Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

It was a common point of history now, taught to children in schools of the time of change. When magic suddenly stopped being a thing of legends and became reality. Nobody knew why, or well nobody was speaking up about it. But obviously something had gone wrong, or at least that is the way that Teiruun understood it. When the creatures such as elves, goblins, orcs, and dwarves became far more common one race decided to stay as they were. Dragons had been around for centuries before what was collectively known as The Change, hiding in plain sight or in their caverns. Keeping a low profile as best as possible. Yes, dragons, the beings dreaded or praised in legends across the world, didn't really care much that the world had changed. Teiruun was one of these, a younger silver scaled beast, only one hundred and six years of age. Most of that however had been in a state of hibernation, an accident of his youth trapping him in the mountainside forests he called home. He was luckily released by some miners a couple decades ago, sneaking out in the night to take residence in the now decrepit manor of his family. While he did not lack for funds, he tried being careful about how much he spent, never wanting them to realize exactly how much gold and other valuables his ancestors had horded away. But Teiruun was growing bored with his time hidden away with only his concealed forray's into the nearest town to thank for what he knew of the world. Probably prompted by those ancient tales, many such people had taken to hunting or shunning his kind, to the point that there were maybe a half dozen known dragons in the world, and most were uncooperative. What he figured would ease such boredom was a maiden. They were not quite what the tales often spoke of, the maidens of bed time stories were often pure women of some sort that were kidnapped. While the kidnapping may occur, they could be anyone from a standard street whore to a modern princess. Just so long as they possessed certain qualities, a sort of taste that pleased the dragon whom captured them. Teiruun had done the unthinkable, and placed an add on the internet, on a small website advertising the maidenhood contract vaguely. And though he had a few messages, only one had really stood out as a likely candidate. But despite their few messages, all he knew was that she was an elf woman, and they were to meet at a coffee shop, that was actually a fair distance away from his home. And her first name. It was better than sitting at home anyways. He would take the train across multiple states to get to this Puck's and take a look about the room. He had black hair that was slightly tussled from the traveling, and finer features than one could imagine for something such as he. Teiruun had even surprised himself when he had nearly successfully taken a human shape, the only hint of his heritage being the silver scales on his back neck and arms for now, all covered by a woven scarf and thick winter coat. He smelled the place first, picking out the various races as he wandered, all masked by coffee beans and fairy magic. But to him the one scent he wanted stuck out like a sore thumb once he was able to ignore the pungent drinks. Sitting alone and looking like she was expecting someone, was the elf. A simple hat hiding her ears, but he thought it made her look nicer as tje red hair flowed underneath. Aisling? He asked, taking a seat across from her. He looked down nosily and saw the contract, reading the first few lines. Well at least this was the right woman, if she was a little ill informed about how the contract went about. Well he could play with her a bit. So what are your terms then? A brief summary is fine. He asked, leaning forward to stare at her with dark eyes. Yes, she seemed like she might be right, but he wouldn't know unless he could touch her with his tongue.