Thread: Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

Luckily for the elf, Mercury wasn't really the jealous sort. As far as he was concerned he and the captain had an open relationship regardless of what she might think he was pretty sure she thought he was her pet dragon or something. As such, he wasn't opposed or bothered about her liaisons with other crew members partially because Dragons were not known for monogamy in the first place and mostly because he knew full well that nothing could compare to bedding a Dragon, and that satisfaction made it tolerable for her to have interests in others, If another dragon came along however there might be problems if only because of Merc's ego. Admittedly the elf wasn't really that bad looking either, though if it had to be a humanoid he preferred females and it was unlikely he would actually catch his interest. The dragon turned his silver-haired head to the boarding sergeant when he heard his voice and huffed triumphantly at the tone the man, glaring for a moment though he realized shortly after that he wasn't the one under scrutiny here but the neko who stood behind him. His expression lightened when he did and he gave the man an approving nod, she had certainly covered his back and amused him at the same time, plus knew how to watch her tone unlike some nameless mammals on board the ship. He would tell this to the captain later, maybe tell her how she had protected her prized drake from a couple gunshot wounds to spice things up and maybe get the catgirl a bonus. He WOULD also have to reclaim his shirt at some point too, those were expensive. He did roll his eyes and speak though upon the admission that the captain had claimed the elf. outright as spoils? Poor thing. Of course she did His tone was positively dripping with sarcasm at this point before arching a silvered brow and then knodding. Very well Mercury wasn't sure if he was considered the ship's first mate or not, he wasn't a fantastic leader or even an good vanguard, but liked to think himself as outside the rank structure anyway, answering only to those who held his respect. Specifically the captain and only the captain. Still the human mercenary had interested him, with the sneaky attack below decks he didn't get to see her fight and the way she was dressed and muscled and it would be a waste just to have to kill her or throw her off the ship and see how many times he could beat her to the ground. always a fun game. The silver-haired dragon also scoffed at the mention of keeping the prisoner intact. No promises He muttered, tail flicking to voice his light irritation Dragons had almost as many feline traits as they did reptillian, the way they moved, the way they stalked, their body language. It wasn't a surprise why he seemed to get along fairly well with the Neko, aside from the generous swells of her chest that he still had a mental image of. Most of the crew wasn't terribly sure what mercury was capable of or what he might do. He was actually unlikely to claim the female as his spoils - she was interesting, but Dragons were fickle about females and chromatic dragons also weren't terrible prone on initiating sexual contact with humans without their consent in general. Mercury in perticular preferred to have females come to him, he admired assertiveness and persistance and loved being chased as much as he enjoyed chasing - one of the reasons the captain successfully bedded him the first time was because she knew the right places to grab and did not relent. It was risky because if she had irritated him he was quite capable of butchering her, but that happened to be a massive turnon for the young drake. The dragon gave a nod and a satisfied look to the boarding sergeant before turning to the Neko and offering her a grin. Ill be back for that in a little bit He said, pointing a talon at his shirt, when he did not say, however he was content to leave it with her for a while. It smelled like him, a crisp scent like spring morning mixed with the bitter smell of mint, with only a tinge of masculine musk to a sensitive nose. Oh he so enjoyed teasing the female members of the crew. The Dragon folded his wings over his shoulders and flicked his tail, making his way to the edge of the ship and spreading those wings. With a little hop and one great flap he easily propelled himself into the air and quickly crossed the distance between the two ships, flaring out his wings for an easy landing on deck. His meeting with the captain and admission of his victory could wait, for now he had to figure out what to do with the blonde... He waited till she was brought somewhere quiet before following the men who escorted her into the room. This time she had been brought into what served as the Brig, secure and quiet with a sturdy door and quaint supplies. He made her wait for a couple moments before walking in and opening the door. There was a fluidity to the way Mercury moved, his talons found purchase in the deck easily and each stride was confident and quick. His body seemed to be built for flying and sprinting rather than walking, so he moved very quickly. When he walked into the room with her he did fold his wings on his back so he could get through the door and light the wall behind him a bit. She had only seen him up close so far so now was likely the first time she had actually seen him, and what a sight he was. He smirked inwardly, seeing the reaction of the woman sitting on the floor and approached, remembering that he was not wearing a shirt and his naked abdomen was revealed to her, muscles and all... in fact, he was only wearing the heavy belted Kama, though that covered everything from his hips to his ankles from all sides while he was not in motion. The Mercenary would get a good look at the Drake before he approached her, naked from the hips up occasionally it rode a little low for a tantalizing glance at the beginnings of the V leading between the legs save for silvery scales that detailed his abdomen and covered his shoulders and arms. The Dragon smirked as he approached her, smirking knowingly and kneeling in front of her. With one swift motion his tail lashed out and the gag that had been tied around her mouth was severed, allowing her to speak, though he spoke up first. Your crew is defeated, the Greenbacks are dead or dying, and your employer screamed like a little girl when I snapped his arm at the elbow... Not a good day... but, It can get better, or at least be salvaged The dragon began, flicking his tail behind him and gently scraping the wood of the brig with his claws before lifting his arm and presenting her three fingers. We aren't without mercy however, so I will give you three options for yourself and your crew. Each member may choose, but your choice will affect the outcome of their fates. He smiled reassuringly, flexing his Talons to emphasize his point. First, I extend an offer for you to join us. Some of your number fought well, and you yourself look like like a warrior, why were you stooping to guarding such a coward when you could be fighting free and making so much more. He grinned again, offering her that teasing look before curling one of his talons back into his fist to show that that option had been covered. Your second option if that we simply set you free, we bear no grudge against your crew and expect that you do not bear one against us... this is business and we would be more than happy to drop you off at the next port or on the nearest available rock He rolled his eyes slightly at this one before retracting his talon, leaving only one of those dangerously sharp talons, which he brought to her neck so she could feel the sharpness of the bladelike apendage. Your last option, should you bear a grudge and want revenge is that we simply cut you into ribbons and toss your bodies overboard, this is business, but we will not tolerate heroes. This time his voice dropped to a low rumble and the threat was made clear by the dragon's posture and position of his talons before he used one to bring her gaze to his, or run across her skin should she be meeting his gaze already Ill even give you an opportunity to die like a warrior, its how I prefer to do things With that he retracted his arm and returned to standing, the tantalizing view of that leg gone to make it clear hopefully add a bit to her incentive to join rather than resist. So what is it, Freedom, Safety, or Death?