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Thread: Lance & Dragons [Rave X Ironic]

For one, what makes -you- think that you're capable of doing it? Clearly you haven't had much success on your own either. He raised a curious brow then, clearly defensive over her wording of things even if she was genuinely baffled. For two, I'm not sure if you picked up on it, but I literally have an army I can march up here if I wanted to. Dragon or no Dragon, a thousand Demacian soldiers should be more than enough to put it down. That is, if I can't do it with a dragon on -my- side. That'd be you. In fact, if I HAVE to call upon that army, I don't think I can show my face back at the castle. He scoffed. You underestimate me, Shyvana. He rolled a shoulder, before he turned so that they were shoulder to shoulder rather than face to face to look in the same direction she was. But if he's recovering, we're wasting time. You already know this, I can tell you're intelligent, but for the sake of saying it, we should really try and catch him now before he recovers any further. If nothing else, I know these mountains. No one ever comes here, but I've studied all of Demacia's terrain. There are caves and caverns scattered across the hollow Mountains in that direction. He'd raise his lance and point towards several peaks in the direction she was chasing. If he's recovering, then it's likely he took shelter in one of them. There's not going to be enough time for me to go back and bring with me soldiers, so for now, I suggest we ride that direction and see if we can find him first. We'll assess what to do from there. He raised his fingers to his lips, and a sharp whistle escaped that drew his warhorse to him. Grabbing onto its reins, he hauled himself upwards and landed atop its back. An arm extended down so she could take his hand, and hop on. Ride with me, and save your energy. I damn well know I'm not getting anywhere if I can't get your help, so I'm swallowing my pride. I suggest you do the same.
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The half breed could only bite her tongue as he gave his small speech. He was right, after all, but how could she be in the wrong? Her sassy temperament would only cause more trouble and she was aware of this, but never has she encountered anyone else, especially one that was willing to help her. As he stood beside her his heat could be felt against her cold skin. It was a decent change, making her feel not so alone anymore. Like her father was still here with her. Swallowing the frog in her throat as the thought of her father left her misty eyed she nodded as he mounted his equine. I am just wondering what is in it for you if youre so willing to help a pitiful halfling like myself? Her own brow quirked before hopping onto the back of the warhorse, its flared nostrils spewing out a mist of warmth into the cold air. Shyvannas balance was unsteady on the back of the horse, her hands gripping against his waist as she held herself steady. I am sorry if this is too personal for you, I have never ridden one of these before. She explains as she looks over her shoulder to see its tail swaying. its not like Im not doing a good job searching for him. I lost his trail as the snow continued to pile up. Im exhausted as Ive been searching for weeks. Ive left my sanity within my fathers grave. I seek vengeance colder than death. She growled deeply, her eyes squinting with determination in slaying that damned beast.
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When she fastened her arms around his waist, he made sure to sit up on the steed high. That way, she could have a grip to hold herself up, and lean her chest against his back to support herself and her balance. It's alright, just hang on to me. Should you feel like falling, dig your claws into my armor. It will withstand the sharpness. As if to make sure she held on correctly, his hands took her own and linked them at his mid waist, just above his groin. The steed neighed in impatience, causing his free hand to reach out and pat its head lightly. Before he'd say anything else, he'd nudge the horse with his foot into a steady walk. He'd let her get used to the pace and bumps of the horse before he accelerated. As for what's in it for me, it's my Kingdom. I can't have a murderous dragon roaming about. If it caused you tragedy, and you're a powerful dragon, it could cause several more for my people. I only take a pre-emptive approach to this. I don't want to suffer losses. He explained, before his head tilted back to look at her for a moment, then forward again. Nor do I want to see someone suffer the sting of unfulfilled vengeance. You deserve peace. He'd kick the horse slightly then, to let it bounce into a trot out of the woods and towards the near by mountains. These war horses were trained for tough terrain, so it could take them a fair bit. I will be relying on you for navigation, then. You know these mountains better than I. For tonight, however, once we find a suitable cave we will pause to rest. You need sleep. Food. Shelter. At least for a night, and we will resume the search in the morning. He looked back at her again then, his eyes meeting her own in both concern and curiosity. You will have to trust me to look after you for the night, though. Are you willing to do such a thing, for a total stranger?
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It was strange to be this close to someone. The armor he wore separated them from sharing body heat but that was beside the point. She was still agonizingly close to him. His gloved hand gripped softly on her own, yet sternly, and placed it correctly as she was foreign on what to do. The heart inside of her tight chest fluttered, a feeling she wasnt accommodated with. It wasnt important though, she would tell herself calmly. Jarvan was really fit to be a Prince after she finally cooled down enough to see through him. Smart, elegant, and well mannered. Truthfully, Shyvanna could learn a lesson or two from him but she was too stubborn to admit something of that nature. Youre right. Even though I lost the only thing Ive had your Kingdom had suffered far worse than I. And if we dont stop this mess theres no telling what further destruction he can do, especially after having the rush of killing fresh blood. Her voice jumped around as the horse trotted around. As he had instructed, she dug her claws into his armor, the sound excruciating as it resembled the sound of nails on chalkboard. Sorry. She apologized for the sound, trying her best to at least soften it. Thats what were going to have to do. Shyvanna responded to his concerned question. Youre going to rely on my navigation, and I will rely on your protection. Its a mutual agreement, and I am okay with that. She swallowed her pride to answer him, wondering if that was even the correct way to reply. In about a mile there should be a cave to our right. Its durable and Ive stayed in it before. Its spacious and the ground isnt rough like the others. It blocks the wind and snow and is good for cooking if youre going to use a fire. She met his gaze as he looked around towards her, her eyes immediately looking away into the first second of their stare. The more they traveled the terrain the more she grew adjusted to the horse and its bumpy ride. They voyaged uphill and the snow grew heavier and more severe. Luckily the cave could be spotted in the distance, Shyvnnas hand pointing towards it. There, thats the cave. She directed him before they went towards the entrance. I hope it appears decent enough to you, but the storm is growing worse and we have no choice but to stay here even if it isnt to your liking.
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Despite the lack of heat between bodies, the feeling of someone pressed to his back was enough to provide a frictioned form of comfort. Her breasts pressed against him, her arms wrapped around him, and he remembered why he enjoyed riding with others. It wasn't as bumpy. Balance was helped. She leaned against him, he leaned up for her, and it just worked. He couldn't lie to himself and not think that it wasn't exciting having a half-dragon ride behind you, but he too, brushed such thoughts aside for now. We have a common enemy. We have both suffered. I will do everything I can to avenge you, and my people all the same. I might be relying on you for fire as-well. I can't imagine I can rub sticks together fast enough in this cold to produce any sparks. He sighed, a little out of his element here, and it made him appreciate running into her that much more. He'd have had an immesurably harder time, had he not run into her. You do that, and I'll do my best to hunt some food in the morning in return, and keep you warm at night. That last part of that statement was a little cyrptic, left for interperation. He didn't do it on purpose, though. The screeching noise from her claws digging into him was simply tolerated, and he laughed at her apology. No need. Grip as tight as you like. Yet just as the storm picked up, they finally reached the cave and she pointed to it. She had described how it would suit them, and even as her gaze fled from his own, a little smirk slipped onto his lips. It'll do fine- I've slept in worse, trust me. At least I have company this time around. He'd guide the armored steed towards the cave's entrance, and once the horse itself was sheltered within, he'd dismount first, slowly unhooking her arms from around him. Once he'd land on solid ground, he'd let his hands slide over her waist line, grip her by the hips, and lift upwards so that she could slide off the horse herself and land right infront of him. Yet, that subsequently left them in...a close, position. His hands were still on her hips, their bodies were half an inch from touching, and his eyes were looking at her own without hope of escape. She was warm. He couldn't feel it quite yet, but it was the sensation he got from holding her. Even with armor on. I should...get out of these clunky things. They trap the cold in.
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It was a relief to finally enter inside, the storms wind dwindled to nothing. One could still hear the howling of it, though. As Jarvan dismounted his horse it seemed as if he knew she wouldnt be steady enough to get off the stallion on her own. Without asking for consent he placed his hands on her curvaceous hips, gradually lifting her up so she could be let down. Her eyes enlarged as she tried to stay still, not knowing what to do as he helped her. Gulping down the rock in her throat she effortlessly got off the steed with his help. Both of her feet planted on the snowy ground that crunched quietly under her weight, but there was just one problem now they were close, like, awkwardly close. Those sequined hues of hers couldnt dart away, her breath held as he didnt loosen his grip on her body. Time seemed to elongate as they held that stance. How many minutes passed now? Seconds? As his hands pulled away she took a step backwards, eyes rapid to look down at her feet. Ah, I would think differently. I thought it would trap your body heat? Oh well, you know better than I do. Shrugging her shoulders, she would raise her hands up to clasp against her helmet, taking it off before setting it down to the ground mildly. The heavy armor she sported she removed as well, placing it in the same pile with the rest. Luckily for Shyvana there were some fallen branches near the entrance of the cave which meant she wouldnt have to travel for firewood. Stepping foot outside and swiftly seized as many as she could into her arms before running back inside. This should be enough for tonight. Did you happen to bring any blankets or something similar? I abandoned mine earlier today. Shyvanna asked as she neatly stacked the branches in a pile near the center of the cave. Despite being an ice dragon her flames were so cold that they were hot, the magic she held within her core also helped to change her flames to grow more warm than usual. My human form isnt as powerful as my drake form, but that form is far too large to shapeshift into in this cave. My hands, though, can emanate just the same as my dragon breath. She said as she raised her right hand, a healthy translucent blue flame ignited at her will. Kneeling down towards the branched her hand outstretched in front of her to light them, quickly catching its spark before she no longer needed to assist it.
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That momentary closeness was not easy to forget. Or rather, simply slide off the mind. She was warm, ironically, for an Ice Dragon. And up close? Her beauty was hard not to notice. He'd imagined she'd never heard someone call her beautiful before, since dragons were not known to appreciate such things over power and flight. Though he bit his tongue for now, and simply cleared his throat upon detaching from her. This cave would be more than suitable for the night, and he allowed his thoughts to be consumed by that rather than let them dart to more...imaginative scenarios, unbefitting the situation they were in, involving the pair of them. I have just the one-- but it is large enough to share. He'd comment when asked about the blanket, and as she left to gather firewood, he brought back a black and thick roll mounted to the horse's saddle near the rear. It seemed heavy, but only because it was long and compressed in said role. Upon unfurling it, the black substance would be revealed as a fur blanket, likely Grizzly hide, warm and thick. His armor would be withdrawn one by one, the helmet first to reveal the sharp features beneath and a pair of striking eyes. A scar on his left cheek, and hair down to the small of his back. His torso armor was next, revealing the muscular and built body beneath. The man was forged for combat, countless hours of training and fighting leaving him with a body fit to withstand treks, wars, and cold. The pants and boots were the final pieces to be removed, and powerful legs shuffled onto the blanket while she placed the firewood together infront of them, and lit it ablaze with a brilliant blue flame that mesmerized him for a moment. Dragons were rather exotic creatures, after all. I don't think your Dragon form can comfortably fit on this blanket though. He mused, lightening the mood up a bit. There wasn't much room for them to both sit on here, but he shuffled to the side as much as he could. Likely, one leg had to drape over the other, regardless of who went on who, for both of them to manage a comfortable seating. Though he didn't seem pariticularly bothered by the fact. If anything, getting closer to someone like her intrigued him. The warmth of the fire relaxed his body, the heat coating the bare skin, and the hidden bits beneath the undergarments he wore. We have a long night ahead. We might as well get to understand each other better, then. He paused, his eyes following her. Ask me anything you wish to know.
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Oh, I dont expect you to share with me. Shyvanna was hasty to respond back once he pulled out his thick grizzly hide. She was a dragon after all, but her human form caused many annoyances than being in dragon form, meaning the cold wasnt as much of a friend of hers. It felt eccentric to be curled up in a blanket next to a man she had just met, let alone the Prince of the Kingdom she stayed away from. Gently she sat down across from him, her knees burrowing into her chest as her chin rested on the kneecaps. With all due respect, she admired the way he endeavored to loosen up the awkwardness in the stiff air, but she was unskilled with carrying on a conversation. Those flashy hues wondered across his exposed flesh, following each chisel that was carefully carved by hard toil and fortitude. An imperfection grasped her curiosity, a scar on his cheek. He did tell her it was okay to ask whatever she wished, so she opened her lips and asked, That scar on your cheek, what caused it? It looks painful. Without noticing her movements, she scooted closer to inspect the well-defined broken pigments of tissue. I have one myself. She revealed. It took her skittish hands a moment to figure out their next move before they naturally stripped away her armor. Daintily her fingers removed her chest piece, showing off what appeared to be an under-armor top, structured like a sports bra. Four long and jagged talon slashes claim her chest, starting at the end of her clavicle and ending just above her navel. Her breath shuddered as she revealed her faultiness, a secret no one knew besides him. Swallowing a large gulp of air, she skidded her fingertips across the indented scars. That dragon that we are looking for he did this to me before slaying my father. He protected me, and what would've happened to me happened to him. Her head bowed in sorrow, remembering that awful night that would always stay with her. Her pants were soon to follow, another under-armor cloth fitted securely to her feminine shape. Her right hipbone had one deep slash, but it wasnt as severe as her chest. Youre the first person I ever told this to. I felt like if I shared this with you, you wouldnt feel so alone in your imperfections
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I've only the one-- I had not planned on picking up a dragon on my way to slay another. He teased a bit, before a sigh of relaxtion escaped his lips. The ride wasn't too long from where he met her, but from the castle further up from which he descended? It was a bit draining. So this, was a much needed stop. His eyes wouldn't complain either, falling upon the gorgeous curves of the ice dragon in-front of him. Something within had hoped she sat just a bit closer but, he brushed it off. The mention of his scar though broke him out of mundane thoughts, and a small smile slipped across his lips. This?..It is caused by a lack of discipline. I'm afraid. Demacia has many enemies. A man called Swain is one of them. He takes command of a crow-- which happened to blind side and, ironically, nearly blind me with a hit. I avoided it just in time to have the beast graze my cheek, but the evidence of my mistake remains there. I don't mind it. It allows me to remember my faults every time I look in a mirror. She'd scooted closer, and all the same he shifted in her direction, at least until their legs touched. Once she revealed her own scar, and only after the removal of armor which had his eyes naturally glued to her curvaceous and tempting form, did he clue in to what she was saying. The...accidental seduction of her armor removal was a bit much not to focus on. Though her hesitation was noted, when she began explaining. He said nothing as she contemplated, and bowed her head, but once again her words turned hard to follow once she removed the pants and she was left in all but nothing. He cleared his throat a bit, and his hands extended. May I? He'd ask, and if given permission, his fingers would glide over the scar along her chest first, a surprisingly gentle touch from a warrior, feeling each ridge and each imperfection, before they'd lower to her hip, and his fingers would do the same-- only they would remain there, even as his eyes found her own to speak. I'm glad you told me this, I feel closer to you, now. He smiled, though he too hesitated in tone a bit. But my imperfections are not strictly physical. Right now...you unintentionally fill me with thoughts unbefit for a Knight, let alone a prince. Ones of a certain way to provide sure warmth and comfort in our...situation, yet stray from appropriateness. He was not sure she'd pick up on his words' intent or hint, but he spoke them anyway.
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He was honest and wasn't ashamed to admit that his scar was from an incident where he was foolish enough to not give it his all. Though, he didn't seem to be too bothered by it. It wasn't anything as large as the marks she bore, but she could easily cover hers where he could not unless a helmet shielded him. It takes courage to admit to your defeats. You learn and grow from it, and I'm more than certain your people adore and admire you for everything. Gingerly she coated her words, tossing an added soft smile his way for a cherry on top. It caught her off guard that he was willing enough to touch her laceration remnants. Despite the kind gestures she had given him she still was skeptical of his wary touches. Slowly, almost nonexistent, did she give him an approving nod to come hither in her direction. His calloused fingertips were smoothed, grazing her skin as he imagined the pain she went through to be granted her history marks. Shyvanna could only imagine what was going on through his wary head. Once his lingering hand ceased movement on her right hip, she noticed just how stiff she became. A heavy sigh of relief blew out from her lips, the once tensed muscles now limp. I'm not understanding where you're coming from? Shyvanna responded to his statements, unaware of what his true intentions behind his words were. She could only guess it had something to do with the warmth she somehow provided him with. I've never been this close with someone before, let alone hold a conversation. I've been sheltered and not taught much of the ways normal humans live, since I am not any close to being normal human. This caused her to scoot away, drawing those knees back up towards her chest as her hands overlapped each other to hug them closely. All I can tell, is that those words sounded sincere and kind, something I don't understand... my body, though, tells me things I have never felt before. She admitted, truly unsure of this newfound feeling.
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He should have figured words would be lost in translation, especially since Dragons did not have the same innuendos humans did. At least, not halflings like her. He wondered for a moment if he should phrase it better, or drop the subject all together, but watching her scoot away stung at him. As if his body refused her own's withdrawal, and the warmth that its closeness came with. A small sigh left his nose, and he leaned back on his elbows, legs spread slightly. The action would put into sight the girth beneath the thin layer of underwear he wore. The man was large and thick enough that the imprint of his length was visible against the lining of the fabric, but he seemed unaware of it. Closeness like this... He paused, trying to find the right words to explain what she was feeling, likely, and what his initial words meant. Between creatures that find each other warm or attractive, breeds desire to...well. He scoffed. Breed. He shrugged his shoulders lightly. While that is neither you or I's current intention, the situation we're in...is quite supportive of that kind of thing. Warmth needed through body heat, a fire, a lack of armor or clothing...I said that I am not perfect, as Knights are expected to be chivalrous and not think of that kind of thing. We slay dragons, usually, not mate with them. He huffed, a frustrated hand rising up to rub at his temples and stroke his own hair. But with you...it's different. That's likely that feeling your body is offering you. I doubt you've met a viable male for such a thing before, and the only reason I consider it is because of the ample warmth it'll provide us both. Much more than a fire-- but such a thing requires agreement, from both parties, and.. He paused, eyeing her once more. Significant closeness. She had scooted back to sit a bit farther, so his comment was aimed at that.