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Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Jeric??s eyebrow raised looking at the young elven maid standing before him with nothing more than a hair pin. He barely suppressed a laugh, she couldn??t seriously think that she could stand against him if it came to a fight. He shook his head settling back down on his fore-claws. ??My dear lady, firstly you are mistaken. You crossed the boundary into the border regions nearly a hundred yards back.? His head twisted to the side a little as he looked at her, ??And, in case you didn??t know the last king of the elves signed a treaty with the dragons allowing us to hunt here, and so far his son has honored that treaty.? Finally allowing a smile to spread across his face, ??and finally I do not wish to fight, and if I did that pin of yours would do nothing but get bent on my scales.?
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

The mention of her brother and father touched a bad nerve. Sanae glared at the dragon, though her anger was not meant for him, but for someone else. I'm afraid to inform you, but the treaty might be voided soon. The son of the king, my brother, is now deceased. Lord Garilias now has claimed the throne. She had trouble saying her uncle's name. Even the mere thought of him is vile to her being. The hair pin was barely six inches long, and she knew it couldn't defense her if there was a fight, but this dragon seemed much more docile even though the smell of blood lingered in the air from an earlier kill. Strange that a dragon doesn't want to fight. I am an elf after all. She sheathed the golden pin along her dress.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

He was a bit shocked at the new of the son of the elven king had died. It seemed rather sudden and from what he knew there was no major plague going through the elven lands right now. He would normally have run across it in his travels as an exile but there was nothing. It was then that the rest of what she said to him clicked over as to the meaning. His head inclined toward her in the nearest thing that a dragon could do to a bow. ??You grace it is a honor to have you here. But if I may ask what brings you out so far to the border lands? and can you please put away that silly pin as you can clearly tell I am no ordinary dragon I do not wish to fight because I do not take offence to other beings being able to speak like my fellow dragons do.?
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

This dragon was different. Much different than the beast and killing machines she had growth to understand through the history of elves. Then again, she didn't need to understand why they were identified as such since Elves were rather bias in their discrimination toward dragons. She however, would rather face the dragon than become who knows what to the hands of her uncle. He was always a devious one, even for one of elven heritage. She approached the dragon until she was no more than ten feet away. She didn't know if she should lie to him or tell him the truth, but before she could think about it, her mouth had already begun to speak. My uncle has taken the throne by force. His hands are now dirtied with the murder of his kin and now he is after me because I am the next heir to the crown. She said.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Jeric??s eyebrow raised again as he watched her face as she spoke looking for any deception, he knew that he had to be careful this close to elven lands and this girl might be lying to allow a trap to be set. However there was no veiled lies nothing being hidden this was all true?and it bode ill for the dragons. ??I am sorry for your loss my lady.? He sighed looking down at her seeing she was still on edge, ??Please come back with me to the cave I call home at this time. I will be glad to give you shelter for the night as I have seen the winter birds beginning to leave and the first snow fall may happen at any time.? He extended one clawed foot to her in a offer of friendship.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

The dragon was sincere, something that she begun to realize about him. However, when he offered his home to her, she thought she would refuse, just as any sensible maiden would say, but Sanae was speaking before she could gather her sensible thought. She didn't have a home to go to, not anymore, so the idea of shelter for at least the night was too tempting. That... would be nice. She said, her voice growing softer with every sentence. She felt her walls weakening, as she extended a hand out to him. However, before she could touch him, she withdrew her hand halfway. Can I trust you? she asked, growing cold feet. There was a sense to that, but she took a deep breath, and just accepted his offer.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

He smiled nodding his head in a matter of fact way as she asked if he could be trusted. As she took his claw he gently slipped the rest around her slender body. Though a dragon wasn??t much bigger at the shoulder then a horse with its head up, there was still power there and that was shown as he lifted her up and placed her onto his back. ??Hold on princess I will try not to go too fast but I smelled a storm coming on I just hope we have time.? He started to flap his wings to gain height before switching them to thrusting them forward. A dragon flying through the air is much like a human swimming in water except that they both have to keep themselves up as well as grabbing the air with their wings and pushing it behind them for thrust. He could smell the storm coming and knew they would be hard pressed to make it back to his cave before it started.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

She would not dare tell him she was scared of heights. So when he lifted her up upon his shoulders and begun to fly, Sanae gasped from their rising altitude and clutched her arms around the base of the dragon's neck. Her hair waved in the wind, as she hugged her body close to his. Her eyes were closed as they took flight across the land. Now, the clouds began to form, and a light drizzle began to soak her clothes as they flew. She didn't complain for now, for she feared the wind will just catch her words, and she was too scared to move. Her heart pounded against her chest as they dove, turned, or even climbed up in the air. Elves after all, were not meant to fly.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Jaric growled deep in his chest feeling the rain beginning and knew that it would soon begin to get rougher. He put on a little extra speed and soon was setting down in a nice deep cave lit by torches at three foot intervals. ??Welcome to my home my lady.? The rain was pouring down hard now and he himself was drenched but seeing as his scales would have the water draining off before too long it didn??t bother him but he knew she was probably in the same situation. Lowering himself far enough that she would be able to slip off his neck without too great a drop he waited.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Thank you, dragon. She said, though the words still fumbled out of her mouth since she was not used to addressing one of his kind. Though, he was nice enough to shelter her from the rain, there was no other choice to be had. However, now, it was little concern for her as she stepped off from his back and now was upon dry floor. Her soaked body though, made it wet as it clung to her skin, and made the white fabrics of her dress almost transparent. She sighed as she gathered her wet hair, and Twisted it in a tight coil, as the rain water was wringed out of her locks. I do not suppose you have other clothes or sorts of that nature... She said. But at least it is dry over my head, and I thank you for it.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

He smiled moving over to the back wall of the cave after she had slipped off of his back. He smiled, and a very toothy smile it was too, ??My name is Jeric my lady, and I do happen to have clothes that you can change into.? He touched a large stalagmite with his claw and it shifted slightly. There was a massive grinding sound and the rear wall of the cave moved up into the ceiling. On the other side of the hidden door was a expansive room, on the near side was what looked to be a drawing room setting with a table laid out with a nice tea set and two large arm chairs set to each side of it close enough for comfortable talking. Behind that was a large circular fire place with a few glowing embers still in it. Beyond the fireplace was three tunnels leading off in three different directions. ??Come right in my lady, the path on the right leads to the guest quarters it is well supplied with clothes for both genders. The middle one leads to the kitchen and the water hole, you are welcome to use anything in those two tunnels. The final one id my privet quarters so you will forgive me for asking you to remain out of them unless invited.? He smiled moving around to the side of the fire and adding some large logs to it to get it going again so that soon there was a gentle warmth that would pass through the entire cave.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

I apologize for the late reply. Busy life all of a sudden Jeric... I'll remember that... Sanae, is my name. Sanae Tylandere, princess of the elven kingdom. She introduced herself in a proper voice, though her attire and her state of condition was anything but proper. She looked around the caverns, impressed that such magics or whatever form that dragons used created such a place. She took his words in deep consideration as she nodded his head. Worry not, Jeric. I dare not step beyond my boundaries. I'm more trustworthy than that. She said, though she had to admit she was curious about what a dragon had to hide in his own quarters. Skeletons of elves perhaps? Sanae went toward the right tunnel, and welcomed herself into one of the guest rooms. True to his word, the dragon had outfits waiting within each room. Sanae was surprised to see that there laid clothing from simple to elegant, giving the elven princess quite a wonder how he was able to collect them. A few minutes, Sanae emerged from the guest room and into the main room wearing a flowy white dress with a crystal headdress resting on her head, even though her hair was still damp. I thank you again Jeric for your generosity.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Jeric had slipped down the middle passage gathering some food for the evening. He quickly downed a large side of beef, minus the bones, just so that his appetite would be sated with the meal he was going to prepare for his guest and she didn??t have to see him eating as a dragon would. He gathered a hind??s side and some vegetables and potatoes for the soup. Returning to the central cavern he placed the side of venison on the spit and began its marinating and the vegetables were quickly cut up with his long claws and placed in the stew pot. Hearing her thanks he turned looking over his shoulder. ??You are welcome princess Sanae, it is a pleasure to have you in my home and you need not worry I mean you no harm in anyway.? He turned back to the food he was preparing his tail turning the spit. ??I hope you are hungry?? no worries I understand I have been busy lately myself so don't worry I'm just glad you still want to continue this one
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

I trust you to keep your promises. She said to Jeric as she welcomed herself to sit by the fireplace. And dinner... Sounds nice... She said, a bit embarrassed to admit that she was famished. She looked down at the boiling pot, and allowed the simple aroma to fill her senses. I wasn't aware that dragons could cook. She said, admitting to her inarticulate knowledge about them. She herself knew a little bit about the art, though once again, life as a princess made it limited to what she could actually do with proficiency. She seemed now a bit bitter as she thought back on her lost. Will she remain here with Jeric forever? Or will she find somewhere else to stay at later down the road? However, her mouth pursed since she desired not to live on, but to exact her revenge.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

He continued the cooking pouring some sauce over the side of deer smiling at the princess. ??I do my lady always. And as for me knowing about cooking, it is true that we dragons do not need to cook our food as our inner fires do well for killing anything harmful in the food. However a few like myself have chosen to learn a few of the finer things of other races finding that dragons can in fact be as artistic as others though it seems to not be so.? He poured some more sauce over the meat then stirred the pot before turning to her, ??My lady would you do me the honor of watching the food for a moment while I go change for dinner??
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Hmm? Oh, of course. Right. Sanae nodded her head, allowing him to leave as she was left alone for the time being. For a moment, she wondered what kind of clothing Jeric would actually dress in. After all, most dragons just go plain, correct? What kind of clothing tailors for a dragon anyway. She sighed, and pushed the thought in the back of her mind as she began to think about how she could rectify her uncle's traitorous actions. She tried not to think about the dragon.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Jeric wasn??t gone long just long enough to slip into his cave and quickly cast the spell that all dragons learned at a young age. He changed forms slipping down into a rather tall elven male dressed in a long deep rust cape and light brown tunic and breeches. Which went well with the bright red copper hair. He slipped back into the common fire room and moved over behind the princess, ??I can take back over now my lady.?
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Princess Sanae sighed, as she stared boredly into the pot. The stew was starting to thicken up in a soupy consistency. When she heard him return and ask for his place back, she turned and almost had a heart attack as she gasped. She recovered well enough from being surprised as she coughed to cover up her shock, and moved aside. Ah... Yes, of course... She stepped aside, but for some reason she couldn't keep her eyes off of the elven man in front of her. She knew it was Jeric, aside from the copper-tone hair, the facial structure was similar to his dragon form, so to speak. It was slight, but the details were noticeable. She didn't even realize she was looking at him so intently.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

He smiled turning the spit and testing the meat with a fork, it was almost done but not quite yet. He could feel her eyes on him and his smile only widened. ??Do I have something on my face my lady?? he chuckled lightly as he looked into her eyes. He knew that seeing a dragon taking the form of an elf was probably quite a shock to her and he had expected it to be. ??I thought that it might be easier if you could talk to your dinner partner without having to look up to the sky.? His smile was genuine but he wasn??t sure how she would take his thinking.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

Though her thin eyebrows were in a slight furrow. The hears underneath them looked at them with nothing but a deep intent. She heard of stories where dragons took the shape of humanoids, and even sometimes took lovers in that form. It was an old legend, and it was just suppose to be a legend, but right before her, told her that the story was true. She extended her hand out, and almost touched his arm before she pulled back a little bit. ... May I? She asked. She meant if she could touch him, just to feel if this was truly a mere illusion, or if it was actual flesh and blood underneath the skin.
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

He was focused on the food he was preparing and hadn??t noticed that she had been reaching out to him. Had she just continued he would never have known till she had touched him. Turning his head he looked from her hand to his arm and smiled nodding holding it out to her. ??I promise I am real it is magic but it is not a illusion.? He nodded after checking the meat a little more. ??It should be done soon within ten minutes care to sit and talk over a glass of wine??
Thread: Fang and Grace [White|Kolath]

She withdrew her hand, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her long ears. It was swift, almost like as if she didn't mean to even startle her curiosity about him, and practically regretted it. Not because she didn't want to, but because she was embarrassed that she got caught in the attempt to do so. Very well, that seems good to me. She said, and looked away as if something from across the room had gained her sudden attention. She dare not face his smile or any look in particular for a while after he caught her trying to touch him. I apologize deeply. Life is being difficult now, so my time to roleplay is really, really, really, small.
Thread: CMA: A Ridiculous Free Agents RP (SevenxKawa)

This was something of a predicament for Stephen Caudwell he had arrived at CMA earlier than usual that day so he would be the first one in the building, thus giving him free reign to have a good morning wank in any location he deemed fit rather than being restricted to his office by decency laws - however, it wasn't every day that opportunities like this one came along. Standing in the underground parking lot with his hands on his hips, staring into an old and rusted Mercedes-Benz, the CMA director was at a crossroads one fork led to the blessedly happy realm of early day masturbation, while the other led him into another delightful and unceasingly entertaining chance to torture Alex Taylor. Granted, the man was somewhat hacked off as of late due to the fresh and stinging lash that divorce had left him with, and dozens of court-ordered sensitivity training classes hinted to Stephen that he should probably keep that in mind - but given that he'd been through the same process innumerable times himself, he had lost some of the empathy that most people would have regarding divorce. And after all - Stephen reasoned as he sprinted back to his car and dug through the boot - given that Alex was such an unhappy bunny, what harm would it do to try and cheer him up a little? Everyone could use a bit of sunshine in their day, and as far as Stephen was concerned, it was his duty as CMA director to give them a full facial with his sense of humour and it warmed his cockles and various other parts of his anatomy to know he was occasionally responsible for their pretty little smiles, the fuckers. He sorted through a disturbingly large pile of sex toys and jazz magazines before he located precisely what he was looking for, and giggled. It wasn't so much that he was insensitive, he was just oblivious. So really, it was done in the very best of humour when he slipped the paper-thin latex through the crack in Alex's car window and wrenched on the pull string that caused it to spontaneously balloon up into a surprised and moderately deformed-looking male blow-up doll, complete with a puffy and useless erect penis that inflated last and ended up positioned in such a way that it was poking the sleeping Alex in the back of the head. And it was also done in the very best of humour when Stephen proceeded to pull out his Blackberry and take a few pictures, barely able to keep the thing steady from giggling.
Thread: CMA: A Ridiculous Free Agents RP (SevenxKawa)

Alex Taylor had thought he had hit rock bottom. He hated his job ?? no he didn??t, he liked his job, except for the meeting new people and the faking sex and the way his boss grabbed his butt and how his secretary never did anything he asked her ?? he hated his job, he hated his wife, he hated his car and the stupid bag his son had found him actually, that was sorta warm, so cross that off the list. He was homeless, girlfriendless, fresh laundry-less, and pride-less. The little cup holder he was so fond of in the back had broken off when he had kicked it in his sleep, having some sort of obscene nightmare where his old goat of a boss chased him across the office with a particularly large dildo, the same one he had seen in the top rack of said boss?? diswhasher. All in all, it couldn??t get worse. So he had thought. Alex rolled over and something tickled his nose. He smiled, stupid with sleep, and reached out to what he assumed was the girl he had shagged and who was currently tweaking his nose, the cheeky little thi?? That wasn??t skin. Alex might not be the most experienced of men, but he knew skin when he felt it. This was flabby and plasticky. Skin shouldn't be flabby and plasticky, he knew that. Hazel eyes snapped open and, for a moment, his face was filled with flaccid, fleshy faux-phallus. This, this was rock bottom. Startled, Alex scrambled to get the blow-up doll out of his face. Suddenly, his car was too small and that ever-shocked inflatable man was everywhere. He managed to get the door open as fast as someone being attacked by a man-sized sex toy could and force it out, only to find ? ??Stephen?? he said, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. A homeless kicked puppy who had just been assaulted by a rubber willie. To make matters worse, his legs had gotten tangled up in his sleeping bag, and soon both divorcee and brightly-colored bag were tumbling out of the car with a miserable sqwauk.
Thread: CMA: A Ridiculous Free Agents RP (SevenxKawa)

You know, Stephen said, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head to the side as Alex had a positively hilarious aneurism inside, and then outside of his car, It should probably be pathetic, the sight of a grown man squirming on the tarmac, cocooned in a Fireman-Sam-adorned sleeping bag, clawing desperately to escape the rubbery grasp of a fuck pillow and its vapid, Lucille Balle-esque expression of shell-shocked surprised, He cocked his head the other way then, as though inspecting it all, possibly committing it to memory for future wanking material, But frankly this whole scene is remarkably similar to an erotic nightmare I had last month, it's really just missing a colony of blood monkeys and they could be along any moment now. he said, and then glanced towards the gate with an expression that may have actually been hopeful, but after a painfully long silence he sighed, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug, Can't win them all. He shrugged his lips then, and booted the blow-up doll towards his underling for a second time, and the floppy, wrinkled latex packet ended up resting on the Alex's thigh, bending slightly. He's really rather persistant, isn't he. Stephen added, popping up on the balls of his feet, grinning.