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Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

The great being listened to his words, judging each carefully by what they meant and analyzing the emotion he put forth into them. It was true that dragons and humans lived in a sort of coexistence, and where there were major human settlements, dragons were found not too far away. Though it had been many, many years since the great wars where humans and mythological beasts were at odds, there was still palpable friction between them. However, no matter how infrequently dragons would gather and share tales, word had spread of some who united with riders and subsequently became Dragoons. While the majority of dragon kind had not approved of this and merely saw their brothers and sisters as no more than animals now, some believed it necessary to keep bloodshed from occurring more than it had to. Saria was quite the free spirit, and being a 'hatchling' compared to her older peers, she didn't have a solid opinion of this union. Yet no matter how se rebelled and felt free and alive on her own, here, this human was treating her with utmost respect after he had unknowingly offended her. He was face first into the dirt, bent in genuflection as if she were a god. Admittedly, it got to her head a little but she kept a steady mind. So the dragon chose. Bending her head a little more to his level, she trained her amber eyes on him, the slit pupils contracting further, hot breath pouring from her nostrils and smelling of gunpowder. Very well, human. If it is me you have chosen to be your dragon, then you shall be my rider. However, as you say, I am one of the many that can change to fit your...smaller standards. I may disguise myself as human. Therefore I suspect you treat me respectfully. I do not become a mule because you have bent me to your will, but because your courage and resiliency has proven you are strong enough. And with that, she pulled back, her form beginning to shine in a bright ball of light.
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Saria could feel her form condensing as this process went on, the area inside the ball of light as calm as an eye of a storm would be. Eventually, she felt her wings disappearing, and the smoothness of human skin replacing her rough scales. Her transformation complete, the ball of light dissipated with a mighty gust of wind, and all was still. There the woman stood in the middle of a circle of blasted dirt, the immediate area around her having been turned to somewhat crystal-clear sand. She ignored this though, walking forward as smoothly as a goddess would towards her new rider. Her amber eyes remained locked on his until she was merely five feet away. It was true that her horns were still there stop her blonde mane of hair, just much smaller. Though she was mostly naked, she seemed to be wearing some sort of obsidian and leather armor over her shoulders, and braces on her arms. Though nothing protected her bare chest, she did have something rather skimpily on to cover her nether regions. And when she spoke, her voice had lost none of its power or portential ferocity it was more personified however and didn't seem to be echoing in space. This is my first release into this form. I assure you that you won't be greeted by such a storm as that for each consecutive time I change. My name, rider, is Saria. And I formally pledge my life to you as a protector and a weapon, but also as an individual. Be reminded that my original self is the mighty dragon, not a human. As she had moved closer, Connor would have likely noticed the same war paint on her skin that had been there before on her crimson scales. Now it appeared to be a tattoo, crossing her arms, legs, back, and edges of her face and nose. She was giving him a smile, a very small and tense one, but at least she was attempting to show she was happy with her decision.
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The woman's modest coverings was enough to drive any man into a state of sexual frustration. Connor wasn't the type of man to fall into such a distasteful state though. Her voice when she spoke now didn't have the same booming effect that it did while she was a dragon. Instead it was soft, and feminine. But still her voice had dominance and ferocity, as if she was now the embodiment of all that raw untapped power condensed down into a single skinny and sexy form. Connor couldn't however keep himself from eying the beautiful feminine form. As she approached him, Connor got up to his feet and his grin was from ear to ear. And it wasn't due to the fact that she was as incredibly breath taking as she was, and he thought he would be getting lucky. No, it was because he had just heard words that had been a dream of his to hear since he was but a wee little lad. Connor nodded to her words, understanding very well that her original form was that of a dragon. How could he forget, he had just jumped off a cliff in order to get this far. Her name echoed through his mind he memorized the name and the way it sounded rolling off of her tongue. It was a simple name for a dragon, and that only meant he would be able to pronounce it that much easier. I am Connor Crowe, I will never forget your strength your power, or your wisdom. You are as sacred to me as the oath we riders live by, Connor said looking to her awkward smile which made him laugh aloud. It is a great honor to meet you Saria. He said before bowing slowly. Connor stood up straight and looked her over, his excitement was boiling over and he couldn't take it any longer. He rushed her with his arms wide open and took her in his embrace. He hugged her form tightly and bounced up and down with excitement at the fact that he was finally able to become a Dragoon, with a dragon who accepted him as her very own rider. I AM SO EXCITED! He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned back away from her. So much so that I could kiss you! OH MAN! I can't wait to take the riding exam, we're going to blow ALL of the record times out of the water with how fast you are! Everyone is going to be soooo jealous! Connor continued giddily. His attention then drifted down from her face and mouth, to her chest. He realized it only then that she was still very much so close to as nude as you were at birth. He then realized that he had hugged her tightly and her breasts had pressed against his chest all without him realizing. The front of his pants tightened, and his face changed slightly to that of displaying unease. He then realized that he hadn't the foggiest idea where his sword had gone. But his eyes were still glued to her chest, almost as if his vision was locked there.
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Saria couldn't help but try to pull out of his grasp, the sudden hug being rather demeaning for someone of her standards, seeing as she was a dragon far older than him. She was not used to human social gestures either, and this was incredibly shocking and way too close for comfortability for her. With a snarl, she managed to struggle out of Connor's impromptu hug. One hand was already on the short sword that rested on her back, which was no longer than her forearm from hand to elbow. But his words, she also took high offense to. Human, I am NOT some object to show off! I am a dragon, a race far more ancient than your puny one! I am not to be used to make others jealous with my speed! You are a mere rider, not the one who takes it upon yourself to beat your own wings and to master the complex art of flight! Her pupils had grown to mere slits, nostrils flaring as much as they could with Saria's now-human traits. Her teeth were bared, showing to be sharpened and her longer ears lying flat and horizontal to her skull. Of course, she didn't care about his gaze being attracted to her breasts. She knew that humans were foolish when it came to mating, and the male hormone often forcing some to become dumb when finding a female attractive. Much like Connor was doing now, with his vision fazed out and his face blank. With a quick draw of her short sword, she whacked his temple with the blunt end of the pommel and sent him to the ground, standing over him almost as if she were in her true form, demanding all the respect as before. Perhaps she couldn't breathe fire now, but he was still in danger. Crowe, I chose you to be my rider. You did not choose me to be your dragon. Treat me with respect and I won't have to rethink my acceptance of your pitiful dream. I will do this test, but be reminded it is by my power and choice alone that you are able to take part in it. And I would prefer if you did not stare like some brainless fool.
Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

Even though Connor had forgotten the fact that his human traditions and ways would be lost on her. But he had never expected her to attack him so blatantly. As she stood above him, her words were lost on him this time. Connor was one who was never very apt or willing to take unnecessary violence directed at him. His hand reached behind his head for the hilt of his sword, but again it wasn't to be found. He ground his teeth together, and stood. He could feel his face growing hot with anger, and he clenched his hands into fists. Dragon , you are a creature who has existed for years beyond human comprehension. You have intelligence that should allow you to understand such a simple concept as a show of appreciation. It would be in your best interest to not strike at a human while in the presence of others. You might think yourself so high and mighty, but do remember that there has been your kinds blood shed from my kind. Connor said in a harsh tone. He stood, dusting off his pants and turning around, he walked away from her and towards the treeline. I'm going to go search for my sword, I won't bother telling you what you can or can't do since you probably already know, Connor spoke with some venom in his words. He was the type who didn't like to be attacked unless it was during a fight. For a rider, being attacked as such is only a sign of their own weakness as well a really large show of disrespect from their dragon. Connor walked through a large bush, and away from the opening where Saria was. He didn't bother to rub his head where she had struck him, as the blow hadn't hurt him. Rather it had taken him by surprise, and he had thought she was going to swing at him with the actual blade of hers. Had he realized that she would be doing so, he could have dodged the sudden assault. Pompous beast, she would be wise to never raise a weapon to me again, thought Connor as he walked in search of his blade. While he was falling previously, he had seen the shimmer of his sword stuck in a tall tree. But once he had been swept up by Saria, he had no real idea where she had set him down. Thus the large tree was difficult to see in the thick foliage. Connor huffed and puffed as he walked angrily through the woods, Speaks so highly of herself, as if she's the Queen of all things living. If dragons were so importantly massive, and humans were so insignificant why would they choose to take OUR forms, the beasts are only as wise as they are lovable, Connor was clearly very perturbed by her actions. He punched a nearby tree as hard as he could, shaking a few loose leaves from the branches. Hearing the sound of metal clanging against metal Connor looked up to see the chain he had wrapped around his blade hanging from the tree. He knew that he was nearby to the larger tree and thus he started back up moving through the woods, with more urgency now than before.
Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

Saria stood there silently, watching him storm off in search of his own sword. She sheathed hers in the leather scabbard upon her back, not moving until he had disappeared in the tree line of the forest. She sighed, pulling back her hair from her face, a light breeze coming in from the direction of the tall, jagged mountains behind her. Her mind sat idle for now, before she took a running start, transforming in a much smaller flash as compared to before, her muscled, crimson-scaled draconic form emerging seemingly from nowhere and taking flight in one gigantic rush of air. She gained enough altitude only so her wings wouldn't affect the ground beneath, and used her sharp vision to watch Connor from the air. With a somewhat soft voice, though still echoing infinitely I can hear your thoughts, Crowe. Once a dragon makes a pact, they and their rider are bound deeper than blood.
Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

Saria 'listened' to Connor's thoughts and memories rather quietly, able to picture what he would inside his head as well. She knew little of how humans were raised however, believing that they were left to fend for themselves at an adolescent age much like dragons were. It seemed for Connor this was true, but it was not natural in their society. Even Saria had known her mother, and at brief times would see her soaring through the air from a distance, calling out in the dragon tongue to her. The mighty dragon did not feel something akin to pity for her rider, but a sense of understanding developed. She continued to circle tightly overhead as he located and struggled to claim his sword from the tree. Her scales were absorbing the warm sunlight in the meantime, which provided her with energy. She was classified as almost being a reptile, cold-blooded and reliant on heat for life and to stoke her inner flames. Her attention immediately snapped to the source of the shaking, feeling even a slight reverberation in the air. An earthquake, I would assume? I do not see anything unnatural from up here. The source may be from behind the mountain. ...I suggest you exit the forest so I can give you a lift to your home. With that, the great dragon flew lower, just overhead with a beat of her wings and landed outside the trees, waiting for Connor.
Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

That was no earthquake, that was something else entirely. Something big, thought Connor. He had experienced a number of earthquakes in his time, and all of them had a similar rumble to them that were tell tale signs of exactly that, an earthquake. This came suddenly and without warning as if the planet itself had been struck by something mightier than even the dragons. Although he wanted to go search for the source of the quaking, Connor understood that she was indeed correct. He should return home, but not for reasons that she would think. He would return home in order to better his view of the plains and the mountain. He thought that perhaps there would be something that he would see, even if it took him all night of sitting at his window. Because Connor's father was a Dragoon Captain, he lived as the other soldiers did. In the barracks, but because Connor was not a Dragoon yet, he was only allowed there due to his father's wishes. It was however required that Connor live near to the top of the tower that was the barracks. The reason for this was that he would not get in the way of the Dragoon's when they were dispatched, at the top of the tower he was out of sight out of mind. Connor didn't mind though, for him it gave him a spectacular view. As Saria swooped down overhead, Connor sprinted forward, he watched as she glided over the tips of the trees and he ran as fast as he could to reach the clearing ahead. Once he had reached the edge of the clearing Connor hopped off the trunk of one tree, halfway up another, bouncing from that to the tree he had originally jumped from he landed on a branch. Jumping up towards Saria, he had hoped that she would slow enough for him to land on her back.
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Saria was completely on the ground by the time Connor reached her, her great mass digging into the dirt once more. As soon as she felt him land on her neck however, she took off, knowing he would likely have a good grip on her. Some part of her mind wondered idly for a moment about possibly getting a saddle of sorts so the crimson scales wouldn't rip up just about every pair of pants he had. Her neck was also wide, seeing as he body was several times even an elephant's size, and no doubt he would fit his legs around her like a horse or mule. With a small grunt and a mighty roar, she kicked off, wings flapping quickly to gain altitude, then went into a steady glide around the mountain, using air currents and the rising heat of the earth to keep her airborn with little effort on her own part. The journey went quickly, arriving at his home city using his memories and her previous flights and known geography of the world to locate the specific settlement. She flew low so as to make herself clear she meant no harm, refraining from making any noise or circling movements that would indicate hostility. She landed on a high hill, an obvious barracks of sorts a few hundred feet away. She lowered her neck so Connor could slide off, resting her wings. The female let a sigh go, asking if she should change to human form.
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Connor surveyed the land as they traveled, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, or amiss. The only thing that led him to any sort of conclusion that there was anything odd happening was a group of birds that never left the area during this time of year. This was not only their breeding ground, but also the place where they hunted. The birds didn't even generally fly long distances during this time as they conserved energy for hunting. So for him to see an entire flock taking flight and headed off in the direction of their Winter habitat was a strange occurrence, but it didn't warrant him having Saria change direction in order to investigate further. Connor enjoyed the flight, the feeling keeping his mind at a complete blank, he was at peace up there. Which was strange considering most Dragoon's didn't feel at home in flight, they were usually alert and more tense about the experience. As Saria swooped lower and landed closely enough to the guards tower, Connor hopped off of her neck and landed with a thud on the ground. Looking up to Saria, Connor contemplated the idea of having her change to her human form. He wasn't sure what she was going to do if she did, there was no way he would be able to take the test today, as it required royal attention. The only thing he could think for her to do would be to come inside and meet the other Dragoons, not that she would be interested in meeting other humans who actually saw dragons as a mere tool. You are a free entity, you may choose where you go and what you do. I am only allowed to stay near to the top of the tower, Connor said pointing up at the large circular tower. If you want to fly up there and land, you can come see where I live. The tower will support you, it held my dad's dragon and he was considerably bigger than you are, and by bigger I mean fat. Connor said laughing, waiting to see what her decision was.
Thread: Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

The dragon was glancing about the ground below, surveying the town and seeming it rather quaint, for something so fragile. Of course, she had no need nor wish to destroy it however. Her head came found to Connor, long neck bending as her whole body was facing a separate direction. I will accompany you up the tower in person. I have not experienced much of what the inside of human structures are like, and I must admit I am curious. . With that, she changed in the matter of seconds, another bright but curiously calm flash filling the air before dissipating and revealing her human form once more. She walked over to him, standing rather proud even when naked, obviously not caring even if other humans saw her without clothing. What did she care? Her obvious draconic traits would distinguish her as one of the mighty creatures. Lead on, Connor.
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Connor shrugged as she had agreed to accompany him inside. He didn't shield his face from her transformation as it was much less drastic than last time. Much as she had said it would be, he immediately understood that she hadn't taken this form in quite some time. It was likely due to that reason that the first time he had seen her take her humanoid form it was a violent transformation. He still couldn't get over the fact that she was mostly nude although this time he didn't stare. She had warned him of it before, and Connor didn't want to give her any reason to strike him again. As they walked toward the tower, a few of the on watch guards observed the female walking with the young red headed male. She drew lots of attention to herself with her choice of clothing. Connor himself didn't mind, especially since she was so toned and beautiful. I apologize in advance for the reaction you may or may not get from the people who live where I do, they don't often get to see gorgeous females, Connor projected to her. And after another minute or so of walking they were at the entrance to the tower. Connor pushed open the wooden door and inside at the base of the tower was the mess hall. Currently there were guards who were getting ready for rotation eating their first meal of the day. Everyone stopped and looked at Connor, then to the female behind him once he stepped through the threshold of the tower. Their eyes were as wide as his the first time he had seen her, but their jaws dropped even further. It was partly in disbelief that Connor had actually managed to get a dragon, and then mostly disbelief that he had gotten a dragon that was a beautiful female in her human form. Let us hurry up the stairs, quickly headed to the steps, Connor motioned for her to go ahead of him. We'll keep going until the fifth level, that is where I reside, he informed her. In his quarters, the space was rather large and open, Connor didn't even own a bed instead he slept on the floor opposite to a window that he could see out of at night. It faced the mountain, and gave him quite the astonishing view of where he and Saria had their first real encounter. His 'bed' was many different animal furs, atop mounds of unwoven wool. In his room was relics from wars that his father had taken part in, there were steps that led up further as well. Above him was the storage room, which he was in charge of making certain was organized so he could quickly hand out the necessary gear for any situation.