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Thread: The Dragon's Den (Tsushui & I)

It was the sound of the rubmbling mountains that awoke Nal Rog from his unconcious slumber. He found himself in a room fit for a princess. It was adorned with treasures far and wide, some rare and some not so rare. It was as if whoever decorated this room wanted its bearer to experience the most lavish and wealthy lifestyle in the world. That wasn't the least of the battered warriors worries though. As soon as he became aware of his surroundings, he staggered to his feet, the memories of moments past flowing into him like a gentle stream. He had come to the site of a village under attack. The culprit was a something of a lizard man, though his features were more dragon like in nature. His claws were as sharp as the finest sword and his teeth like impaling spikes. There stood the Dragon Lord Ix carrying the bodies of a couple of his unfortunate victims in his large hands and facing down the warrior who had just arrived. So began a great battle that tested the might and mettle of both beings. Metal crashed against bone, tooth pierced through heavy armor and bloodshed reigned supreme. Hours passed. The two warriors stood before each other, exhausted, bleeding, but alive and not willing to give an inch to each other. That's when Ix grinned his toothy grin and he let out a ferocious roar. Nal Rog though he was trying to be intimidating, but when the sounds of screeching could be heard from the skies above, he knew he had fallen for a trap. Minions of the sky swooped down, swiping, tackling and biting the warrior. For each one he fended off, two more would take its place. Though exhausted as he was, he continued to put up a fight until finally, they surrounded him and began carrying his limp body to their den, their castle, their home. It was about that time that Nal Rog had lost conciousness and soon found himself in this fancy room. He also discovered that his armor, his pride and joy had been stripped from his body leaving his muscular and scarred form bare save for the leather pants that had been placed on him to mercifully keep him from being completley naked. He found it weird though that he would be placed in such a lavish room with such tattered clothes. The warrior was unaware, however that he would not be alone for very long...
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If there is any compliment to be made towards the princesss temperament, it is her serenity in her sleep. When taken away by dreams, Aria would not snarl, kick or mistreat anyone for the sake of it. When she is deep in slumber, she would even smile and tender you with gentle fidgets. It is to the point that Lord Ix is considering marrying his daughter while shes unconscious and this is to no ones surprise. For when those scarlet orbs are revealed, terror would reign another day within the castle. Today is no exception. In fact it was worse because the moment when the dragon princess had opened her eyes, she realized the absence of servants that usually attend to her whim and mercy. With eyes glowing into a deeper shade of crimson, Aria slid her hands underneath her shoulders and lightly pushed against the mattress in a predatory stance. She could sense someone in the room but that fact did not place her in a lighter mood. The fact that she was not immediately attended to infuriated her and it was just the beginning of her day. Flinging back the silky curtains that covered her poster bed, the dragon princess paused only slightly to take in the sight before her. Not the usual staff but a half-naked man standing aimlessly in the middle of her chambers. It confused her of course, having a stranger, a human man no less with a lack of proper attire to greet her that morning and while the view was quite an enchanting one, it also exacerbated the situation. Pulling the sheets to cover her bare body, Aria extended her wings to their full length and hovered in the air as she studied the man. Only servants and slaves are allowed in her room and if this one is not properly attired, it could only mean her father has found another sturdy victim to test her wrath. The thought of a sudden demotion of staff around her irked her and her rising anger was complemented by the warmth which she can feel bubbling from her torso. Taking a deep breath out, the smell of sulfur and ash filled thickly in the air as the frown deepened on her brows. You have failed at your duties at serving me. She said with an ominous drawl. With that, she inhaled sharply jerked her neck forward with an unhappy roar, generating two molten fire balls that aimed towards Nal Rogs head. The princess never wakes up on the right side of the bed.
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There was a sudden movement behind Nal Rog and his attention was turned to an extravagant silk four poster bed. Someone, most likely the owner of this room was sleeping and had been awakened by his presence. For a moment, he stood there, observing, not wanting to startle the person in the bed. Through the silk sheets that covered their presence, the warrior could now see that the figure was female. Was she human? The minute she revealed herself through the sheets, it was clear she was not. Though her beauty was stunning, Nal Rog remained alert. She was part dragon after all and based on his most recent experiences with people like her, he wasn't going to take any chances asking if she were friendly. As her eyes darkened into that deeper shade of angry red, he began to back away. Unarmed as he was, he knew he would stand little chance of overpowering her in a fight. Her wings grew and so did his concern. The warrior's nose was filled with the stench of smoke and sulfur which spewed from the woman's mouth and he waved his hand across his face to dispel the stench. As he did, she uttered a simple line. One that was rather surprising to him and showed him the reason for why he was brought here. Nal Rog began to rebut, but the sudden flash of burning air shut him up and he was forced to dive for cover. The first fireball blew through the door, leaving it as nothing more than a pile of burn splinters. The other grazed the warrior himself, singing his back as he hit the floor. Slowly, he staggered to his feet to face his adversary, a disgruntled look on his face. Was he really meant to be the plaything of this violent dragon vixen? The thought was too humiliating to bare and with a clenched fist, he suddenly pointed up at Aria and replied. I have no plans to be a servant to a beast such as yourself! And before she knew it, he backed out the open doorway into the halls. In a way, he was thankful a path was opened for him to escape and he took it in earnest. Down the halls he ran, turning corners and peering through doorways, seeking an exit to this chamber of monsters. As he ran, he felt the air getting warmer and warmer, to the point where sweat was actively dripping from his brow and down his body. He couldn't understand it. What was making it so hot around here. A glance out the window answered his question. There, on the outside, he could see a volcanic chain of mountains, some dormant and some spewing a gentle stream of lava down it's base. It seemed as if an easy escape would be impossible now. The only thing to do now was run for his life...
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His reaction somewhat surprised her. For all these years, Aria never once had to deal with a servant who not only disobeyed her but made the effort to run away. Even servants who were given more rights and were well paid by her father waited until their shift with her was over before handing in their resignation letters. Noting the direction which he had chosen to dash towards, she could help but felt the corners of her mouth twitch. Despite the fury that she was experiencing just minutes ago, Aria found amusement in desperate reaction he had displayed before her. Arias chambers are situated comfortably in between two raging elements Ice and fire. The whole floor belongs to her and the only way to get to the other levels and buildings is by flying. Judging by the turn which Nal Rog had chosen to take, he has likely found the volcano by now and the dead end is a balcony that gives one the full view of the boiling crater. Lowering her feet on the ground, she retracted her wings and dropped the sheets on the ground while reaching for a light bathrobe. No reason to worry about possible wardrobe dysfunction when dealing with an audacious man. So Im a beast eh? the dragon princess narrowed her crimson eyes in contemplation though the smile never left her lips. She knew it was meant to be an insult but it amused her more than anything else. Technicality made it true and well, no one had ever attempted to consciously anger her much less flee so quickly from her sight. If anything, this time, Aria might have just found reason to bully someone instead of relying on her random mood swings. Oh Daddy would be proud. Securing her robe by her waist, Aria spread her leather wings once more and headed out the hole she made, noting the unsightly splinter marks but it did not worry her too much. Someone would be coming in later to check the damages around her floor. Shes always breaking something in her room every day. In any case, she is more interested in chasing after her handsome intruder to teach him an ironic lesson on manners. Leaping gracefully into the air, she tore down the hallways, getting more excited by the growing sounds of footsteps. She had seen him take part of her fiery abuse and was pleased to find him sturdier than most of her past servants. After a few hundred feet, she sighted his still running frame. Noting the sweat that glimmered against his toned muscles, Aria can only deduce that her new slave does not have a passion for heat. Speeding up further, the steam and wind caught her black tresses and pulled them back. Heaving a breath of air, she let out another ball of fire towards the brave warrior before her.
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Through the corridors, Nal Rog continued, looking for any hint of an escape route, anything that would bring him to a path to freedom. then he spotted a large door with a glimmer of light seeping through the bottom and at once, he hurdled towards it, hoping that it would lead to the outside. It did, though to his dismay, there would be no road or steps to which he could climb to freedom. Instead, he found himself at another dead end. His gaze turned downward to an open crater filled with lava, the heat so intense that he recoiled at first sight. Seeing that just standing there gauking would lead him nowhere, the warrior chose to go back in and find another path. Before he could though, a familiar sight came to view in front of him. She stood before him, dressed in her morning robes, a hint of femininity in her stance. He wasn't suprised that she came after him. After all, she insulted him and ran off before she could do anything about it. There was also the fact that he was running with such vigor and haste that he make quite a sound and left the stench of his sweat behind him, an easy scent to pick up for a dragonic being such as her. He was cornered now, with nowhere to go execpt through this woman. And without any kind of weapon or shield, he was left defensless. It was then Nal Rog gazed upon a dreadful sight. Again, she reared herself and unleashed a burning wave of fire at him. Though there seemed to be nowhere to run, the warrior found the only path of escape possible. In a sudden feat of agility, he backflipped over the balcony and fell, only to reach out and latch his hand onto the ledge as the fireball wooshed overhead. Now the warrior found himself in an even more disasterous position than before. Above him stood the dragon woman, full of rage and fury, and below, a firey death at the bottom of a lava filled crater.
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If she were not already furious enough to boil him to death, Aria would have applauded his quick reflexes. It is not every day that you see a servant attempting to dodge her blows and succeed to such lengths. However, it is time to review the situation at hand and admiration is far from her mind. Lowering herself to the ground, the dragon princess took every luxurious second to silently gloat at his demise. The slave only has himself to blame for his situation. Sauntering slowly towards him, the shear material of silken night dress swept the floor. Finally standing before the warrior, she took a good look at him before deciding what to do with his body. Scanning her pupils along his long and muscular frame that was decorated with scars, she guessed him to be a warrior of some sort. It would not be a surprise to her for the average person would not have accomplished the back flip like he did to dodge her attack. Her focus landed on his face and she noticed that it retained a manly hardness that can only be obtained through excruciating amounts of adventures. It brought a certain longing within her. He smelled of the outside world and it made her excited in some ways. Superficially, she felt he was worth keeping but as most things, Aria does not discriminate the exteriors of them when she is furious and his words still angered her. Rubbing her temples now, she contemplated the outcome of boiling him in her crater bath. Chances are, it would take at least a few hours before she can replace any help and the princess is never pleasant with such idle waiting. Swinging her tail forward, she wounded the leathery appendage around his firm waist and pulled. Among everything about Aria, only her dragon traits are ever useful for survival her tail and wings being the strongest parts of her body. When she had him half way pulled up, she looked at him with a frown and spoke with annoyance coated in her voice. Your duty is to serve me and should you fail me again, you have only death to look forward to.
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Though it had only been a minute or so scince Nal Rog had been hanging precariously on the ledge, it was long enough to give him time to think over his options. The woman above him clearly had it out for him for disobeying her though he never had any intent to interact with her in the first place. He also realized how much this must have pleased that Dragon Lord that captured him. Here he was hanging on by a thread while that damned monster was probably watching on in the shadows, laughing at his predicament. Given the option of going up to face the peril above and falling to his death, he would rather choose the latter...and he did. With little hesitation, the warrior let go of his grip on the ledge, his fate given up to death. At least that was until he found something leathery like a rope wrap around his waist and lift him to the safety of the balcony above. It was the woman! As if it were some cruel act of humility, she simply reached out and saved him! This act humiliated Nal Rog. He wanted to die a man's death and deny this dragon race the pleasure of using him as some kind of object for this woman's use. What was worse though was the fact that through his actions, he had sealed his own fate. For once he let go of the ledge, he forefit his life. When he was saved by the dragon lady, she essentially took his life and made it hers. With nothing left but his shame, Nal Rog faced his nemesis with a look of anger in his eyes, yet his fists were not clenched nor did he attempt to resist. They were down at his sides as if to tell her that she got him. Why? the warrior muttered to the woman. Why did you not simply choose to let me fall? It would have been much easier and you wouldn't have to go through the hassle of keeping me in line. Don't you know i'll eventually try to escape? Before he could hear her reply though, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching from behind. There were many which meant that the guards around the palace realized something was up. But amongst them were footsteps of much larger gerth. They were that of the Dragon Lord Ix come to check up on his daughter. He stepped forward, his body covered in a blood red cloak leaving only his scaly face to be seen by Aria and Nal Rog. And apparentley, the warrior was right in thinking he was being watched by this monster of a ruler. For when he spoke, it was in direct response to the words he muttered only moments before. It would be a shame if you left us too early, he started, his voice hissing almost like that of a reptile. My daughter doesn't quite like her gifts fleeing in terror. It's such a hassle to rebuild what she destroys after all. And speaking of which, His gaze turned to his daughter then before he continued. How do you like him, my dear Aria? I made sure he was alot sturdier than the last ones i've gotten you. And anyone who can give me this scar surely deserves such a title. From the cloak of Ix came a muscular and scaly arm which reached up and pointed at the scar over the eye of the Dragon Lord which was given to him courtesy of Nal Rog.
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As the man started to have a masculine meltdown before her, Aria held an expression that crossed between amusement and disturbance. In all honesty, she could not decide which is more overwhelming. The fact that Nal Rog seem to hold such a high opinion of her to believe that she saved him out of some shred of kindness in her heart or the temptation of simply tossing him back into the boiling crater beneath them. If the latter should be considered, she would have to do it before her body graces him a giggle there would be chaos if she portrayed even a tinge of good feeling. Watching him struggle with a face strained with humiliation, the dragon princess could not help but felt a hint of guilt for interfering with his suicide. Well it appears she has been quite insensitive but imagining her servants frantic faces made it difficult for the young heiress to keep a fully solemn expression. As his heroic speech came to an abrupt end by the sounds of approaching figures, her tail lowered in relief, glad to be saved from further rants that do not belong to her. Taking a step back, Aria turned, expecting it to be the guards who were spread throughout the vicinity, alert of any commotion of sorts. It was certainly a surprise when her eyes took in the large and familiar frame of her father. Almost instantly, the muscles that wrapped around the warrior relaxed and the body was unceremoniously dropped at the edge of volcano. Hovering quickly towards her Lord Ixs side, Aria made a quick dive into the arms of the scaly humanoid. Ix hardly flinched as he caught her colliding form with good humor. Reaching for her ebony tresses, he caressed the strands in his hand lovingly and eyed the abandoned warrior with a smirk. Having to leave the castle so often to support the livelihood of the clan, spending any time with her daughter was uncommon. Despite her obnoxious temper, Ix had taken it upon himself for failing at providing the attention and discipline necessary. That and there seem to be a general lack of trouble-making whenever he is around. It appears that no one ever told him that parents are gods in the eyes of the child - - at least it stands true to this one little girl. Holding her father close in an embrace, Aria perked up almost immediately when she heard his injury. Tilting her head upwards, she eyed the scar in concern as she pushed a delicate hand up to trace around the injury. Frowning deeply, the color in her eyes glowered in a deep red once more as she drew her tail out to wrap around the neck of the forgotten warrior. She answered him with certain bitterness in her voice, He does not know his duties, my lord. He is stronger than the rest but utterly useless.
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There were few things in this world that brought joy to the heart of Ix other than being the ruler of his own kingdom up in the wildly temperate mountains. Holding his daughter Aria in his arms was one of them. And as she lept into his arms and he gently caressed her hair, the angry and voilent guise of the dragon lord seemed to dissapear in an instant. He looked in amusement on as she took hold of Nal Rog's neck with her tail, strangling the very life out of him and forcing him out of instinct to grab on to it, desperate to take in the precious oxygen that was being deprived. Before long, though, Ix placed a scaly hand on her shoulder, a sign that she should probably desist. Now, now Aria, the voice of the dragon lord bellowed out. I only brought him here mere hours ago. It is only logical that he have no knowledge of his purpose here. Might I suggest a more...passive approach for this one? It's clear he has no fear of pain or death, so perhaps another incentive for him to comply will do? As Ix attempted to persuade his daughter to change her mind, Nal Rog seemed to already know what his purpose here was, though he was none to happy about it. He was to serve at the foot of this woman as nothing more than a servant. A degradable task concidering the kind of spirit he showed in battle, but there was nothing he could do to complain at this point. He had given his life to her in return for sparing him. And whatever she planned to do with him, the warrior would comply. But there were more pressing matters for Nal Rog to deal with. For one, he was still being strangled by the tail of the one he was meant to serve. His neck tightened, hoping to stay off the crushing pressure of the wirey limb. Still, it proved very difficult and he was soon struggling to breath. He could only hope that the dragon lord, the cause of this very predicament, would convince his daughter to stay her hand...or tail in this case.
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She took her fathers words into deep consideration, whipping her tail side to side with the warrior dangling helplessly on the end for a good minute before loosening the appendage all at once. While Aria could not envision the ferocious battle that took place between Lord Ix and her new slave, it seemed apparent that she was expected to wear Nal Rog to death rather than directly causing it. Fair enough the dragon princess thought to herself. If anything, running a slave to his grave just happens to be her specialty. Indeed my lord. Her voice quivered between reined anger and innocence, And I believe I just taught him the consequences of angering me or any other female for that matter. I do not take insults lightly. Turning her attentions back to the scaly figure before her, the scarlet in Arias eyes lightened substantially as she took him by the arm to lead him away from the boiling room, fully ignoring the plight of the gasping warrior. A change of subject was in order and the princess skillfully displayed her well-bred mannerisms as she spoke with a rare tone of gentleness So, father, how long are you planning to stay? Being the only child of the dragon lord, Aria knew that she was being cherished like none other within the castle and the young woman shows her appreciation by appreciating the limited time allowed for interaction. Whipping her tail, she curled the muscle around one Nal Rogs ankles and dragged his body wordlessly across the marble floors to emphasize the first thing about being her slave To always stay close to accomplish her every whim and fancy. If the warrior has any hopes of a better day, he had definitely started with the wrong foot.