You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)
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				Title: <strong>You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 08:50:27</strong>
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				Belladonna Lilura Johnson. Such contrasting names. Donna didn't know her mother, had never known her mother. The only thing she knew of her mother was she was the type of person to name her child Belladonna. What kind of woman names her child after a poisonous plant? It made no sense to her. And her middle name? Completely out of the blue. But her mother died during childbirth and that had been her wish and her father couldn't bear to deny her freshly dead mother her last wish and she'd gotten stuck with the name she had. Growing up it had given her a rough time because the name Belladonna Lilura caused her to stand out and as anybody who has stood out in middle school and high school can attest to, that isn't the best thing. But being the type of person she was, she was fine with it. She would rather be by herself then surrounded by a bunch of fake ass beings pretending to be humans. <br><br>Completely unknown to her, or her father, her name was actually a calling to her mother's family. When Donna's mother had married her father her mother's family had disowned her, but her name was a call to her mother's side of the family to come and help her. Her name had gotten her her mother's family's attention alright but it wasn't good. Donna's aunt was the most powerful witch in the world at the moment and she knew that Donna had the potential to take that from her and her aunt would not have that happen. <br><br>For twenty years Donna had never shown any signs of magic. Her father wasn't magical and didn't know of his dead wife's past and without her mother there to teach her Donna simply didn't know to tap into it. Sure there had been signs here or there but she'd stifled them in a chid's way to please the only remaining parent she had. So her life was completely normal, well as normal of a life as one can have with the name Belladonna Lilura. But things were much better once she got out of high school. She was currently in college and working full time as well. She wanted her own place and she didn't want a roommate so she worked enough to make sure she wouldn't need to take on a roommate. <br><br>It was on one of those normal, everyday days that everything changed. Donna had a feeling of change that morning when she woke and began to get ready for her shift at the bookstore that she worked at. There was just something that tasted a little different in the air. Donna couldn't help but laugh at herself, "You're letting your imagination run wild with you again," she said to herself before she moved into the bathroom and showered. Once she was ready to go she grabbed her purse and walked out and began to walk to the bookstore. She had her own care but the bookstore was close enough to walk too. <br><br>Stepping in she greeted her co-workers as she walked to the back and put her purse into her small locker and stepped out and began to get to work. The uniform there was pretty relaxed so she was wearing her usual outfit of a pair of skinny jeans, that had no holes, and a plain black t-shirt with a pair of black high top converses which she had tucked the bottom of her skinny jeans down into the top of her converses so that the converses were completely seen. Moving around the store she began to do her job. <br><br>Pretty early in her shift a woman that would have been just two years younger then her mother if she'd still been alive stopped her and asked if she could climb the ladder that was against one of the taller bookshelves to get to the top and get one of the books down for her. Without hesitating Donna agreed and climbed up. When she was at the top of the ladder she began to scan the titles for the one that she had been asked to scale up for. <br><br>"Belladonna Lilura," the woman at the base of the ladder said.<br><br>Donna went tense as she slowly looked down at her, a frown coming to her lips as she studied her, "Ho..." she started but was struck silent and completely immobile as the woman raised her hand and bent her fingers in a wave. Everything began to go black and Donna had the sense of falling backwards. That sense of falling lasted for quite a while, the blackness kept her engulfed. It felt never ending until finally she landed with a hard thump. It took her several moments to realize that the darkness that was in front of her now was because her eyes were closed. Slowly opening her eyes she expected to see the bookstore or maybe a hospital but was completely taken by surprise by the forest she saw around her. <br><br>Slowly sitting up Donna shook her head as she closed her eyes, "This is not real," she stated firmly as she slowly stood and looked around her but the trees were still around her. "Dammit! What is going on? Alright, alright. That woman knew my name, I looked down at her. I must have slipped and fell. This is all in my head," she said as she looked around. <br><br>She had no idea what she looked like to someone that might be coming up on here. Her red, wavy, shoulder length hair was messy and could definitely use with a good brushing. There were dark circles underneath her green eyes as if she hadn't slept in several days. Her ivory skin seemed even paler. She was of average height for a human standing at five feet five inches and her body was curvy. She didn't exercize often in the normal sense. She did other things, like walking or running to work and to school or taking the stairs or doing small exercises around the apartment. She filled out her t-shirt and her jeans well. But at the moment she simply looked crazy talking to herself with her hair springing up in all directions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 08:51:19</strong>
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				"Gnomes are despicable creatures," breathed out the flying red dragon, in a snarl.&nbsp; The noise barely sounded like words and even less so with the surrounding wind and beating of thick wings.&nbsp; Still the red dragon's massive flight companion understood him.&nbsp; Flying just above the red, casting a shadow over it, was a large black and gold dragoness.&nbsp; <br><br>Rumbling back, nearly as incoherent, the dragoness started with a rough dragon chuckle, "You are merely jealous that the gnomes can hoard as many precious artifacts as a dragon yet they are a fraction of our size and power."&nbsp; <br><br>Raeth'jaelin, the dragon Princess, along with her companion, Kulathr, were returning to the Citadel after 'delegating' with the Gnomes that occupy the lands south of the Dragon borders.&nbsp; They were a peaceful race of little creatures but when they did get into trouble with the Dragon races, it was usually a messy affair.&nbsp; Many a dragon's precious treasures have mysteriously landed up in the Gnome markets, sparking tensions on both sides.&nbsp; Though in recent history, it has been different, ages and ages of documentation tell of the brutality of Dragons and the blindness of their rage or vengeance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unfortunately there had been a recent incident where a noble Dragon's treasure, magical in origin, was snatched by a Gnome clan.&nbsp; The item was of no concern to Raeth'jaelin, knowing very well there were many occult objects of varying degrees of power in her world.&nbsp; Her duty was to represent her people in the tale of bloodshed that followed; an entire Gnome clan emptied by a couple of dragons in retribution for the loss of the artifact.&nbsp; The symposium between the Gnome leaders and Raeth went over as well as could be expected, with both sides fortifying their agreement to remain peaceful.&nbsp; For now, traded apologizes would do...that was, until someone really stepped out of line.&nbsp; <br><br>The flight was long and she only added to its length by her attentiveness to her lands and possible weaknesses.&nbsp; Overall pleased, if not grumpy and tired, Raeth'jaelin was simply interested in returning to the Eyrie to rest.&nbsp; Gliding along the invisible currents of air, her sharp, dark, crystal-like eyes constantly scanned the landscape below.&nbsp; The Verit Forest was beneath them, surrounded by the Ames Cordillera on three sides.&nbsp; The forest's foliage, as it shifted in the wind, was a strange mix&nbsp; of, not only trees shaded green, but also in shades of red, deep-purple-browns, and green-yellows.&nbsp; The mountain range was comprised of many straight vertical edges, towering far above the giant, ancient trees.&nbsp; Past Verit Forest, deep into the side of the cordillera was the Citadel, the capital dragon fortress in those lands. It took many flightless creatures months to cross deep into the dragonlands to see the Citadel carved into the mountain side, but many said that it was worth seeing its immensity.&nbsp; <br><br>It was in midstroke of her golden flecked wings, that a crackling of energy raced through her entire body, and that of Kulathr's.&nbsp; Together they fell from the sky for a few moments, in sheer surprise of the very magical power that passed them.&nbsp; Both stopped to hover in the sky, quickly scanning around them without asking any questions of each other.&nbsp; To them, it was a possible attack, there was no time to talk, just react.&nbsp; After several moments of nothing happening, and her senses picking up on nothing alarming, Raeth circled around in the sky.<br><br>"That was highly unusual," she offered to Kulathr who was now scanning the mountain range.&nbsp; "Hold the air, while I check out the ground."<br><br>The small red fluttered his wings more rapidly in anxiousness, "Is that wise? Perhaps we should continue to the Citadel, Princess.&nbsp; We can post a scouting party here."<br><br>"We will send a scouting party as well," she said nonchalantly as she dove from the sky towards the treetops and a small clearing nestled just below the yellow-leaf canopies.&nbsp; Perhaps Kulathr's sensitivity to magic was not as great as hers, but Raeth'jaelin had never felt that type of energy in all her years.&nbsp; It almost felt like it derived from an unknown creature, an ancient feeling to the pulse and spark of the energy.&nbsp; It had come and gone quickly though, which peaked her attention.<br><br>She dropped her large form down, breaking outlying branches without hesitation.&nbsp; In what was one large dragon breath to her, Raeth shifted to a smaller form, one that was very much human yet was clearly not.&nbsp; Her dark-purple eyes reflected light like a dark amethyst, with a glint of gold in the iris.&nbsp; Her features were sharp, from her gaze to her bone structure.&nbsp; She was quite handsome with short cut, dark, wavy hair that contrasted well with her elegant features. Her ears were slightly elongated as well, and when she yawned her canines showed to be sharper than a regular humans.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dark, leather jerkin armor and shorts from a Cullsac, an elephant-like creature, is what adorned her humanoid form.&nbsp; Her protection was simple, on the light side, but she had more than simple armor at ready to protect her.&nbsp; Still she had to be careful as humanoid forms were far more vulnerable than her behemoth true form.<br><br>She tried to pinpoint the source of energy, almost wishing it would pulsate through the land once more.&nbsp; She could see Kulathr still circling overhead, keeping track of her small form under the trees as best he could.&nbsp; Quietly, she moved until she came to another clearing.&nbsp; Stepping over a fallen log, she saw a crumpled figured lay under the ever-shifting shadows of the forest.&nbsp; She stopped and crouched down, waiting for the creature to move from its prone position.&nbsp; Perhaps it was already dead? No, death's stench did not rise, but a myriad of other obscure smells soon wafted to the Princess's nose.&nbsp; Keeping on hand on the log and one hand on the ground, Raeth fell completely silent as the figure finally stirred.&nbsp; Mumbling of discomfort and confusion is what Raeth heard, and she wondered if this was the source of the magic or just an unlucky creature.<br><br>Raeth continued to watch as the female regained composure.&nbsp; How odd her hair coloring was...for a Witch.&nbsp; A grimace met Raeth'jaelin's face as she realized who was before her.&nbsp; No doubt the magic was from this trouble maker who managed to come so deep into her borders.&nbsp; Gnomes were one matter, Witches were another and their trouble was everyone's trouble.&nbsp; Raeth, no longer seeing a weary and confused individual, stood up tall and stepped out of the shadows and into light that poured from between a break in the colorful trees.&nbsp; With a wide stance and a serious and penetrating gaze, she addressed the red-headed woman before her, "You stand in violation of the laws of the Dragonlands, Witch.&nbsp; Under no circumstance are you permitted to use magic within our borders!"<br><br>She paused, thinking of calling down Kalthr to deal with the little, trespassing creature, but waited to see if it would say anything instead.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 09:13:41</strong>
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				Donna quickly became aware of another presence. She didn't have magic in the usual sense, she hadn't tapped into that yet. But she did have a sixth sense. She could tell when somebody was near her and she had a sense of whether or not something was coming. Like that morning she had felt that something bad was coming, she just knew that things were not going to be going right. And clearly she had been spot on, like usual, because this was clearly not the way that things were supposed to be going. There was something about this presence though, something that just wasn't right. It wasn't like everything she was used to.<br><br>Hearing the voice she slowly turned to face the person with the strange presence. And when she saw the person her jaw almost dropped. Tilting her head she studied the....woman? Was it a woman? Female anyway. "Well now I know I fell and hit my head. I just never knew my imagination was this great. But then again considering all the books I read, why shouldn't it be this great?" she said with a small chuckle as she ran her fingers through her hair. "But sine I'm here might as well play along," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. She seemed to enjoy talking out loud to herself.<br><br>"First of all and most importantly I'm not a Witch and I don't know how to do any type of magic," she said as she looked around. "And secondly, I have no idea what the Dragonlands are. This is the first time I've ever heard of this place," she added as she looked back at the female, studying her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 09:56:46</strong>
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				The Witch's complete denial of everything caused the Princess to loose her composure momentarily as her eyebrow raised in surprised confusion.&nbsp; Finally, knowing that Witches were all sorts of wily character, she was not going to budge.&nbsp; That magic was too powerful to overlook any possibility she was the person who caused it.&nbsp; That magic was felt in her bones when it hit her.&nbsp; Witch with hair like the red leaves in the nearby whitebark trees.&nbsp; Witches...from their forsaken little pocket of land, were mostly flaxen haired or light browns.&nbsp; And her <em>clothing</em>!&nbsp; Of what type of travel wear was that?&nbsp; It seemed minimally protective and clung to her body's feminine form, but overall, it was odd, very very odd.&nbsp; <br><br>Her patience had begun to wear thin far before the incident had occurred, so Raeth'jaelin quickly closed the distance between them.&nbsp; Her lips parted in an angry hiss, her larger canines apparent.&nbsp; "Do not take me for a fool, <em>Witch</em>!&nbsp; The magic energy that just passed through this area was your doing!&nbsp; This is the heart of the Alterra Dragon lands, do not tell me that you do not know where you are.&nbsp; It would take weeks for a ground walker to get to the nearest border!"<br><br>Her anger flared and her dark purple eyes deepened with intensity.&nbsp; "Stop your lies!"<br><br>The saplings west of them were unceremoniously decimated as the large red dragon, Kulathr, dropped his form from the sky with a vicious roar.&nbsp; "Wiitcch," he hissed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Witch, indeed," Raeth'jaelin continued, smirking now.&nbsp; She was quickly trying to figure out if there would be any repercussion if she eliminated the woman now.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was deeply curious about the magic but if she could not get her answers, a little bit of bloodspilling seemed like it be good sport for her and Kulathr.&nbsp; She closed the final feet in between them, and one of her hands came up to grab the woman's chin between her hard and sharp finger nails.&nbsp; Sharp tips grazed along soft skin, daring the Witch to move in any violent manner and mar her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 10:05:54</strong>
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				A deep frown came to her lips as she watched the female. This was too weird. This was seriously beyond anything she could dream up. "It was not. I haven't done magic a day in my life," she snapped as she watched her. "And I've never heard of this. One second I'm on a freaking ladder getting a book for a woman that knows my name even though my name tag clearly states Donna and not my full name and so I look at her and the next thing I know is that I'm falling through blackness for I don't know how long and then I'm suddenly hear," she snapped. "So no it didn't take me weeks to get here. It just took me looking at the wrong damn woman," she added as she crossed her arms.<br><br>Her eyes narrowed as she watched her, "I don't lie but considering you don't know me I'll forgive your ignorance of my honest nature," she said. But when another presence dropped down she jumped and yelped. "D...d...dragon?" she stuttered and this time her jaw did drop. "But you aren't real. Dragons aren't real. They're just myths," she said softly.<br><br>Feeling the hard and sharp fingernails against her chin she went completely still as she looked at her with wide eyes, "I'm not a witch. I don't know how to prove I'm not a witch. I'm human. I don't know how to prove that I'm human but if you can come up with a way for me to prove that I'm not a witch, that wouldn't result in my death I would very much appreciate it," she said as she watched her.
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				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 17:20:50</strong>
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				"A <em>human</em>?"<br><br>Raeth'jaelin released the girl's face and took a step back in subdued surprise.&nbsp; She took a look over the woman again, still perplexed by&nbsp; the clothing she wore.&nbsp; She could sense Kulathr grow restless as he broke through a few more trees and took a few giant steps over.&nbsp; He was about the height of a two-story house and was a lean, young-looking dragon.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not know how you will prove your...human blood.&nbsp; But we deal with witches by drowning them.&nbsp; If they are powerful enough to save themselves, then we kill them.&nbsp; If they are not, then it is one less Witch," Raeth said in seriousness.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, she was going to treat this <em>human</em> like a Witch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Myths.&nbsp; You are myth!&nbsp; We can find out by the taste of her blood," Kulathr chortled in a growl, snapping his teeth together.&nbsp; Dragons were no myth.&nbsp; Humans on the other hand...were not supposed to exist!&nbsp; Ancients.&nbsp; Myths.&nbsp; Raeth'jaelin could not help but feel the young woman's sincerity in her words.&nbsp; She was a good liar...because there was no way she could be a true <em>human</em>, right?&nbsp; The Princess grew unsettled with her self doubt.&nbsp; Apparently Kulathr was done waiting, no longer caring for the Witch's stories.&nbsp; With a giant lunge and a gusty flap of his wings, he closed the space between him and them.&nbsp; One giant claw was poised to swipe the woman to the ground.&nbsp; Raeth'jaelin, despite thinking hard to figure out what to do with the red-haired woman, saw Kulathr tense for the lunge and begun her shift back to her true form.&nbsp; Like a large shadow, she appeared in front of the woman, much larger than the red that was in midleap.&nbsp; Her tail and back leg were so close to the small human that it was a surprise that she did not trample her.&nbsp; The red glanced off the black dragon's side like a pebble on a rock.&nbsp; Kulathr, instantly realizing he had made the wrong decision, backed off immediately as Raeth'jaelin release a frustrated and thundering roar.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Go to the Citadel! Find Emres the Historyward and The Magicseer and have them prepared for the arrival of a <em>human</em>.&nbsp; See Borchil and have a dungeon cell ready as well.&nbsp; I will be bringing her after I decide if she indeed is not a Witch."&nbsp; Her commontongue speak to the red was more coherent than his own, more refined and clear.&nbsp; <br><br>The small male dragon paced and made growling noises of objection but knew better than to question her after his misbehavior.&nbsp; Obviously angered, he launched himself off into the sky, leaving the forest clearing much quieter.&nbsp; For a few long moments, Raeth'jaelin did nothing except breathe her giant dragon breaths.&nbsp; Exhaling slowly, the Dragon shimmered back down to her human form, before turning back to the human, watching her seriously and closely.&nbsp; She did not care to spoil Kulathr's fun, but the human's life did not belong to him, it belonged to Raeth'jaelin.&nbsp; She took a few steps, inspecting the woman once more.&nbsp; The legend behind a Dragon's humanoid form could be traced back to Humans, long before Witches supposedly existed.&nbsp; She wondered if it was true, looking into the woman's green eyes.<br><br>"Name," her deep, smooth voice cut through the silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 22:40:22</strong>
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				Donna looked over at the other dragon. That was the one that was worrying her the most. The female before her was more cool, calculated. But the red one? He seemed more ready for action and that was a little more dangerous for her at the moment. As he took the few giant steps over to her she reacted out of instinct from a giant being coming toward you and one that wanted your death. She turned and stumbled back a couple of steps.<br><br>"God you're as bad as the people were during the witchhunts," she said as she glanced back at the female before looking back at the other dragon. It was hard to decipher what he said but she had got at least the words you and myth. "I'm not the freaking myth. You and your friend there are. You've never actually supposed to have existed from where I'm from," she snapped as she crossed her arms as she watched her. But Donna knew that myth or no myth these two creatures were her reality at the moment and they could harm her and the best course of action would be to accept it and to figure out how to get herself out of the predicament that she was in. As the red dragon began to lunge toward her she stumbled back, falling in the process as a scream escaped her and then the female changed. Donna quickly scrambled out of the way of the tail and back legs. There was no way she wanted to get trampled.<br><br>Listening a small frown came to her lips. Clearly she wasn't going to be killed just at the moment. Sighing she simply laid back with her knees bent and her feet flat on the ground as she stared up at the sky. Once the red dragon was gone she shifted and sat up, crossing her legs but she didn't stand yet. Looking at the dragon as she shifted she tilted her head a bit, "You are more magical then I am," she said as she crossed her arms before sighing softly. "Donna Johnson," she said as she watched her. She didn't even think to give her full name, she hardly ever used it anyway. "What's yours?" she asked as she watched her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 06:48:47</strong>
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				"You do not need to know my name, human."&nbsp; Raeth'jaelin looked down at the woman on the ground, thinking of her odd name.&nbsp; Little did she know, the dragon Princess had been stalling while she figured out how she would the human to the Citadel.&nbsp; Usual methods would including being carried in her claw...or between her fangs.&nbsp; Riding atop her black backside was an amazing privilege given to any creature, human, Witch, Gnome, or otherwise.&nbsp; The whole point dissolved simply into Raeth not wanting to touch the woman for any prolonged period of time, wary of her fearsome magic.&nbsp; <br><br>"Get up," she commanded in a deadpan tone.&nbsp; Her toned body was still ready and tense, waiting for the woman to move.&nbsp; Steadily, her accent coating her words with darker tones, she spoke, somewhat less threatening.&nbsp; "You are magicless? <em>And </em>you do not know of dragons?&nbsp; Your confusion seems sincere and so does your scent, but you, human, come from a pool of very limited possibilities."<br><br>As she said it, the idea of the impossible happening caused Raeth to grimace.&nbsp; Dragons were not used to the unpredictable, the unexplainable, and uncontrollable...or at least Raeth'jaelin was not used to it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted to touch the woman again, study the vibrancy of her hair and the texture of her skin.&nbsp; How was this creature, a human, different from a Witch or those small stocky mountain folk that resembled ancient humans?&nbsp; She wanted to know!&nbsp; Her anger and displeasure masked her tentativeness to approach the human once again.&nbsp; The memory of that powerful jolt of power was still too fresh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 06:58:27</strong>
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				Donna's eyes narrowed as she studied the dragon female, "You are rude beyond belief," she stated as she kept her arms crossed. She decided then that she didn't like the other dragon. She didn't care that she had saved her. Hell, for all she knew, and it was probably this reason, she had saved her to save the kill for own self. "You asked for my name and common courtesy dictates that you give me your name in return. But why the hell did you even ask my name if you didn't plan on using it?" she snapped as she watched her, her eyes sparkling with annoyance as she uncrossed her arms and laid her hands on her knees, tapping her fingers against her knees as she kept her eyes on the female, not wanting to look away just in case she needed to move quickly.<br><br>A laugh came from Donna as she rolled her eyes, "Like hell I'm going to do as you order. You've insulted me and been rude since coming across me. At first it was understandable, you didn't know if I was a threat. But clearly I'm not a threat or I would have done something already. Peace of advice. You want the respect of cooperation then you show some respect in return," she stated and instead of getting up she actually laid back. She laced her fingers together and rested her head on her hands as she stared at the sky. "Funny you come from one single, possible possibility," she stated as she glanced at the female. "When I looked down while I was on the ladder I slipped and hit my head and all of this is some strange dream that I will wake up from at any point," she stated as she looked back up at the sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 07:29:52</strong>
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				Raeth tried to grasp for words, even ran her slender hand through her dark tresses, looking down at the woman now laying supine on the grassy forest floor.&nbsp; She had just gotten thoroughly berated by this fleshy little creature!&nbsp; It left her somewhat stunned, and thankful Kulathr was not still around.&nbsp; Still her violet eyes were narrowed.&nbsp; She would fly the woman back between her claws if she had to, but she was not so arrogant to see that the woman had a point.&nbsp; As strange as she was, and as strange as the circumstances were, this Donna had remained physically noncombative.&nbsp; Her tongue on the other hand...<br><br>"Raeth'jaelin," she said softly, in substitute of any resemblance of an apology. She did not give her rank or any indication of her status.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her brief moment in her true form may have given a hint at the power she possessed, which she did not mind.&nbsp; It was best to keep the fiery little human intimidated.&nbsp; Remembering Kulathr's words about tasting her blood was her only true remaining option to determine who and what this woman was.&nbsp; Magic, born into a mortal, always ran in the blood and could be tasted.&nbsp; Taste, to a dragon, was highly important, and could tell them so much.&nbsp; The dark dragons of the underground caves would chomp at the ground to survey what minerals it contained and where to build the sturdiest caverns.&nbsp; Though very strict treaties were in place to prevent any blood spill and the inevitable War that would follow, Raeth had the chance to taste Witch's blood on her fangs.&nbsp; Like how rabbits tasted different from Faeries, the Dragon Princess would know know if the woman was a Witch immediately. <br><br>Now...how to taste the young woman.&nbsp; She had to suppress her smirk as she looked into attractive green eyes.&nbsp; She could just ask.&nbsp; Things could hardly get worse between them. Still she waited, being very patient, to see what the woman would do.&nbsp; Surely she was not going to lay on the forest floor, forever, unarmed?&nbsp; Also what of her destination?<br><br>With a skeptical and intense look, she crouched down near the woman.&nbsp; "Does your head hurt?" Her dark voice was sincere but still not friendly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 07:48:01</strong>
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				Hearing the soft word she glanced at her in surprise and quickly put it together that Raeth'jaelin was the female's name. Donna couldn't help but give a soft chuckle, "God that's as bad as mine. But then again I bet that kind of name doesn't stand out here like mine did back at home. Belladonna Lilura. How awful is that? Stood out like a sore thumb where I grew up," she said as she looked back up at the sky. "But I like Donna better. Sounds much more normal and doesn't get so many looks," she said with a small nod of her head as she looked back over at Raeth. <br><br>Donna didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't know if this place was real or if it was all in her head. If it was all in her head then she would simply wake up at some point. But if this was real....if this was in fact real then she did need to make some form of ally so that she could survive. But she had a feeling that a dragon ally would not be the best idea. Although she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. She was in the middle of Dragonland and nowhere near home. This place didn't exist on her planet. So for the moment this was her reality and she would have to live it as if she would not wake up from it at any point, just to be on the safe side. So deciding that, she decided she might want to start playing nice with the dragon.<br><br>When Raeth crouched near her she shifted and sat up, "Head hurts a bit but my back is really killing me," she answered as she shifted a bit and crossed her legs as she studied the female. "But why do you want to know? You would be more then happy for me to just be dead," she said before cursing herself mentally. So much for playing nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 08:15:46</strong>
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				"Belladonna Lilura...Johnson..." Carefully the dragon tumbled the word over her tongue, her accent making it sound like an entire name altogether than from what Donna had said.&nbsp; It had a more clumsy feel to it, but than again any foreign name had a similar effect.&nbsp; Even after she had said it once, she kept repeating the name in her head, finding it as perplexing as the human's clothing.<br><br>"I would be happy to see that the safety of my people is secured, little fireling," she growled out in reply but tried to restrain herself from saying any more or <em>doing </em>any more.&nbsp; This tense relationship they had started off with was beginning to worsen and prove uncooperative.&nbsp; There were very few people who spoke to Raeth'jaelin in the manner Donna seemed to do freely.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Give me your hand," she extended her tanned slender arm out.&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes further at Donna, wondering if she would refuse.&nbsp; The thought of being denied only caused Raeth's blood to boil in anger and frustration. Either way, her consent to the request was not necessary, Raeth adamantly thought.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 08:22:39</strong>
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				Listening to Raeth try to get her tongue around her name a soft chuckle came from her. She knew that it was always rough learning something new, especially if there was an accent involved. Raising an eyebrow slightly she studied her, "Considering that statement could go two ways I'll just address both ways. One I'm not one of your people so my safety isn't really your concern. And the other, even though you won't believe me, you're people have nothing to worry from me. I don't want to harm anybody," she stated as she watched her as she gave a small sigh as she watched her.<br><br>A deep frown came to her lips as she shook her head. Standing she took a step back, "Oh no. No, no, no, no. I'm not getting willingly getting close enough. I understood enough from that red one to know something about a test with my blood," she said as she watched her as she put her arms behind her back. "I don't like the sight of blood or I would willingly let you do whatever test you need to do to prove that I'm not a witch and get this whole animosity thing over with," she added. Ever since she was little the smallest drop of blood was enough to make her stomach queasy and enough of it or if she saw it and wasn't ready for it she had been known to pass out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 08:37:02</strong>
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				Well she was not dim-witted, that was interesting to Raeth.&nbsp; She was quick and attentive and could recall.&nbsp; Hell, that was more credit than she gave an average Witch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Humans of old were crafty creatures though, perhaps...Hm, she still needed to confirm the identity.&nbsp; She continue to glare at the girl, who was now standing.&nbsp; In a swift movement, she was standing as well, and her firm hand delicately captured Donna's forearm and wrist.&nbsp; She was distressed...for a magical being.&nbsp; Raeth'jaelin was still stuck on the idea that that magic had to have come from her, human or not.&nbsp; Raeth's look softened, not really sure how to deal with the human who was skittish to having her blood spilt.&nbsp; Never had this been a dilemma she had encountered, and paused several moments before speaking.&nbsp; <br><br>"Stop," her tone was firm but not forceful.&nbsp; "What if you don't have to see?&nbsp; Quick, clean."&nbsp; It was her last warning, because she was quite sure the discomfort of the human could be sacrificed for the knowledge she could gain. As the Princess, she felt as if it were her duty to find out as much as possible.&nbsp; Knowledge was power, the true dragon's treasure that was hoarded.&nbsp; For any reason, this woman could disappear as mysteriously as she appeared, and Raeth'jaelin would be left with nothing but a puzzling tale.&nbsp; That was unacceptable.&nbsp; She dug her hidden dense weight of her dragon form into the ground subtly, in case she really wanted to flee.&nbsp; Now that Raeth was prepared, it would not be so easy to escape her grasp.&nbsp; She waited to see what the human had to say or do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 08:45:16</strong>
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				"My arm. I should have some say in whether or not my blood is spilled," Donna snapped as she watched her as she tried to pull her arm away. She didn't always have to see her blood for it to bother her. Just knowing that it was coming from her could do the trick sometimes. She was a mite sensitive when it came to the things that were supposed to stay inside actually staying inside. "And what does it matter anyway, huh?" she asked as she watched her. "If had magic, that I could actually use, wouldn't I have already used it? I would have used it against that red one when he started to lunge at me. After all, I didn't know that you were going to step in front and block him. If I had anything it would have been used then," she stated as she continued to try to pull her arm out of Raeth's hold. <br><br>Another thought had hit her as well. "And what if you taste magic in my blood? What then? I'm not a witch. I've never used magic a day in my life. My I would imagine that sort of thing runs through the family. My mother died giving birth to me and I never knew her and I never knew her family. I know nobody on my daddy's side is magic, but I don't know anything about my momma's side. Would you condemn me for something you taste in my blood but I've never done a day in my life?" she asked as she watched her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 09:06:45</strong>
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				Raeth'jaelin was beginning to feel uncomfortable about how vehemently she did not want her blood spilled.&nbsp; She would try and explain the importance of the information she gained, but she was more frustrated than anything at that point.&nbsp; She was frustrated with herself for even letting this human continue to struggle and deny her request.&nbsp; She dropped Donna's forearm for a brief moment before capturing her hand.&nbsp; Cradling it in her sharp nails, she mulled over what Donna had said.&nbsp; Part of her raged under the surface, pushing her to just get it over with and taste her blood.<br><br>"I have tasted a Witch," she began, her nails carefully poised on her delicate skin.&nbsp; Part of her mind was taking in how soft her hand was, while she continued to speak, "When I taste you, I will know if you are a Witch.&nbsp; And if you are?&nbsp; There is nothing, even I, can do to help you.&nbsp; You will not escape these lands.&nbsp; They will lock you up in a dungeon to rot...or worse.&nbsp; There are treaties in place for a reason, to avoid a cataclysmic misfortune.&nbsp; You stand in the wrong, currently.&nbsp; Now, if I can confirm you are not a Witch but indeed...a <em>human</em>, a near impossibility, then we discuss your fate at the Citadel.&nbsp; The use of magic is irrelevant at this point, even I can use some magic.&nbsp; I need to know your <em>identity</em>, information only your blood spells."<br><br>She dropped Donna's hand then and stepped back, more for her own sake. She needed to take a breather from this infuriating puzzlebox of a woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 09:15:43</strong>
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				Donna started to step back when her arm was dropped but when she went still when her hand was cradled on those sharp nails. Staring at her she listened and shook her head as she listened, "I would not be in the wrong. You and your race would be in the wrong. I...do....not...come...from....here. I don't know anything about any of ya'll. I don't know about dragons, I don't know about witches. All I know is the myths that I have heard here and there through the years as I grew up," she snapped as she watched her. <br><br>Raising an eyebrow slightly she shook her head as she turned and looked away from her as she crossed her arms as she thought for a moment before huffing. What did she have to fear. She was human. She wasn't a witch. Taking a deep breath she slowly exhaled before turning and looking at Raeth and studied her. Her hand shot out and she simply held it there, "Fine, taste my blood. You'll see. I'm human," she stated as she watched her. Her stomach was already churning and her ivory skin had a greenish tint to it that came from nausea. If Raeth tasted her blood there would be a slight issue. Her mother had been a witch and that would carry through her bloodline. She was half witch. But from her father she was 100% human. Her mother had been a powerful witch so even half witch her magic could be great but her magic was deeply buried. The real kicker of the situation however, was that she was still half human.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 18:38:44</strong>
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				Donna's permission given still came as a surprise to Reath.&nbsp; With her pale arm extended, Raeth smiled softly for the first time at the human. Her continuous discomfort at the idea was slightly amusing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raeth thought she should still be more concerned about getting eaten by than letting the Dragon have a taste, but this little individual was odd in quite a few ways.&nbsp; She took the human's hand in hers, studying it for a brief moment before grabbing the woman's shoulder with her other hand, bringing her close.&nbsp; Raeth stood only an inch taller than Donna in this form.&nbsp; For a moment Raeth contemplated the issue of presenting the least bit of discomfort to the human.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; By the blasted dragonheart, if she knew!&nbsp; When Raeth wanted to taste something, she just took a large bite.&nbsp; Never did she have to consider the actual comfort of any creature in this regard.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed deeply after locking eyes with Donna's for some time.&nbsp; Finally coming to a decision but giving Donna no room to further protest, Raeth secured Donna with one arm around her back as her other hand dropped Donna's arm and swept red hair away, exposing her alabaster neck.&nbsp; Without hesitation, sharp dragon fangs broke through the skin just above Donna's collarbone, careful to not tear the tender muscles there.&nbsp; There was little resistance for her canines as Raeth sunk the tips of her fangs a little deeper, urging blood to rise to the surface.&nbsp; When she tasted the first drop on her tongue, she stopped placing pressure on her neck, and gently lapped at the area in small licks.&nbsp; She did not bleed a lot, as Raeth did not need to take much from her.&nbsp; More information could be gained with more blood, but a small sample would be good enough for Raeth.&nbsp; <br><br>The bite was just a mere couple of seconds, but Raeth held her for much longer after as she tasted the wound on her neck until the light bleeding stopped.&nbsp; Raeth could only stare at the two little pricks on Donna's neck as she processed the wealth of knowledge. <br><br>She had never tasted...anything like that.&nbsp; There was an unsettling feeling of how similar to a Witch she tasted but still very much different.&nbsp; Even the magic, which held a tinny taste in all creatures, tasted different in her blood.&nbsp; And indeed the red-headed one had magic, and quite an unusual amount of it.&nbsp; Raeth would not be able to confirm if the magic she felt came from Donna.&nbsp; Indeed, she must be human but it was not like Raeth'jaelin had any other humans on hand to compare to.&nbsp; Part of her was relieved to find out that she did not taste exactly like a Witch...Whether it was because Donna's fate had not been sealed or that Raeth had not wasted her time with a dead-woman-walking, was unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>Becoming aware she had zoned out, still holding the no-longer bleeding Donna with one arm, Raeth stepped back, her look still deadpan.&nbsp; With a quick glance at the skies above the flittering leaves, she look back at Donna, unable to suppress the heat that came to her cheeks.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to explain the next set of instructions about their arrival at the Citadel, but halted herself and instead said softly, "Thank you, human."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You aren't supposed to be real! (VNConsort/DixieRebelDelight)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRoseBlackSea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 18:58:00</strong>
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				Donna's eyes widened when she was pulled against Raeth. A shudder of revulsion came from her at the thought of the blood that was about to come out of her body. When the bite happened a yelp escaped her as she closed her eyes. She had to fight the nausea, had to fight against her stomach emptying itself. Shaking slightly she gulped several times as she fought against her own body. Taking deep breaths she began to calm once the pressure of the bite stopped and the licking stopped. Slowly the sickness passed and she was able to settled her insides so she wasn't wanting to empty her stomach all over the nice grass.<br><br>Looking at the dragon she watched her and tilted her head. Apparently everything was going to be alright. Surely if she had tasted witch then she would be dead. Smiling slightly she slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans as she allowed herself to relax a little. After all, things were starting to look a little bit better. The only thing was she wasn't going to let anybody else take her blood. They would just have to trust Raeth's word because she wasn't getting bit again and she wasn't going through that sickness again just to prove she was who she said she was. Watching Raeth she raised an eyebrow slightly before giving a slight smile, "Donna," she reminded her. "So now what? Now that you know I'm human, what happens?" she asked.
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