Thread: A Dragon Out Of Time (CatachanDevil x Hernameisbanks)

It wasn't particularly a visit that the group was coming to pay the dragon. Not necessarily a welcoming committee who knew what precise hour he would be awake so they could be there and carry forth gifts for the one who had been so out of it. No, the humans were dealing with their own pleasantries , to say the least, and only faint murmurs were heard when one asked about what lay in the cave. Riches. Such a simple word, but the thought of money could drive a grown man insane, thinking about all he could acquire and all he could do with bountiful wealth and riches. So there's a dragon. They used to make sacrifices to it until he fell asleep , The pause was an aim to keep the conversation mum, silent on ears that weren't needed for this particular conversation. But it's sitting on a fucking goldmine. That was all they needed to hear, the woman breathing out softly as she took another drink and sat back in her seat, knowing they'd make the journey before the sun rose the next day. That was exactly what happened, the group leaving the inn with a few things looted and disappearing into the early morning dark. There were five of them, each of different backgrounds from different parts of the world, the warm tone of her skin proving hers to be somewhere lush, where the sun seemed naturally promising. Amber colored eyes shadowed by the bear fur she brought up and over her head, loose curls of brown fell outward only to be tucked back and away. The cool winter air cut across each of them, though all seemed unphased as they reached the opening of the cave. It was almost as though the cave greeted them with some kind of warmth, disregarding such a ridiculous idea as they began their journey inside. Unbeknownst to her, there had been plans whispered in the dark, warnings from townsfolk that the bartering system was best when a woman was involved. Once they got beyond the doors, it would be best to handle that situation. The woman's soft heels clicking among the other sounds of the dimly lit corridor, the air grew thinner the further they moved in, although none of them seemed as though it bothered them. The woman stood behind two men as they reached the set of doors, pulling her hood back gently as her pretty eyes roamed the detailing, arms folding over her heavy bust lightly. Not very frightening. It had only been a few short minutes beyond the beautiful doors' closing before the female found herself in a bit of a struggle, having fought for herself as much as she could without being able to grip any of the weapons on her frame. A fist landing in one of their eyes while a shin landing in another's side, it wasn't long before she felt her body go limp and fall to the ground, the bright lights around her fading into darkness. The world around her had gone absolutely black, the brunette having been hoisted up onto a shoulder like some sort of rag doll, hair waving gently at the back of the young man who carried her. The group was easily an odd looking bunch, although they had their reasons for being around one another, reasons they were surviving based on each other though one could clearly say they weren't some merry band of friends. No, this young woman in particular hadn't but recently found herself among them, using the leverage to get where she needed to go without having to prove too much of herself. Clearly, she wasn't unwilling to handle things when necessary. Nonna had spent the years on her own, carefully training herself and becoming crafty enough to get out of situations that couldn't merely be talked out of, and growing up around men who didn't necessarily come from royalty, well again, it explained how she was in her current predicament. Did you hear something? One of the men murmured, slightly nursing his eye as he felt it begin to bruise and sore up, turning his good eye to the man in front. Stay quiet.