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Thread: Saving the Lost [Full~Pride x Ghostxtiger]

Angel led her into her bedroom, sitting down on the bed, smiling sweetly at her guest who she wanted to do a lot of things with. Do you think... you could fondle my chest? It's been long since I've been touched... and I long for the touch of another human being. She asked, blushing cutely at Jamie, speaking sincerely from the heart. She breathed slowly, wanting this so badly as her body seemed to burn up from the tension of this moment. What would the drifter's response be?
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

The elven woman sighed in boredom as her carriage rattled along the rutted dirt path that led from the central city. It wasn't often that Arwyn had to travel back home, usually leaving the day-to-day running of the manor to her elder brother, but she had gotten an urgent letter from a stewardess mentioning that something had been terrorizing their livestock and to please come at once. The woman didn't know what they expected her to do, but at least she could appease the family servants by appearing in person instead of sending someone in her stead. It was such a tedious process, going home, that Arwyn almost thought not to come, but finally there had been a lull in the social season that allowed her to travel home for a few days. The journey itself took nearly a full day, and as the sun neared the opposite horizon the noblewoman was nearly ready to jump on the nearest horse and simply gallop the rest of the way. Instead she sat primly in the rattling carriage, her emerald skirts spread across the plush bench artfully. Arwyn was quite beautiful, even among the elves. Her hair was long and as gold as cornsilk, and her eyes were the dark blue of the night sky. Her nose was gently sloped, and her lips were rose pink. Although elves are generally tall and lithe, Arwyn still managed to boast a beautiful hourglass figure with the usual help of corsets. The low cut neck of the gown accentuated just how full her chest is, along with just how narrow her waist is. An emerald pendant that matched her dress was nestled between the swells of her cleavage, and the elven noblewoman mindlessly toyed with it as they neared her family manor. When the horses came to a halt Arwyn had to restrain herself from simply jumping out of the carriage, but instead she waited for assistance. One of her maids was waiting for her, and before the woman could even open her mouth Arwyn spoke. A bath. I need one desperately. Have clothing sent down to the river, you know the spot. Indeed it was a small rocky grouping just by the edge of the river that one could sun themselves on and dry after taking a dip into the river. Watching the maid scurry back into the manor house, Arwyn turned and headed down to the river. It was only a minute's walk from the house, but the tall line of trees shielded the rocky grouping from any prying eyes. Glancing behind her to make sure no one had followed, the woman stepped out of her heeled slippers and dipped one dainty foot into the rippling water.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Though Arwyn had not been followed down to her bathing spot nestled within the natural fence of tall stones which shielded her from nearby prying eyes, she was not as alone as she would have probably liked. In the depths of her river-side bath rested a creature that the elf would not have usually worried about in this area. Known to sentient society simply as gray ooze, this mindless, viscous puddle of sludge hunted mostly in the river-side caves of the Kortharian Valley and the surrounding mountains. Rarely, if ever, had one ever been recorded hunting in the broad daylight like this it was bound to happen with the tension in the forest as of late. Nothing seemed quite right anymore, though some of the more prestigious elves might not have noticed the plight of the Valley. The more that the elven people grew in wealth, the less they seemed to truly be connected to their ancestral home. Greed was a new concept to the elven people and it affected them in dangerous ways much like their human neighbors. The ooze would have been near impossible for the elven noble to see from her place along the bank of the river. Not only was it hidden in the dark, deep water half-way across the river but the very nature and color of its body made it appear to be nothing more than a wet rock when it was still. In the river, all rocks were wet. Even its natural home of the cave system would not have offered such brilliant camouflage at all times not like this river did. Of course, being blind made camouflage a hard concept for the beast to comprehend. There was little need to not be seen when your prey literally cannot see past their own noses in your pitch-black home. The ooze, however, was not affected by the blackness. Noone was really sure how these creatures saw, but none who had ever encountered one could doubt that they are very aware of any prey in their vicinity. This blindsight, as the humans refer to it, had already alerted the ooze of Arwyns presence and it was now slowly sliding along the bottom of the black water toward the bank. The ooze had been surviving on fish for the past few days now, being deprived of any substantial meals like the deer or wolves that used to enter its home seeking shelter from storms. It knew that whatever it was sensing now was much larger than the tiny fish and would serve as a much more satisfying meal.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Finding the water of the river refreshingly cool after the long and dusty carriage ride, Arwyn wasted no time beginning to disrobe. It was difficult, without a maid's help, but the woman was too impatient to wait for one of her ladies to join her. Instead she deftly reached behind her back and began to loosen the laces that held her dress tight against her body. Without help it was a tedious process, but one that consumed her whole attention. Even if she had the ability she could not have detected the danger that lurked beneath the rippling water, so distracted was she. Instead, finally finding success against the tricky contraption the emerald velvet of her dress fell to the floor in a rustling heap. Arwyn now stood in her corset and petticoats, her feet bare against the springy grass that covered the riverbanks. She stepped away from the pile of fabric and stretched her arms over her head, soothing the tensed muscles from the long ride. This shall be divine... She murmured to herself, while shedding the multiple layers of petticoats until only one thin sheet of fabric encased her hips and legs. Shaking her blonde hair out and then twisting it up into a knot, the elven noblewoman began to wade into the cool water clad only in skirt and corset. Although the area was secluded it had been some time since she had been home, and she didn't know who could have discovered her secret spot in that time. For propriety's sake she remained mostly clothed, although the point was moot because as soon as the fabric became waterlogged it also became translucent. Still unaware of the dangerous creature that lurked so far from it's home, the woman waded into the water up until her waist was submerged. Arwyn had been correct, for the water did feel wonderful upon her dust covered limbs. Mindful that her maid would be arriving any minute, the elven maiden took a deep breath of air and then sank under the water to wet her whole body. She broke the surface a moment later, spit out an unladylike mouthful of water, and then began to wade back to the shore.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

As the elven noblewoman cleansed herself in her secluded little area of the river, the hidden ooze crept its way out of the murky depths and toward the disturbances that the elven woman was creating in the water. It was a wonder, really, why these beasts were not water-skulking hunters. Not only did the river provide it with the most amazing camouflage known to the natural world, but it also enhanced its senses. The blindsight allowed the creature to see just as well under water as it could in its natural home but here, under the waves, it could also feel the disturbances in the water better even than the fish. Its viscous body rippled slightly with the water with each wave sent through the pool, giving it an even better way to judge the location and size of its prey. In this case, Arwyn. As it neared her, it felt her submerge completely and stopped. With her body finally having been fully submerged and having sent the full brunt of her disturbances through the waves like a perfect mental image for her stalker, the ooze knew just how big she was. It couldnt pass up a meal like this. Slowly, it crept closer and stopped directly behind her. It spread its body along the riverbed in a complete circle around the noblewoman as if it were laying a trap. It would have her the next time she submerged. That is when it would strike when she could not call for help. Though the ooze was not what the elves, humans, or even orcs would call intelligent, it was blessed with the basic instincts of a hunter. It had one chance to strike, it knew that. If that chance was missed then the prey would either run or call for help. It was the simple workings of the very natural world that it was born from. Well, technically, an ooze isnt born but you get the idea. This creature, though mindless, still possessed the basic instinctual programing that it needed to survive. It was then, after the creature had spread itself around her in preparation, that the elven woman began to wade back to the bank. Being a patient hunter and knowing well that it would get that one aforementioned chance to strike, the ooze moved with the elf. It left its form spread around her as they moved as though it were merely her shadow. Unfortunately for Arwyn, movement in water created ripples and ripples distorted vision. It would be difficult to see the creature moving alongside her until she had made it from the water if she made it from the water. It would wait and see if she fell into its trap but if not, then it would strike once she had reached knees depth in the shoreline.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Having come to the river directly from the carriage and without any supplies there wasn't much Arwyn could do to cleanse herself until her maid arrived, so the elven woman contented herself with simply sluicing the water over her skin and hair to get rid of the majority of the grime. Having completely submerged herself in water, the garments that she had worn to protect her modesty were now extremely immodest. The thin silk petticoat clung to her hips and legs, revealing just how shapely she actually was beneath the layers of her dress, and the corset simply accentuated her hourglass shape. As Arwyn waded back to the shore she held that soaked skirt away from her body, allowing her legs a little more freedom as she began to emerge from the water. Her dark eyes scanned the shoreline narrowly the closer she got, discovering that her maid still had not arrived. Where is that girl? She grumbled to herself, needing the lotions and soaps that she had brought with her to finish her bath, along with a fresh change of clothing. Sighing lowly to herself and brushing wet strands of hair from her neck, Arwyn didn't know she had stepped into a creature's ambush until she felt something constrict around her legs. What--?? The noblewoman yelped as she became off-balanced, tripping forward into the shallows of the river with a splash. As soon as she hit the water she knew something was wrong. Something thicker and more viscous than water had broken her fall, and when she tried to push herself up her hands seemed to sink into whatever this substance was. What is this?! Arwyn shrieked, her limbs flailing as she tried to push herself upright. Help! Someone help me!
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Realizing that its prey was not going to make herself so vulnerable again, the ooze began to stretch itself out in front of the elf. When Arwyn neared the bank, the ooze closed itself around her legs and brought her falling down into the sticky cushion of its body. As she struggled against its nearly inescapable form, the ooze began to wrap around her body and mold itself against the elfs form. Though she was small enough to dissolve through absorption, the creature knew that allowing prey to make such noises would alert other potential prey and even other predators she could not be allowed to continue calling for help. The ooze used its uncharacteristic strength to pull Arwyn down into its body and pressed itself against her face as it surrounded her. Little effort was needed for the malleable beast to force its way past the elfs lips and into her mouth and throat. Slowly, the beast was surrounding her, molding itself to the contours of her hourglass figure and pressing further down into her body. As if the thought of being eaten by this protoplasmic beast wasnt agonizing enough to the noblewoman, now she could not breathe and the creature was beginning to secrete an acidic compound. Everywhere where the creature touched, which was everywhere not covered by cloth at this point, including the length of her throat, began to tingle with a burning sensation. The acid did not seem strong enough to dissolve her skin just yet, but her clothes were beginning to melt away to leave even more skin exposed for the creature.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

When she had been a child Arwyn had fallen into a puddle of mud that had sucked up her hands and feet into it's sticky center, and she had likened this thing beneath her to that until she felt it begin to creep up and encase her limbs. As soon as the elven woman realized this she began to scream even louder, her muscles burning with fatigue as she worked even harder to free herself. Nothing seemed to work, however, and instead of releasing herself from whatever this was she seemed to sink down further into it. Although she managed a few more shouts for help, it wasn't long before she had fallen even further into the water and into this creature, and then the sticky goop that encased her limbs rose to cover her entire face. Her next scream for help was choked and muffled as the thing wormed itself past her lips and down her throat, making Arwyn panic and begin her thrashing anew. What even was this thing? Her frantic brain was asking itself as her struggles began to cease due to lack of oxygen. Surely someone would have warned her of dangers that lurked around the manor, despite her hasty leave. Arwyn couldn't focus on these thoughts for much longer, because she was distracted by a sudden burning sensation that occurred whenever the slime touched her bare skin. Even her throat was burning with this poison, and she could feel the thin silk of her skirt beginning to dissolve as the burning intensified. Soon the woman began to see spots and darkness swimming at the corners of her vision as she went longer and longer without oxygen, and she could only hope that her damned maid arrived soon and could pull her out of this...thing.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Seconds could have quite easily seemed like hours to Arwyn as she was slowly being dissolved by the ooze which had coated her entire form by now. Her peticoats and corset which had been left upon her form to retain some part of her dignity were now just a memory. Then, as if everything that had happened up until this point were not frightening enough, the ooze began to crawl into her body through every opening that it could. Her throat was already full of the foul-tasting goop but now it was pressing against her ears, seeping up into her nostrils, pushing its way into her tight anus, and sliding past the outermost reaches of her womanhood. Not only was this creature choking and burning her but now it was violating her as well. Surely by now, her skin was beginning to glow red from the irritation of the acid. One could probably akin the look and feel of the ooze-burnt skin to that of a bad sunburn. No living person could possibly guess the terror that must have been filling this elven noblewoman as the life was slowly being choked and burned from her. Not wanting to lose its prey to any aid that might come to her earlier cries, the viscous creature began to drag Arwyn back out toward the center of the river. Having lived here for some time, the elven woman would most assuredly know that if the creature made it out to where the rocks dropped off out near the center of the river then noone would be able to help her. If the beast made it out to the center, where there was a sudden twenty foot drop in the depth of the river, she would never be saved. Of course, at the rate that the beast was moving, Arwyn would slip out of consciousness and die of suffocation before it got there anyway. More precious seconds passed, drawn out as if they were years, and the elven noblewomans handmaidens did not rush to her aid. Noone was coming to help her, noone was coming to save her she was really going to die here. That is how it must have seemed to the noblewoman up until the very last second of consciousness when, miraculously, whatever had a hold on her was gone. The ooze was simply gone. Instantly, she was surrounded by water, not sticky goop. Instantly, there was nothing in her throat and nose preventing her from taking in a lungful of life-saving breath. Perched nearby, atop one of the tall rocks, was a young human man who looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. He stood at about six feet, perhaps a few inches more, with a toned and fit physique. His skin was dark in comparison to most of the elven townsfolk and his hair was darker, a rich raven black. Brown eyes peered down at the elven noblewoman, now likely struggling to catch her breath, from a face that seemed a day or two overdue for a shave. His attire was simple plain linen boots with brown leggings and matching robes which were not tied shut in the front. The only thing really noteworthy about this man was the buckle on his belt silver with a swirling blue jewel. Where he had come from was anyones guess. Perhaps he had simply appeared there. After all, the ooze had simply vanished without rational explaination. The Human Man
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

With each passing second Arwyn felt like she had been trapped for an eternity. Her lungs worked uselessly to suck in air, and only succeeded in pulling in more slime. Whatever this thing was secreting, acid, she decided now, was eating away at the remainder of her clothing until she was completely bare. Every single inch of skin on her body was now being corroded by this acid, and if the elven woman could have screamed she would have. Arwyn knew she was a little...spoiled...perhaps, but she didn't think she deserved to die in such a brutal manner. At first the burning had only been a slight tingling, but now as it touched more of her skin in increased in intensity and therefore in pain. Now not only was her skin on fire, so were her intimate insides as the slime invaded every orifice it could. The intrusion of the burning ooze into her puckered anus and womanly area was horrifying enough, but it also began to seep into her ears and nostrils and wholly began to eat away at her formerly fair skin. Soon the combination of no oxygen, pain, and fear began to press down upon the elven noblewoman and her consciousness began to fade. The usually vain woman could only spare one thought for whomever would find her discarded clothing on the bank and her missing body, and she hoped that her maid was whipped for dawdling. Just before darkness consumed her the pain suddenly vanished, as did the viscous sticky goop that had held her limbs immobile. Her lungs expanded almost painfully as she broke the surface of the water and took in a deep gulp of air, the raw skin of her throat where the acid had seeped still burning painfully as she breathed. Arwyn didn't even care about that pain, it was nothing compared to her inescapable relief at still being alive. After refilling her lungs with oxygen the elven noblewoman glanced around once to see where the slime creature had gone, before quickly sloshing through the water and back onto the bank. She was uncaring that her body was completely nude, and she was uncaring of the fact that her skin was bright red. All Arwyn was focused on was getting back to the shore, and as soon as she reached the grassy bank she pulled herself onto it painfully and flopped to the ground. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her mind tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. What was that? She murmured to herself, and then froze. In her haste to get out of the water she had missed the fact that a man was sitting atop one of the rocky outcroppings, only a few feet away from her. Arwyn let out another shriek and hurriedly crossed her arms over her ample chest, and debated retreating back into the water. Who are you?! She demanded of the human man, deciding as she spoke that she would rather take her chances against the man than go back into the river.
Thread: The Princess and the Serpent  (Dawnbreaker x Silvamoon)

Arent we a bit demanding of those to whom we owe our life, the human male retorted with a rather amused tone as he lowered himself to the stone upon which he had been standing. His form sunk slowly down until he had reached a seated position at the edge of the stone overlooking the elven noblewomans bathing spot and, in turn, Arwyn herself. Now seated, with his legs crossed and his large wooden staff sat off to the side, he continued. Now, to answer your questions in the order which they were issued that creature which came so dangerously close to digesting you alive is what we know as a grey ooze. I am quite surprised that you would not know this, my lady they are quite common here in your humble Valley. The man paused, having answered the elven womans first question, regardless of whether or not that one had been directed at him. He was playing with her an amusing game of cat and mouse between the disguised serpent invader and the seemingly helpless elven noblewoman. Though watching her be eaten alive by the ooze would have brought the wicked dragon a great deal of amusement, he had taken a leap of faith and saved her, relying on the mortals rationalism to be shattered by pure terror which would allow him to play with her psyche. It seemed to have worked. Now then, your second question, yes? As he continued, that amused tone remained thick in his voice. You really should introduce yourself first, my lady. It is just outright rude to demand the name of another when you have not yet given your own especially in an instance like this. If I had not come along when I did, that gelatinous beast would have had itself quite the meal. As the serpent spoke from its place above the elven woman, his eyes drifted along her burned red form. She was well built for an elven woman that much the serpent could not deny. She was, as the mortals say, attractive. On top of that, she seemed to be quite far along in the elven hierarchy. The clothes which she had removed and left on the bank were clearly those of a noble. She was probably spoiled and pampered. The dragon couldnt help but recall being told that attractive and spoiled mortals always seemed to make the best toys before he had left his nesting grounds for worlds unknown. Though the act of saving Arwyn had come as little more than a whim, the great reptile was quite pleased that he had done so now that some degree of thought had been given to the act.