Thread: The Princess and the Dragon ( DudeGuy and HKitten )

Ages ago, there was a land and a people that were on the verge of being wiped out by their fellow man and monsters alike. Desperate, and with nary a place to turn to for help, they sought out the assistance of some of the very monster's that plagued them, the Dragon clan. Among all of the Dragons, there were some who sympathized with these Elves. Their homeland had been nearly destroyed and their lives hung in the balance. It seemed as if the end was coming and that there were nothing that could be done to save them. For the Elves, these were more than sympathizers, they were guardians in disguise. These Dragon's made a pact with the Elves, vowing to protect them from those who would threaten them in the future, so long as these human's didn't turn against them. With the promise made, the dragons fought bravely for the sake of the humans. A massive battle ensued in which the dragon's fought of invader after invader, the humans overpowered and most of the cowardly monsters ran at the mere sight of the massive lizards. When the battle ended, those that remained of the Dragon's forces returned to the man they bargained with and once again, pledged their loyalty to him. That man was named the king of this land that had come to be called Sable, the word for pact in their language. The Kingdom of Sable become the living proof of the bond between Elf and Dragon, a bond that still existed to this very today. What sounded like legend here was in fact the true history of the Kingdom of Sable. For anyone who dare to say otherwise, all they would have to do was take a walk outside and they could find Dragon's amongst the city guard. Not massive lizards, rather, people with lizard like features. Scales, tails, wings, some even had horns. They were obviously not Elves, that much was for sure. The people of the town took comfort in the presences of their guardians. Their loyalty to the kingdom was older than the kingdom itself. To the Dragons, it was amazing to see that the Elves hadn't yet crossed them. If anything, they were more straightforward and honest with rewarding them for everything that their kind had done for them in the past. The Dragons knew they could trust the Elves, and the Elves knew that they could trust the Dragons. The coexistence was a peaceful one. Today, at the castle, there was a special event that was taking place. The selection trials. Mock duels between some of the dragons finest warriors to show off their skill and talents to the royal family. Most importantly, they were each aiming to gain one of the highest positions in the Royal Guard as the personal bodyguard of the Princess. Her decision would be based off of the skill that the dragon-folk displayed here, and off of any other factors that she may have had in mind. No one could know for sure who or what she wanted now, all they could do was their best and hope that they were the one that she chose out of the lot. When the current match ended, then two men sheathed their weapons, turned to the Princess, and took to their knee, kneeling before her. When they were dismissed, the next two competitors entered the room. The first to walk in was a tall individual, stacked with muscles and no doubt a powerful looking man. His scales were blue in color and covered his cheeks, a portion of his forehead, and most of what could be seen of his neck. His hair was long and shaggy, his eyes a shimmering shade of gold. He looked to be at least seven foot four, and had to be at least two hundred pounds. On his back was a large axe. The sheer size of it alone was enough to show that he wasn't human. With a single swing, it appeared as if he could level a forest. In truth? He could. Power was his greatest ally, and would be his ticket to fame and victory here. He was sure of it. He stepped forward, kneeling before the princess until she gave him permission to stand once again. In the background, faint whispers of the court nobles could be heard commenting on how powerful he looked and how big he was. It was then that they next competitor entered the room. Many were surprised to see that the one who would be going against the behemoth who was awaiting the beginning of the match was a woman. Most of the nobility were already expecting to see a short match that would perhaps end up in an 'accidental' beheading. A little blood was always shed at events such as these. It was a shame that such a good looking person would have to suffer such a monstrous fate, but at the same time, it was poetic. Surely, this match would be all that they spoke of for days on end no matter who the Princess chose in the end. The Princess appeared to be bored before, but it seemed that with the entrance of this woman, her interest was more than piqued. Little did they know that it wasn't for the reason's they suspected. Yet, there was a subtle confidence in the stride of the dragon woman, and a slight smirk that played on her face as she walked up the short pathway, her hips swaying along with a short tail that could be seen poking from underneath her coat. She was much smaller than the man, only five foot eight in height, and was obviously much lighter. Resting upon her head was what could only be described as a mane of jet black hair, contrasting so perfectly with her snow white skin. There were cracks on her cheek which showed that the sales there were the same snowy tint as her skin was. Her eyebrows were thin, and her copper toned eyes only half open. At times, it made it seem as if she could see right through anything her eyes fell upon. At other times? It made her appear to be rather disinterested in anything that went on around her. The woman had an admitted attractive build. Her busts were at least C cups, her hips matching the over all curvature of her body perfectly. The clothes she wore only seemed to accent those features. She wore a white shirt under a dark, expensive looking over coat that hugged her body, trimmed with gold patters. Around her neck was a black, scarf like cloth that was pinned at the center of where the flap they saw overlapped the cloth underneath. The pants she wore were brown in color, and the boots she wore were knee-high with a slight heel. The only weapons she wore were two strange looking long swords over each of her hips. She stepped before the Princess, kneeling to the young woman respectfully, waiting until she had permission to rise to her feet. Once she had that permission, the match would begin.