Thread: The Dragon and Her [The Lord and the Lady]

The day was yet calm. Wind blew gently through the wide forests and over the lakes, carrying off the aroma of the flowers, thus creating a sweet smell almost everywhere in the countryside. The sun was beginning to rise, signaling the start of the morning Sorin Dracynos. He was a large, instinctively-fearsome Dragon, with a body of dark green flesh, the scales smooth and hard with a glimmer from the light. Sorin's blood-red eyes scanned the horizon for a meal, licking his teeth and maw with a very long forked tongue. Sorin stood at 24 feet in height, the natural weight in his bones and scales make his body extremely heavy. Along the top of his head to the end of his tail is a large fin that acted as his family's crest, though it was severely ruined and burned. Another scar ran from the top of his left eye to the bottom, making him very distinctive from others of his kind. A succulent smell wafted into his nostrils, bringing back memories of cooked meat and water, a meal he hadn't had in so long. The village to the west a miles from where he was located was awake, it seemed. He could hear the collective noises clearly, and his mouth turned up into a smile. It has been a long time since he was in the presence of humans. Despite the record of blood that his kind had against humans, Sorin was always peaceful, and liked to think of himself as the guardian of said village. But they were the only company he had. There were no female dragons in the territory, and there was no human women that would take an interest in one of his kind. So he was not alone, but he was always lonely. Without a word, Sorin outstretched his brilliant emerald wings and took off into the sky, quickly heading towards the village. Once he was a few minutes away, Sorin landed in between the trees. From there, he began to steadily walk to the village, wanting to change just before he arrived. Sorin was, despite his frame and weight, was very graceful and light in his steps, only making light vibrations in the ground as he watched the village through the trees. His skin color allowed him to blend in with the surroundings quite nicely, able to move past the trees quickly in order to find a nearby house. Once he did, the large dragon closed his eyes. The flesh bubbled and morphed, concentrating on his goal of being a human. A light growl of pain was released when his skeleton began to shrink, and his skin changed its pigment and shape. The wings and fin receded into his body as he grew smaller and smaller, leaving behind his emerald flesh in favor of semi-long golden hair that fell around his firm, calm face, change to tanned skin. His eyes stayed virtually the same as his dragon form, although the color was lighter, and the scar is ran larger and longer, which now went from the top of his eye to the bottom of his chest. Now he stood a five feet and eleven inches, and weighed much less than his dragon counterpart. However, he was currently stark-naked. Sighing softly, Sorin ran past the trees and quickly went towards the nearest cabin, finding an open window and climbing inside. He needed clothes. The young man hurried throughout, attempting to find a pair of pants and shirt before anyone came in. Luckily, he found a pair of pants and a soft linen, long-sleeved shirt that opened at the collar a bit, only showing a bit of the scar that went down his chest. Going out the window once more, Sorin walked into the woods, wanting to find food for himself before he went into the village. He found a few apple trees and took a couple, but continued on in order to find animal prey, unaware that he was about to stumble upon a human...