Thread: Dragon Lord Gets His Wish (CLOSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

RE Dragon Lord Gets His Wish Loren Lannister and I The Dragon-Lord of Nicaene. The Rider of Ahazueneakea, other wise known as The Indomitable, In the tongues of these mortals. He was one of the Lords, These people give tribute to, either through rejoicing, or so that he may spare their cities from a sacking, and that he may not sow his seed into the wombs of their women. One of the settlements he gone through, was the small town of Acneaer. A large, profitable town, through intrigue, it was prevented from becoming a city yet it stood large and walled, with their own ports connecting to the Trade City of Nahazzoar. The Dragon Lord remembered the town fondly as he was first birthed into the world through the woven magics near this town in a village, and he first arrived in this town a full pledged Dragon Lord. Enough was their awe and respect to him, that they built him a grand temple, even grander than their deities. However as he went west to further train riding his dragon, and taking in adventurers and wars, the people's ages dropped, and new generations came. He aged but a year, and they aged a thousand.7 As it was his surprise that when he came flying back, he saw the poor creatures, desperate for survival as highwaymen and raiders grew strong. They took their crops, harassed their caravans, and raped their daughters. He could not let such happen. And so there he was, with his Drake-Knights, attacking the Stronghold of the Bandits. He slain their leader as the burning black fire that consumed his fortress grew. The women taken were once again taken by his Drake Knights, back to the town, while he cleansed the lands of furthers raiders. However now he was flying back to his city. Riding on top of his great Dragon. The Dragon was quite young not yet at his prime. Yet it was quite colossal in size. They called it The Indomitable, for it's sheer size. It's leathery, black wings covered entire villages, and the scales on his hide was as black as midnight, paired only by the crimson spines that seemed to glow like rubies. Embers like volcano surrounded the beast's eyes, and it's flame was said to be as dark as the night itself, while burning fierce enough to smelt walls and rocks. The beast soared across the town, circling and roaring, accompanies only by the large claps of the awed people below. The roars caused the people on the Center of the Plaza to spread, allowing his mighty beast to land on the center, where awes were gathered around the magnificent beast. The beast stood silent and only gave growls. He dismounted the beast, and the townsfolk clapped again, saying different tongues of praises and awe around the man. He man had exotic features, and he was very beautiful. Inhumanely so. He stood tall and powerfully built with broad, and solid shoulders, a strong, hard chest, and a child's flat stomach, lined only by the traces of muscles that shaped his abdominal flesh. Muscled like a maiden's fantasy, with strong, muscular arms and legs. His features was no less comely, with a strong, and prominent jaw. Clean shaven from any hints of hair, to his high cheekbones, and his straight, aquiline nose. His eyes were-doe-shaped, and deep indigo in hue, accentuated only by the feminine, arched lashes. The crown on his heart shaped face was covered with his rich, silvery-gold hair. He wore his silver hair long, letting it cascade into his shoulders in slight curls and ringlets, letting it appear as if a golden and silver fall of water. However he was still armed and armored. The armor he boasted of was unlike any other. As if one like a king. He wore full plate, forged delicately and adorned with the red emblems and embossed by the imagery of dragons, wrapping and twirling around his plate. The dragons were as if angered, wrapped and overlapping each other in the plate. His plate proper was as black as the scales of his dragon were, marred only by the rubies of dragons that covered it. Golden chainmail and hard, boiled leather covered the joints and the under of his body, to provide much more protection. A great, heavy crimson cloak fell behind him, latched into his collar by two, onyx dragon head, the golden buttons that held the cloak on the mouths of the dragon. A black sheathe was strapped into the leather belt of his armor. The handle was plain, and ebony, while the pommel appeared shaped in a dragon's head. The cross guard were two, straight golden bars, with a ruby below, and while the remains of the sword cannot be seen, it seemed to hum and vibrate, indicating some power. To top it off, he wore a simple circlet binding his hair. A circle of pitch black, with square cut rubies. My Lord, Trystynne. the Town's Overseer spoke, the plump man wearing the colors of his temple. The town overseer bowed his head, and spoke. Your subject awaits we have brought the gifts to your Trusted Drake Knights. My lord, the High Archon wishes to He silenced the man with a raise of his hand, who wisely bowed his head down. Bring me to my temple I wish to rest. My journey had wars and battle Overseer. The man nodded solidly, and the crowd parted as the spear men pushed them around, he walked nonchalantly on the parted way, towards the rich, crimson and gold temple, with the masonry of a gold dragon on the roof. As he neared, his priestess, young, virile women wearing only their orange and red robes that exposed their toned bellies and accentuated their plump breasts, and the black, iron choker on their necks, with a single ruby on the middle, to symbolize them as Slaves to him, his bedwarmers, his clerics, and his servants. They raised their hand and sang a long, and merry tune. He comes! They spoke. His knights made for the gates of his temple, standing in an arc as he approached by foot. The knights, he welcomed by letting them kiss his hand, and giving them a pat on their backs. While the priestesses that quickly followed he greeted another way. The younger ones, no less than thirteen, he gave an innocent kiss on the lips, while the older ones, nearing their twentieth year, he kissed with a long passionate ones, letting his lips dip to their necks, and his hand cupping their bottom, while he suckled on their necks and whispered his blessings. The High Priestess, identified by her rather beautiful figure, and her flowing red locks, as well as her choker being gold, approached, kneeling in front of him. He grabbed her by her hair, to bring her up and give her lips a full kiss, his armored hand fondling her breasts, and pulling her off. She seemed unfazed, and pleased, even. My Master, My Husband, My God. She started, and allowed him to kiss her on her neck. The other priestesses followed, and he gave her a smile, pecking her forehead. Allyria, He started. Tell me what of them? The young, High Priestess sighed, motioning towards the wounded women. Taken as prize by the bandits, some were ravished, but they dealt with the bandits with Fire and Steel. Needed not to be treated as anything more than vermin. He nodded his head. We shall see if my powers are powered. I expect you to be at my chamb He was bumped into. He raised an eyebrow at the woman. She was no Acolyte. Every Acolyte, he knew. As he was expected to take their maidenheads at their initiation as fully pledged priestesses. She was not such. Which meant she was a woman. Evident by the beatings he saw at her body. Yet, even then, his indigo eyes blinked. He felt a heaving in his chest. He knew this woman. The girl, who just a fortnight ago, before the bandits raided the town, delivered the provisions. She was a beauty then, not beaten now. More beautiful than his Allyria. The Priestess cleared her throat, and placed her hand on his arm. The only woman allowed to touch him as such, My Lord, forgive her. He raised his hand, moving it away from her as the girl made her own apology. He let his hand touch the bruised skin on her eyes. As his fingers touched the damaged flesh, his finger tips glowed in lavender fire, the fire lighting the blue bruise. She might have felt an intense heat, to be replaced by a cool warmth. His healing flame started to spread and trickle, before disappearing, letting the bruise on her eyes heal. A gasp escaped from the High Priestess. Girl, he spoke, his voice low and warm. Your name, I require your name.