Thread: Melting the Heart of a Dragon (SaraFisherRP & Daughter of Artemis)

Rush? Melanie saw no rush involved. Then again, she had imagined being swept up into an overbearing creatures arms and carted off, kicking and screaming to its layer where she would be ravished before being cooked and eaten for dessert. Perhaps that was a misplaced scenario as the dragon behind her seemed patient. Though they had hardly spoken at all she was charmed by the idea of being carted off like a bride. She would never be a bride to any man, why not consider this a sort of wedding. She had agreed to be given to the dragoness to do with as she pleased for as long as it wished to keep her. Melanie could not find a better parallel than that of marriage. She was sworn to the womanly creature behind her more than she had been to Rufus, her betrothed. Melanie wished to turn to face the dragon, whose name she did not know. Melanie wondered if she had a name at all, or if she were to refer to the reptilian woman as Dragon, Mistress, My Lady? Were there any titles she should have been informed of before she was left to her fate? Would anyone even know what to call her except beast, dragon, ungodly creature? NoMelanie did not think they would. Feeling hands grasp as her hips, breasts she imagined larger than her own press into her back and a deceptively slender arm wrap around her waist, she gasped. Air stuck in her throat as the ground beneath her was lost, her feet dangling in nothing but the open emptiness of the air. Oh god Melanie closed her eyes feeling her heart plummet into her heart as her head spun and her hands grasped desperately at the purple and pink colored arms that held her, her nails digging into the smooth yet tough scaly skin of her captor? Mistress? Wife? No, none of those except perhaps Mistress seemed to fit the current situation. Never had Melanie imagined being so grateful for her feet to be upon the hard surface of the ground, of earth. Placing her hand to her forehead to stop the sudden spinning she took a moment to collect herself, bending low at the waist as if she were going to upheave her last meal. Pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she straightened herself to her full height, a smallin comparison to the Dragoness5 foot 9 inches, her shoulder blade length dark brown hair falling over her chest as she looked, for the first time, at her surroundings. Her eyes widened with each new sight. The splendor of the Dragoness dwelling was unexpected. Melanie had presumed that the woman lived in a dark dank dreary muss covered damp cave lodging. Notnot this. Thisthe vast softness of the rugs, the fluff of the pillows, the silk of the clothes and the ripe fruit, wasspectacular. Magnificent. Beautiful. Melanie breathed as she slowly spun on her heels to do a 360 from her epicenter of the room, to take it all in again. As she spun she found her heart stopping as she looked to the dragoness whom she had not seen fully. She had watched as her bare feet walked towards this remarkable home. Warm, lit, and deceptively comforting. You look Melanie froze shocked she had even dared speak the words. human. The maiden breathed as she stepped towards the dragon, her eyes wide as she watched, as if out of body, as her hand moved to touch the magenta cheek. She gasped again as she felt the smooth scale beneath her touch and her eyes roamed to the protruding horns on the halfbreed woman. Surely that was what the dragon was, human and dragon? A mix, a child of the two creatures. HowMelanie did not know but she could not dwell on the thought now. Not as she saw the yellow spine of the dragons folded wings. Pulling back, as if suddenly aware that she had been touching her commander without permission she stepped back and bowed her head. I wouldlove a drink Melanie answered as she bit her bottom lip.