing his blood line in their place of power," Zaeranithar said. "My mother laughed. The King offered her gold and gems. Riches that could feed his kingdom a dozen times over for decades. He offered her slaves. He offered her everything but his kingdom," he said. "My mother told him that she was no fool, like the people who swore their fealty to him. She knew that his power only continued because of those beneath him not deciding to remove him," Zaeranithar said. "Then she told him that if she were to give him one of her offspring, once it grew old enough to know what it was capable of, it would begin to plan to take the King's kingdom from him by force, because not the King, nor any of his underlings, could be able to stop it," he finished.<br><br>"Needless to say, the King was furious. He actually said that he would take one of her children by force," he said, beginning to laugh near hysterically now.
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 19:07:48</strong>
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				She listened, quite fascinated by what he had to say.&nbsp; She was growing more and more comfortable around him.&nbsp; She of course knew that none of his siblings weren't taken, otherwise he wouldn't be laughing about it.&nbsp; Unless of course the thought of one of his siblings serving a human was amusing to him, then...well...she didn't think it was.&nbsp; "How many siblings do you have?" she asked him.&nbsp; "Where are they now?"
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 09:54:33</strong>
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				Zaeranithar thought about her question for a moment. "Mmm..." he hummed to himself, the sound akin to the low rumbling of an Earthquake that wasn't too distant to be felt or heard by the ears of men. "Well... last I knew, eight. Six sisters and two brothers," the dragon said. "But of course, it is both possible and likely that my mother has since had more children. It has been a very long time since I left her roost, so I wouldn't know for certain," he said. Zaeranithar thought about it. He didn't doubt that his mother had hatched at least four or five more broods since he had left. But exactly how many offspring she would have in any one brood was really unknowable. It could be three. It could be almost a dozen. "Tell me, Melody," the dragon began looking back down to the young woman again. "Have you any brother or sisters?" He asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 16:45:10</strong>
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				It was strange for her to hear that.&nbsp; After all, how cold you not know how many brothers or sisters you had.&nbsp; Then again, she was human and only knew about human ways.&nbsp; At his question, she nodded.&nbsp; "I have an older brother and a younger sister," she said.&nbsp; "My brother's already married and have kids of his own, two, a boy and a girl.&nbsp; They're just babies, but there so precious," she loved getting to see her niece and nephew which was all the time.&nbsp; It was hard saying goodbye to them though, as well as the rest of her family.&nbsp; She frowned a bit, missing them already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 09:57:10</strong>
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				"Hmm..." Zaeranithar hummed, absentmindedly slipping one 'hand' along the ground and taking hold of one of the ear rings that Melody had been wearing between two of his massive claws. The piece of jewelry looked like the head of a pin&nbsp; between the point of the thumb of his claw and one 'finger', and yet his grip was actually very delicate. It spoke to the motor control of dragons how easily he was able to control his own strength, as Zaeranithar would have easily been able to crush the ear ring with no effort at all. He brought it up to his eye and tilted his huge head while looking at it, and then set it back down next to its twin. "Only two?" Zaeranithar asked, turning his gaze back to Melody then. Obviously, he had still been listening to what she was saying. "Right... humans tend to only birth a single child at a time," he said, sounding like he had forgotten that piece of information. Of course, female dragons would lay eggs, usually no fewer than four, and often times, close to a dozen. Of course, many creatures liked to kill dragons, and while a mature dragon could crush most creatures with ease, and infantile dragon was popular prey, for man and beast alike. Legends said that the meat of a dragon could grant unnaturally long life and perfect health, perhaps even eternal youth. That was laughably false, of course. But it didn't stop people from trying to kill young dragons for both food and to sell the scales, bones, hide, teeth and claws of the creatures, which could often be made into extremely valuable goods.<br><br>"Tell me about the town you come from, Melody," Zaeranithar said. Looking back to her after having taken another moment to again examine the various jewelry she had been wearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 03:44:17</strong>
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				She watched as he admired the jewelry, amazed at how gentle he was being with them.&nbsp; Of course it was gold and jewels, so why would he crush it?&nbsp; "As for my town," she said, beginning to answer him, starting to feel less and less scared of him.&nbsp; "What can I say?"&nbsp; That she felt betrayed by her own people?&nbsp; but if it wasn't her it would have been some other maiden.&nbsp; "It's ruled by the nobles," she said, knowing he didn't care much for the word.&nbsp; "They make the rules that the rest of us have to follow, and if we don't, we get punished.&nbsp; I can't really tell you much else than that.&nbsp; Life was peaceful for me until just recently."&nbsp; She sighed softly and looked down.&nbsp; She missed her family so much already.&nbsp; She curled her legs against her and grew lost in thought about them, sadness etched in her face.
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>18-03-2014, 09:53:14</strong>
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				Zaeranithar thought about when Melody had said about the town she was from. The ideal of one human being born into having power over other humans was still one that amused him. "You know, its ironic," the dragon said. "Humans often think of the giants as mindless monsters. While they may not be the most intelligent of creatures, they certainly seem to have a much more fair society than your kind does," he said. "Giant lives in essentially a basic meritocracy. Your fitness to rule isn't decided by your birth, but rather, what you are capable of as a leader," Zaeranithar said. He tilted his head while examining Melody for a moment. She curled herself up, but didn't look like she was comfortable. Zaeranithar could take on human form, but reading human expressions wasn't something he had a great deal of practice in. Even so, he could tell that she seemed upset about something. "What is it that troubles you, Melody?" He asked, his voice rumbling in a manner that shook the floor of the cavern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2014, 04:27:45</strong>
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				She wiped a small tear away as he spoke, half listening to him.&nbsp; When he asked her what the matter was though, she looked back up at him.&nbsp; "I just....really miss my family," she said.&nbsp; She was a bit nervous to ask this next question, after all, he could say no and she didn't know if she could handle the rejection.&nbsp; She was tempted to just forget about it, but her curiosity was driving her insane.&nbsp; "Would it be possible for me to visit them once in a while?" she asked.&nbsp; She really really hoped he'd say yes, she couldn't imagine having to spend the rest of her life without them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tribute to a Dragon</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 05:20:23</strong>
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				"To... visit your family?" Zaeranithar asked, his tone one of genuine curiosity. Dragons didn't usually make an effort to go and see their kin again once they left to live on their own. An adult dragon generally wouldn't want to be too close to another mature adult dragon, purely for the sake of territory, as only one of them could rule over the area in which they lived. It was the same reason why over the course of the life times, dragons would have multiple different mates. Staying with one for too long was bound to cause some kind of tension between the two of them. Still, human did tend to live in large organizations. Zaeranithar reasoned that, perhaps, it wasn't simply because they were small and weak. Maybe they also enjoyed one another's company more than being alone. What an interesting notion. "As long as you return, yes, you could," he said. "So long as you don't make me come and get you back," he added.
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