Thread: A Vice Of Ash (Starring Collector of Rarities and Erit of Eastcris)

And you could be a bit more considerate, rumbled Ashe, opening a single eye after Vyce muttered to himself. A lady needs her beauty sleep and it's difficult for her to achieve it with you stomping around and using magic. Make me too grumpy and I might forget to change form the next time we go into town. Ashe's eye closed once more and she went back to dozing. Though she was an enormous lizard with wings, Ashe's form and habits oddly mimicked that of a cat with thumbs. Tonight she chose to sleep on her belly, but others she could be found on her back or her side. She could often be found sunning herself on rocks in any of her forms if she had nothing better to do and tended to regard most other beings as beneath her dignity. This somewhat extended to Vyce, since she was often lethargic in carrying out his orders, though the work tended to get done in a timely fashion once she did get moving. She had a strange relationship with Vyce he was legally her Master, having registered her human form as his slave and trained her from birth to be obedient, much like one would a dog, but she was also willful and more than a little prideful. This lead to her frequently teasing her Master and testing the limits of what he would allow. She would also occasionally refuse him things, the most prominent of which was to forge him a weapon. Ashe had taken an interest in blacksmithing about a month after she'd hatched, during which time she appeared to be and acted like she was about sixteen years old. During that time she'd quickly mastered the art of smithing, offering only a smirk and quipping A dragon masters everything she sets her mind to by way of explanation of how she'd mastered the craft so quickly. Every time she'd make a weapon, however, she'd give it a few swings, smile, and then destroy it on the spot. When questioned about why she did this, she merely explained that she knew of no one worthy to wield her creation. Whenever Vyce requested her to make him a weapon or armor, she'd sigh and refuse, stating that she lacked the inspiration to do so, after which no punishment could compel her to carry out her Master's wish. Ashe now appeared to be and acted like she was in her mid-twenties and her rapid aging seemed to have stopped. Even in dragon form, she wore the only item she'd agreed to craft for Vyce a beautiful leather collar with a metal ring for attaching a leash. She'd agreed to craft the collar and enchant it so that it would change sizes as she did, albeit begrudgingly, saying that it was simply a matter of convenience. Ashe woke at dawn, though she did not open her eyes until Vyce commanded her to. She let out a large, silent yawn, then stretched like a cat before settling into a sitting position, her head only barely below the treeline as she did. She looked down at Vyce, her amber eyes still lazy with sleep. Which form shall I take, Master? she asked, somehow able to keep her voice at a normal speaking level despite her massive form. She had thee forms that of the massive dragon she truly was, a six and a half-foot humanoid with a dragon's head, horns and tail, along with her red scales and cat-like legs, and finally a human form with fiery red hair and amber eyes. She'd made it clear that she could take other forms if she so pleased, but it did not please her to do so. She always had wings when in dragon form, but could sprout them in any form if she so desired. Any of her forms could also breath fire and access the potent magic she seemed to know inherently.