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Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Arwyn didn't know this man she had never seen him before in her life, and her encounter with the river creature had made her doubly cautious of this stranger's presence. Slowly, and painfully, the elven noblewoman pushed herself up to a sitting position, being careful to still cover her chest with one arm and to arrange her folded legs carefully to preserve what modesty she had left after her assault. The man's amused tone of voice did nothing but irritate the already aggravated woman, and a scowl darkened her delicate features as she finally had the time to survey the human man before her. His skin was darker than her natural tone, and his hair was the color of dark ebony. His clothing was common enough, despite the fact that he wore no tunic or top to conceal his chest. What actually caught her attention and made her even more wary was the tall wooden staff that rested off to the side of the man. She didn't know if he was a mage of some sort, or what he was doing on her property, but all Arwyn honestly cared about was getting dressed and leaving this god-forsaken place for the security of the capital city. Unfortunately for her the oxygen deprivation had taken somewhat of a toll on her, along with the acid burns, and the elven woman was feeling exceptionally weak. If she had been able to stand up she would have fled, but instead she could only sit on the grassy bank of the river and continue to reassure her lungs of the availability of oxygen. When the strange man began to speak again, Arwyn was surprised to hear him addressing the first question she had posed to herself. When he explained that the creature that had captured her was an ooze, and had been trying to digest her, the woman had to fight the urge to move further away from the river's edge. She had never heard of such creatures, most likely because she spent the majority of her time in the capital city and only concerned herself with frivolous and entertaining topics. An ooze? What a horrible creature. She had to resist the urge to shiver as she thought of how close she had come to death, and how easily the creature had captured her. Although now she knew what the creature had been, Arwyn still didn't know who this man was or why he was here. His mirth only continued to rankle her mood, especially when he thought to berate her on her manners. Who are you to demand my identity? She called out to him, anger building in her tone. You are on my property, human, and I suggest you leave before my brother comes and detains you! The elven maiden wasn't sure if this man was insinuating that he had made the ooze disappear, but Arwyn didn't know how he could have done so without even touching the creature unless the man was, in fact, a mage.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Though the great serpent had been in the Valley for several weeks now, perhaps even a small number of months, he had yet to encounter any situation that brought him this level of satisfaction and amusement. He had made it a point to stay away from the elves and their society, so far advanced in comparison to their orcish neighbors with whom they begrudgingly shared the Valley. The reptilian beast had, up until now, kept to himself and found ample amusement in toying with the lesser creatures of the Valley but not yet had he found himself so amused by a single being. Arwyns frustration seemed almost tangible to him and her body made for an attractive sight whilst they conversed. She seemed so prim and proper when she had first arrived at this place but that ooze had done quite the job of stripping any pride or decency from the noblewoman. On top of all of that, she didnt seem all too knowledgeable of what dangers lie in her own forested home. This one was worth keeping an eye on for now at least until he figured out if it was she that was this entertaining or if her entire race could be bent and swayed as she was allowing herself to be. When the elven woman began to shout and scold at him for being so bold as to demand her identity as she so clearly put it, the mans right hand rose into the air as if to silently ask her to stop. Then he did the unthinkable, perhaps the most demeaning thing that he could have done to a fully grown woman of her social status. The fingers of his hand all curled in so that only his index finger remained erect and he moved that single finger back and forth as though he were silently scolding a child for doing something that it knew it shouldnt do. Now, now my beautiful damsel, I never once demanded anything of you, the man spoke in a clearly condescending tone. All that I did was point out a social folly made on your part toward a man to whom you would have surely been killed without. Besides, if I were going to demand anything of a creature as breathtaking as yourself I would aim much higher than just your name. That scolding hand lowered back into the mans lap as he finished speaking and his head fell back his gaze turning towards the clear blue evening sky. I suppose all of the rumors I had heard of the elven peoples generosity and social grace were all the romanticized ramblings of drunken fools. Now where am I ever going to find a place to stay It would have been hard to place what was truly meant by the mans words as he continued to speak. Was he merely rambling to himself or was he trying to bait Arwyn into inviting him to stay at her home? It was clear, at the very least, that this man was not from around here very few human lived in the Valley and they were too deep into the forest for this man to have walked this far in just one day. Heck, it would have taken most almost two weeks to penetrate the forest this deeply on foot. He had been here for quite some time of that there was no doubt.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

The elven woman's rose pink lips were thinned down into a scowl the longer she had to sit and regard the flippant human male before her. The thought that he could be anything but a human did not even cross her mind, let alone the fact that he was actually a dragon in disguise. The only thing that gave her pause about him was the rather large wooden staff that remained at his side, and the fact that she knew absolutely nothing about the extent of his abilities. He hinted at the fact that he had been the one to banish the creature that had held her in its grasp, but the noblewoman wouldn't bring herself to ask him outright. Truthfully at this moment even if the stranger happened to be a normal human man it wouldn't take much to overpower her in the state she was in, the ooze's acid and the panic that had gripped her all but sapping her strength. Still Arwyn continued to sit and stare petulantly up to this human man, wishing he would just leave her already so that she could gather her dress and try to muster the strength to shuffle back to the manor house. The first thing she would do was march up to her brother and demand to know why she hadn't been warned of the dangers lurking on their land, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Instead her ire was only fueled when the strange man seemed to taunt her even further by actually scolding her silently. If she hadn't already been red from the corrosive acid then blood would have rushed to her formerly fair cheeks in rage, her lips parting in outrage. You! Arwyn couldn't even formulate her thoughts properly to come up with a response before he began to address her again in such a condescending tone. Although the noblewoman was vain, even a compliment to her beauty was not enough to assuage her still growing anger. What annoyed her most, perhaps, was the fact that she didn't know what this person wanted from her. She was clearly affluent if he cared to observe her discarded gown, but if he was a simple raider than he would have already leveled his demands at her. Instead he chose to scold her, all the while tip-toeing around his motives. It was clear that the woman was very close to snapping at him, but his last wandering query to himself made her laugh suddenly. Are you actually asking me to offer you a bed in my home? This time her own voice was condescending, mixed with a dash of incredulous. Arwyn ignored his jibes at her race, and focused her steely blue eyes gaze upon this human man. You may allude to banishing the creature that held me in it's grip, but I have no proof you had anything to do with it's sudden absence, nor do I know your name or anything about you. Her years spent at the court and under the scrutiny of other nobles taught her how to project confidence, and those years of training were what kept the still nude woman from crumbling under the weight of the day's extreme emotions.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

The dragon suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of yet another choice that would have to be made out of impulse. He could continue to taunt this elven woman which would bring him more immediate amusement at the sacrifice of the chance to get close to her and observe her once she had settled down. On the other hand, he could comply to this small and fragile mortals wishes which my open the doors of her home to him at the cost of his extra playtime. For the great serpent, being an ageless creature with more patience than even the long-lived elven people, the choice was so very clear. If it would bring this elf amusement to place herself above him in the grand scheme of things then he would allow her. There would be ample opportunity to put her back into her place if he could get close to her and her household, after all. My dear maiden, you truly must work on those manners of yours. It is unbecoming of such a ravishing beauty to behave in such an undignified manner, the man took one final shot at her as he reached down to grip his staff. His great wooden focus in hand, the man rocked his legs forward and came dropping down from his position perched upon the rocks above and down on the same level as Arwyn herself. He stood there, not fifteen feet away, and swept into a low bow that one might have seen in the human royal courts when one was addressing a prince or king. I am the great sorcerer, Morvias, First Advisor to King Rorek of the Kingdom of Knullvale. I have traveled a great ways to see the beauty that your homelands have to offer, my fair maiden, and I am quite weary from my travels. I have not had a safe place to sleep since leaving my kingdom, you see, and a band of bandits made off with my provisions this morning as I was bathing a ways downstream. I beg your forgiveness and throw myself upon the mercy of her nobleness. You have my word that I will earn my keep. Through the entirety of the mans speech, he remained bent into that bow and he did not rise after he was finished. Being of noble blood herself, Arwyn might recognize this as a human gesture of respect and political submission. He probably would not rise until commanded to. Though the mans words might have been sufficient some of the elven commonfolk, Arwyn wasnt commonfolk and more than likely would have dealt with visiting human nobles directly. As such, she might notice several holes in this mans plea. First, the human kingdoms that shared borders with the elven Valley were Havenshire to the south and Agarnia to the north. Second, neither of their kings were named Rorek, nor would that have been the name of any nobles which Arwyn had ever met. Even if he had named a kingdom and king which Arwyn was familiar with, it was unheard of for the kings First Advisor to leave the kings side.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Arwyn could not believe the audacity of this human man before her, and was very close to simply throwing modesty to the wind and simply picking herself up and walking away. Indeed she had even begun to do that, rising up on her knees and shuffling over to the crumpled heap where her dress lay. At this point the elven woman didn't even care if the serpent got a look of her body that only her former lovers had had. Her blazing red skin burned and ached like the worst sunburn she had ever had, and all Arwyn wanted to do was head right back to court and never return to her ancestral home. Before she reach her clothing, however, she froze and watched as the male slid down from the cropping of rocks. Although his continued jibes infuriated the noblewoman she bit her tongue and didn't respond, trying to conserve her energy for the trek back to the manor house. Somehow her maid must have misheard her orders, or gotten side-tracked, but the woman never showed up. Therefore Arwyn would have to drag herself back up the path, and she had no more time to sit and dawdle. I don't have time-- The woman began, intending to brush the male off and order him to go seek shelter elsewhere. When began to speak, however, she lapsed into silence again, her eyes wide with surprise. This man, Morvias, was the first advisor to a king? It seemed impossible, given his uncouth manner of addressing her and his continue antagonism. No noble, man or woman, had ever spoken to her so familiarly and with such obvious amusement. Arwyn listened in silence as he finished his explanation, her crackling nerves only slightly appeased by his deep bow. That, she could acknowledge, was proper and befitting of her status. Now that she finally had her explanation, the woman was unsure of what to do. If what the man said was true then no doubt she would have to offer him asylum in her property, but she wasn't entirely convinced that he was trustworthy. Also, she was still quite angry with him. How do I know you speak the truth? She finally demanded of him, as she spoke still inching along to reach her discarded petticoats and dress. Have you a token of this king, to prove your worth? Arwyn was in a bind. She had never heard of the king of which he spoke, but she also wasn't very learned in geography. If she denied him hospitality now, and found out later that he had been telling the truth, than the woman would feel shame the likes of which his jibes could not elicit from her. It wasn't often that Arwyn felt bad or regretted something she had done, so now she had to tread carefully. If, She paused, finally reaching her skirts and beginning to pull them on as quickly as she could, disregarding all modesty now. You can prove to me your identity, then I will promise you a roof over your head tonight.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

For a mere second, the serpentine beast had believed that this elf had seen through his farce. It would not have mattered if she had, of course. Such a creature as the great reptile himself would not need the roof over their head nor would they need any other hospitality that this woman or her household could offer. Simple amusement would be all that would be lost and Arwyn wouldnt have wanted to deny the dragon his amusement. Fortunately, it seemed as though the elven woman was not quite as well versed in the world beyond her neighboring kingdoms. Knullvale was, in truth, a very real kingdom that laid far to the south. Three other human kingdoms, an orcish kingdom, and a great sea lie between the Kortharian Valley and the Kingdom of Knullvale. The far-off kingdom was a place radically different from the lush and fertile Valley. Knullvale was a kingdom consumed entirely by desert, lifeless outside of the oasis cities that lie scattered across its territory with an abundant supply of silver, gold, and gemstones buried beneath the sands. This land was the dragons homeland, though a green dragon was a very rare sight outside of the forests of the world. The deserts were the domains of the treacherous blue dragons and the noble brass dragons but the oasis of this harsh land could support a green with relative comfort. Rorek truly was the king of this kingdom but whether or not this man was his First Advisor as he claimed would never be known to the elven woman. Knullvale had become reclusive over the past ten years. The king almost never leaves the castle, the three princes and the princess of the kingdom had all been exiled, and the entire kingdom was in a state of civil war. Knullvales borders have been sealed off to outsiders for several years now and unless you live within the hellish desert itself, your chances of learning anything about its politics are nearly non-existent. Claiming nobility from this land was nothing short of the perfect lie. I cannot provide proof to my identity, my lady, the man answered Arwyns demands. He remained bent forward in the bow, having not been instructed to rise. My lords kingdom is in turmoil, you see, and the exiled princes plotted against my life. I was instructed to flee so that my life would be protected from the usurpers and so that I could return in the future when the political conflict has been resolved and my lord once again stands tall and strong as Knullvales one true king. The man shifted his legs beneath him as he spoke and lowered himself into a kneeling position before the elven noblewoman. Not once did his head rise to look at her. Even in his kneeling position upon the wet stones of the riverbank, he retained his courtly respect. I offer my sincerest apologies for my rudeness before. Though you did not display the common courtesies of the court yourself, you had nearly lost your life in the most grotesque of ways. You had every right to be cautious of any intruders. If you would forgive me and offer me a home amongst your walls then I would earn my keep.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

It was true that Arwyn had been suspicious at first of his story, the foreign kingdoms vaguely clicking into place as a nation not bordering their own, but she was too distracted by her need to get away from the river that as soon as the suspicious thought had crossed her mind it was gone. She had finally reached her skirts and donned them, although the stiff fabric rubbed against her raw skin painfully and the emerald velvet gown didn't fit quite right without her corset and the ability to lace it up in the back. Throughout this she remained silent, noticing finally that the man was still bowed down low. Arwyn would have been lying if she said she didn't enjoy the sight of the man, Morvias, bowing before her. It was just another remnant of her court life, to enjoy seeing someone beneath her. As she struggled to situate her clothing in such a way as to cause the least amount of pain to her reddened skin as possible, the noblewoman listened with agitation as the sorcerer admitted that he could not prove his identity. How then was she to know if he was trustworthy? There was no way to, unless she counted the fact that he had seemingly banished the creature that had held her in its grasp, and also the fact that he had not assaulted her in any way in her weakened state. Arwyn's patience was at and end, however, and she didn't have any time to waste bantering with him. Rise. She told him impatiently, gesturing briefly with her hand. Your story is a sad one, and I have no time to listen to the particulars. She paused as she shakily began to rise to her own feet, her curvaceous form braced against a sapling tree. The elven woman had actually intended to send him away, without the proof she required, but his apology made her stop short. The fact that he humbly apologized to her while still on his knees cracked her brash facade slightly, and with a sigh she changed her mind. Fine. If indeed you can earn your keep then you may stay for a night. She was careful to specify the length of time he may remain in her property, although she didn't intend to stay longer than one night herself. After her ordeal in the river the elven woman was anxious to return to the safety and security of the central city. The house is that way. Wearily she pointed in the direction she had originally came from, through the trees. Without waiting for his leave she began to hobble in the direction she had pointed, bracing her tired body against every tree and boulder she could. Arwyn presented a very different picture than when she had arrived at the river. Her carefully coiled and braided blonde locks were undone and hanging lankly around her face, the edges singed in places where the ooze's acid had eaten away. Her skin was still a bright blushing red, and her dress was clearly disheveled and slipping down her chest without the support of her corset and the lacing in the back. Arwyn was in no mood to sit around and waste any more time.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Once he had been instructed to rise, the human man wasted no time in doing so. He had just parted his lips and was about to speak again when the elven noblewoman turned and began to hobble up in the direction that she had indicated. Watching her struggle with her clothes had been a bit amusing and watching her try to walk in them was equally so. The burns, being magical in nature, would have been easily treatable with magical healing powers but the dragon did not feel that Arwyn needed to be told that. If she already knew then she would just grow more agitated and if she did not then she would provide him with even more enjoyment. The dragon was a little anxious by now to meet the elven womans household companions. He feared that they would be kinder than this woman. If they were then one of his earlier questions would be answered that this woman was, indeed, someone to single out amongst all elves as a plaything. If that was the case then he would need to find some way of convincing her that he was worth keeping around. She would be difficult to play with if he was kicked from her home after only one night. Is there no way to convince you to allow me to stay with you? It was a bold and perhaps overly-blunt question, asked as he fell in line behind the woman should she stumble backwards. It would have been comical to watch this proud and burned woman fall back down the hill but catching her might earn him a point or two. Surely a beautiful woman such as yourself could make use of a powerful sorcerer and judging by your attire, you are a noble of these lands. Would it not reflect well upon you to shelter a fellow noble from lands unknown? Surely, it would be good for your family name if I could spread word of your generosity once I have returned to Knollvale. My Lord would reward you handsomely. What my kingdom lacks in fertile farm land, we make up for with abundant precious mineral deposites.