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Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Well, glad to hear it, wasn't going to change anything, he said, standing up from the bed. Tossik liked it well enough, he'd put it together so of course he did, and hadn't really put thought into impressing the girls he took. So funny how this tradition had come around, the dragons had indeed started it, and it hadn't been a joke then. Long ago it truly was something to be scared of, your young daughter being taken by a savage beast, and if someone didn't get her back, that meant bad news. Then it had twisted, becoming a status symbol, the dragons realizing they would increase their hoard more by not being so violent, increasing the dowry needed to take a girl, the stronger dragons taking even more. It was a business, who knew what might change it now. Tossik smirked, chuckling a bit at her attitude, her stance. Still too good for everything, too cool for it, at least it seemed. That's how it works, just hope that he's a good one, he said, shrugging, walking over to the side of her bed. I had one girl, Matilda, the guy that came was a real jerk. He actually tried fighting, I had to hold back from killing him before he just left with her. Good dowry though, how I got that, he said, nodding to a painting that he'd rigged to hang from part of the cave. But, anyway, just hope you get a good knight to come and pick you up.
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Calarel tensed at the dragon's answer, her metaphorical hackles rising as he so flippantly disregarded her very future. Her slender hands curled into fists, and she felt a rush of hot rage that was so intense she almost felt cold. Just hope he's a good guy... she repeated quietly, her voice beginning to shake, I guess it doesn't matter to you what happens to any of us as long as you get your gold and valuables. Never mind that that man might beat her or mistreat her in some other way. Never mind that you could have done something, never mind that she's a person as long as you get what you want. As long as you get some pretty picture to hang on your wall. She pointed angrily at the painting in question, I should set that thing on fire! She screeched suddenly. She scoffed, fighting the urge to just spit at him, a gesture she'd seen commoners partake in when they were particularly disgusted, but her upbringing prevented her from actually following through. Some fearsome dragon you are, all you and your kind are are a bunch of greedy lizards! Calarel couldn't stand to be in the same room as him anymore and walked quickly down the tunnel that he had pointed out to her, seeing the spring as she came out the other end. She didn't particularly feel like a bath so she walked over to a large boulder and carefully climbed up on it, sitting down with a heavy sigh. She pulled her legs up, crossing her arms on top of her knees and then putting her down on them.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Tossik nodded, looking to his kitchen area. The dragon was starting to get hungry, his mind wandered to what he might have to prepare that she could eat as well. When she spoke up, his face turned quickly, her tone drawing his full attention. The scales on his face tightened, eyes narrowing as she went on. What was the point of threatening the painting? It did nothing wrong. Tossik crossed his arms and stood before her, giving a slightly annoyed look, finding this whole speech rather smug. She stood and left, heading toward the spring. The reptile growled, puffing some smoke out of his nostrils, tail lying still. A few minutes later his steps could be heard coming close, down the tunnel to where she was. It's pretty, hm? A fresh mountain spring, part of what makes this place nice, he said, walking past her and to the edge of the water. So if you're done being self-righteous, could I have a turn? You're quite good at tossing out judgments about species without seeing the faults in your own. This whole ridiculous system was created by your people, who just use us as a status symbol now. Yes, dragons were a feared, destructive force long ago that kidnapped maidens and stole riches. It's our nature to acquire treasure, I don't judge you for dressing all elegantly and pretending you're better than everyone else. My race has become a joke, but that's the way life is now, apparently, he went on, turning from the spring to look at her. You just let this happen, why didn't you try to change anything? We both play our parts in the big game everyone else decides for us. If I can get some treasure and art out of the deal, why shouldn't I? he paused, giving a slight chuckle. I thought about changing to deliver that in my true form, but it wasn't worth it. I was thinking about starting something to eat, were you hungry at all? he asked, tone calming from being stern and angered.
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Calarel let out an irritated noise at the sound of the dragon's claws scraping over stone as he followed her to the spring, lifting her head but only to turn it away from him, not acknowledging his initial words about the spring. She glared at the cave wall, not giving a damn about the spring or anything else. She did feel a new flare of anger at the dragon's words though, lifting her head to glare at Tossik angrily. You think it's so easy to just not go along with it? She snapped at him, You know about as much about humans as I know about dragons then. I don't have a choice, I'm a woman, we never have a choice. My life belong to another from the moment I was born without a cock. Her voice turned into a snarl towards the end, getting angry all over again, so she of course showed no interest in his offer of food. And no thank you, I'm not hungry, she hissed at him before turning her head away from Tossik, Please just leave me alone. Her head deposited itself back on her arms on top of her knees and she resumed glaring at the cave wall. She knew this was hardly the dragon's fault, but he was the only one around, and he was just so... complacent! It was easy for her to take out her anger and frustration on him. Calarel did not foresee herself letting this go as easily as he did. What did she get out of any of this? He got what he wanted, her husband would get what he wanted, what about her?She just wanted to be able to choose something! Anything more important than what she was going to wear for the day, and even then sometimes that was decided for her. She gave a heavy, shaking sigh, feeling more overwhelmed now than ever.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

It would probably just stand to infuriate her further, but Tossik didn't seem to react to her answers, barely turning or moving as she snapped and shouted. Just waiting for her answer to his question about food, the dragon shrugged as she responded and started walking back to the main area. Suit yourself. Let me know when you're hungry, won't do well for your future husband to find you dead from starvation, he said, calling back as he went, words echoing through the tunnel as he got further from the spring. She was angry, and had a right to be. It seemed like he was aloof about everything, that he didn't care about her future, but her words had an effect. Their argument hung on his mind as he got some meat from his stores and prepared it. Both of them were stuck in situations they didn't want to be in she was essentially a trophy, her life all about someone owning her to show her off her parents, her future husband, and a trophy didn't get to decide how or where it was displayed. He wasn't any better, basically a puppet, strung along to play the part of the big, scary monster. A well-paid puppet, but a puppet nonetheless. Something big would have to be done to break that monotony, but who knew when that would happen? An uneventful few days followed. Tossik put the dowry from Calarel out of the bags and into his stores, save for a couple of them, conveniently set aside for someone to grab should they enter his lair to rescue someone. The relationship between them didn't seem to improve much, they barely talked or even stayed in the same room. Neither of them tried very hard to talk or get to know the other. They both knew all they wanted to know about the other. Plenty of time for them to think, and the thought had been on Tossik's mind about his life and what had happened to the once majestic dragon kind, basically now being well-paid actors. It finally broke the quiet streak when a boisterous, deep, male voice called out from the main entrance to his home. Hear me, foul dragon! You shall be slain, and the lovely Calarel will be mine! he called out, the exaggerated sound of a sword leaving its sheath following. Tossik looked up, standing in the spring as he'd been bathing. Took him long enough, the reptile said, wings extending as he leapt up, flying through the tunnel to get back to the main area. He was sure the girl had heard this guy's challenge, so he didn't bother to find her. As he got to the larger output to his treasure room, Tossik morphed back to his true form, bones cracked and scales shifting as he grew back to his full height. With a resounding roar, he shot through to the room, hovering in the air for a moment before landing in front of the knight. His head cocked for a moment. He was older than the usual challenger, body not...typical of a warrior. Firey red hair and a large beard over the steel of his armor, he was giving Tossik a cocky, menacing grin. If you've harmed her, I will tear each one of the scales off your body and cast it in the fires of hell! I, Sir Melihad, shall destroy you! Calarel will be mine forever, he boomed out, Tossik doing his best not to sigh.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Calarel kept to herself for the next few days, she wanted nothing to do with the dragon that was playing a part in simply being transferred from one vault to another like an object. This was going to be her life, and she seemed to have no say in it. His words stuck with her though, just as hers stuck with him. Tossik had accused of her just idly going along with everything, she tried to tell herself that wasn't true, but could she do more to try and stop all of this from happening? She was just a small cog in a big machine, but losing one piece like that could cause problems, and if more pieces fell out, maybe it would make the machine break. So Calarel waited, deciding that when the time came, she would not go quietly. So when she heard that loud, proud male voice announcing itself at the entrance to Tossik's cave, she ventured out of bedroom, making her way carefully out to the front to see what was going on. Really the only appeal any of these 'suitors' as she could hardly consider them as such, since all they did was falsely defeat a dragon, and not actually court the women they wound up marrying might have had with Calarel was their looks, since it was the only thing she could really see of them. This man didn't even have that. He was older, portly, and if he were to ever have to actually fight anything, he would be doomed. She frowned deeply, there was no way she was marrying him! She disappeared back into the cave briefly, trying find a weapon in Tossik's hoard for her to use.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Sir Melihad seemed to be quite the character actor, hamming up the role plenty. Was he purposefully trying far too hard to play the whole 'savior, gallant knight' part? Perhaps, Tossik wouldn't blink an eye if someone told him this was the first time the older man had put on a suit of armor, the first time he'd really held a weapon. The dragon's golden eyes examined his grip on the blade, it wouldn't be hard for even a barely trained soldier to knock it away from him. This man was just playing brave knight because he heard a pretty girl was this week's captive. Maybe he knew of Calarel, waiting for his chance for her to be the one taken by a dragon, for her turn to be given to whatever man was first in line at the cave to take her. This boisterous, older man got her just because he was the first to show up at Tossik's home and ask for her. It wasn't fair, and the dragon had a rare emotion come through him, that of guilt, for the part he'd played in other girls coming to such bad matches. What he'd told Calarel earlier came back to him as he thought this, just how inane and stupid the entire game was. He was a hypocrite, blaming her for just going along with things and not even trying to change them if she felt so strong about it. Tossik hadn't exactly done much either, for as much as he'd complained and seemed to hate the charade that had become the life of a dragon. Perhaps it was time to change that. Brave knight, I see your passion, your drive to rescue the damsel. I truly fear being on the receiving end of your shining blade, but I must tell you I am not the drake that you seek. It's not false to say I've taken princesses in the past, but for now no such girl resides here.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

After some searching, Calarel found a short sword among the gold, jewels, and baubles that looked somewhat functional and not just like another decoration, pulling it out and hefting it in her hand a little. To be honest, she knew very little about sword fighting, she had never been allowed to learn, and she'd only seen them used a handful of times. But she had to do something, and she knew for a fact that many noblemen weren't as bold as they liked to pretend to be, maybe even just having her threaten him would throw him off enough to make him think twice about wanting her as a wife. She gripped the sword and marched towards the mouth of the cave, where Tossik was actually trying to get the knight to just leave, though she didn't know that. So she walked outside, brandishing the weapon and glaring angrily at the 'knight', Go on about your way! Calarel growled at him, though she paused when she got a good look at him, scoffing loudly, I thought you knights and lords were supposed to be young handsome, have you just been too lazy to come out and face a dragon until now? Certainly took you long enough...
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Tossik's words certainly weren't what Sir Melihad was expecting. Thinking the beast would play along with the big act, he was taken aback as the dragon was quite eloquent, and respectful even about the whole thing, and not, you know, threatening to burn him to a crisp and saying he was going to keep the girl. You, but, they told me she was here! You jest, foul creature! the red-head shouted, pointing his blade at Tossik. The dragon let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Sir knight, I assure you, no princess is here, he said. Almost instantly after he'd finished the sentence, Calarel had burst into the cave, waving a sword and shouting. Damn it, girl, he muttered, looking to her as the knight did. None of this was going as Sir Melihad thought it was supposed to. He was told it was just pretend you were going to fight a dragon, do a little fake swordplay against the beast, then you got to leave with a princess and a bunch of gold. Uh, m-milady? he said, stuttering some as he spoke, trying to figure out what was happening. This dragon must have you spellbound, some how! Not only have you lied to my face, you've hypnotized this beautiful maiden, curse you! he said, turning back to Tossik and pointing his steel at Tossik. Her? No, she's no princess. I needed someone to tend to my things when I am away, so I've hired her as a helper, a maid if you will. She's a bit foul mouthed, not a people person. Clearly not a princess, right? he said to the man, though looking down to Calarel, eyes trying to tell her to play along.
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Calarel stood there for a moment, a proud, stubborn glare on her face, thinking that she was being very brave and defiant. She scoffed a little when the knight told her that she must obviously be under some spell placed on her by the dragon. Yes, because only a spell could make her not want to be with such a handsome, dashing man. Her green eyes rolled at him sarcastically. Even if she did want to go along with this whole being rescued farce, she certainly wouldn't want to be rescued by Melihad the Fat. She opened her mouth to say as much, when the knight accused Tossik of lying to him and then the dragon claimed that she wasn't a princess at all, that she was in fact his maid. The young woman's brows knitted in a confused frown, looking up at the dragon with a perplexed expression. She blinked a little though at the look Tossik gave her, clearing her throat a bit before she looked back to Melihad, Ah, yes! I'm no lady, just a maid. She cleared her throat softly, still trying to get her mind to adjust to this new situation. Calarel gave a wicked smile as she remembered what she'd been about to say, And even if I were a lady, I certainly wouldn't want to saddled with some big fat lump like you. Her chin lifted a bit and she planted the tip of the sword in the ground, one hand gripping the pommel and the other on her hip, smirking.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Tossik gave a light smile, looking from her to the knight once more. Now they were acting, though not the roles expected of them. It was just a matter of if Melihad was as dumb as he appeared to be, if he'd believe their farce. See? A simple maid, if a bit mouthy. Not much of a matter, as she's mostly here just to tend to my hoard and stash, clean up while I'm away, and what not. A good servant, but not a princess. So, with that, as what you seek is not here, I would ask that you leave us be, great Sir Melihad. I'm sure wherever she is, your princess is waiting for you to find her so she can be your bride, he said, giving another bow of his head to the rotund swordsman. Melihad looked quite flabbergasted, gaze quickly switching from Calarel to Tossik. His sword lowered from being pointed at the dragon to resting on the stone floor of the cave. A hand raised to scratch at his flaming red-head, confused. This was...completely opposite of how he'd thought this was going to go. The lizard was supposed to fake a fight and then give up, the girl was supposed to love him immediately, and then run to him when he won, kissing him and running away with him, along with a big dowry of gold and wealth. Easy peasy. This was...weird, and hard to deal with. I, you, he sputtered out random syllables for a few moments, finally fixing his gaze on Tossik and frowning. My squire must have led me astray, his fault entirely, he said, sheathing his sword and storming away, muttering angry curses. You should teach your maid some manners! A knight deserves respect! he shouted back. Of course, of course, I'll see to it, Tossik called, watching the man walk away in a huff, holding up a claw to Calarel, motioning for her to wait. He held it until Melihad was out and gone, grinning like an idiot when it was clear. I cannot believe that worked. We should be honored, the dumbest knight to ever live just graced us with his presence.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Calarel still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but if it meant that she didn't have to marry this idiot she didn't care. She just gave the rather clueless 'knight' a condescending smirk at the very confused and flustered look he gave the two of them. The wind was taken right out of his sails and he seemed to be at a complete loss on how to handle the situation. Finally though he accepted Tossik's lie, putting away his sword before he walked away, muttering to himself before shouting back some advice to the dragon about his maid's behavior. Calarel scoffed and rolled her eyes, thinking that what that man deserved wasn't respect but a swift kick in the ass. She waited quietly though when Tossik motioned for her to, knowing he was wanting the knight well and away before either of them said or did anything. She didn't share in his mirth and amusement though, frowning a little as he grinned laughed. Yes, I suppose he did, she told him, the sword still in her hand, though mostly forgotten now, But... why did you do that? Calarel was clearly confused, and even looked a little suspicious, wondering at the dragon's reasons for turning the portly knight away. That wasn't how things were supposed to go as far as she knew, and he had seemed to have no issue with it what so ever a few days ago.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

As Tossik grinned and gave a few laughs, he started the process to change into his other form. Cracks and the sound of sliding bones let out as they shifted and changed size. Scales made a slithering motion as they shrunk along with his body. Soon enough he was back into the more humanoid version of himself, stretching out his limbs to get the last kinks out of the change. He barely even tried, he said, getting the last of the laughs out and shaking his head. Turning to move, he paused at her question. Why did I do that? he repeated, stopping his step. Tossik gave a nervous chuckle, and shrugged. Maybe I've upped my standards in the knights I let 'take me down.' I didn't think Sir Melihadtoomanyturkeylegs deserved to beat me and take you. Your dowry, I mean. If I'm going to let someone take something from me, they'd better deserve it. Maybe the next one won't be such a buffoon, eh? he said, starting to walk once more and head back to the living chambers. He wasn't quite willing to admit it was because he felt guilty and didn't want her to have to wed someone like that.
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Calarel was watching the dragon with obvious suspicion as he seemed to have to think about his answer for just a moment. She wasn't sure about his explanation, frowning softly as he claimed that he had simply not wanted to tarnish his reputation by letting such a sad excuse of a knight 'defeat' him. Tossik had hardly seemed to have such discerning tastes when they had argued before, she didn't know if she believed him, but she couldn't think of any other likely explanation. He certainly didn't care about what happened to her, so Calarel didn't think that he had gotten rid of 'Sir' Melihad for her benefit. She just sighed a bit and followed him back inside, saying nothing else on the subject for the rest of the night. Though the next day she found herself watching Tossik with that hint of suspicion, obviously wondering about what had happened yesterday, and what would happen now. Calarel was still thinking about it as she bathed in the hot spring in the back of the dragon's cave, getting out and wrapping herself in a soft, towel-like blanket after she dried herself, walking back into the bedroom of the cave, her pale skin a little flushed from the heat of the water. She didn't see Tossik, so she put the towel aside,trying to get dressed quickly before he could turn up.
Thread: Killing the Cliche (Atroxa and Myself)

Tossik was just as happy to avoid talking about the incident and why he'd lied to the man. He ate, poked around through his hoard, bathed, went through the usual goings of a dragon in his lair. Of course, while they were quiet and keeping conversation brief, avoiding the topic, that didn't mean it wasn't on the dragon's mind. Mostly, he was trying to figure out if there was more to it than just being guilty about the princesses in the past, something about Calarel was different, but exactly what that was was a difficult question. Well, a good night's sleep would get rid of it, and it seemed to the next morning, as he went out for a fly in his natural form. After a while he returned, morphing into the human-like form as he came into the cave. A good morning, the brisk air felt good and he'd been able to hunt for a while, bringing back some meat to prepare and preserve. Calarel didn't seem to be around, he left the bodies in another off-cave as he went around to look for her, hoping he hadn't just missed a knight venturing in and taking her. Venturing to the bedroom, a grin crossed his face as he caught the girl, bare skin causing him to stop. Well, maybe she wouldn't be totally different from the previous girls. Enjoying the spring, I see.
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