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Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Marcus sat against the wall of the cage wagon, his arms chained above his head. Even in the dead of night, what little light there was reflected off his silvery scales and the only sound in the cage was the rustle as he moved his large, leathery wings in a vain attempt at getting comfortable. Unlike the normal image one gets at the mention of a half-dragon, Marcus was mostly humanoid, the only differences being his wings, tail, scales, claws, teeth, eyes which were slit-pupiled and pale silver and lack of ears which were merely small holes on the sides of his head. Strangely - for a scaled creature at least - he had hair long and white, reaching down to his waist. When he'd been captured by the drow, his gear had been confiscated - possibly to be sold to merchants in the Underdark or recycled by duergar smiths - though they'd been 'gracious' enough to leave him with a pair of rough pants that would've itched like crazy if he'd had skin rather than scales though he'd had to tear the tail-hole himself. He'd been after the bounty on the drow woman leading the raid a woman he now knew to be a rather powerful cleric of Lolth. It was actually because of her that he was now stuck in an adamantine cage she'd used her magic to weaken him enough for her men to subdue him. He hadn't given up on the bounty though, not by a long shot. Since half-dragons aren't as reliant on sleep as most other beings, Marcus was making the most of the time by going over what he knew about his captors. Two guys out the front of cage, one of them has the key. There's four drow around that fireplace and another eight patrolling the perimeter in pairs. Now what about the cage? Can't force the door open nothing short of a golem can break adamantine with their bare hands. These shackles are adamantine too, but are the chains? Nope regular iron there. Guess even the Underdark's got its share of cheapskate smiths. They put my gear in the Raid Matron's wagon, probably because she's the only one who can examine the enchantments and get a proper idea of their value. Why I haven't sold all that stuff and retired, I don't know. Wait, yes I do I'm only twenty and I've got another several centuries of life to do something with. Talk about schizo aging I grew up at the same rate as a human til a couple of years ago and now I've slowed down so much I might outlive most elves. Damnit gotta focus. How am I going to get out of this one?
Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Sorry for the slow reply - busy day Markus was surprised to hear the sounds of violence coming from another cage and a glance over his shoulder let him see one guard dead on the ground and the other opening the cage. The guard at his own cage was about to move and the half-dragon took his chance. Regardless of their non-draconic half, a half-dragon was considerably strong - a humandragon hybrid like Markus was typically almost twice as strong as most humans and humanoids. So naturally when one has had a life of adventuring as hectic as his, working as a mercenary swordsman, one develops a great deal more strength. With a sharp jerk of his arms, the cheap steel that had been used for the chain of his shackles snapped and the last thing the guard saw was Markus' arm reaching between the bars and his razor-sharp claws tearing out his throat. Before the guard hit the ground, Markus had swiped his key ring and quickly opened the door. Two more guards ran at him, swords drawn only to be caught in a wave of super-cooled air courtesy of Markus' silver dragon heritage who breathed cold wind that made the deepest Arctic blizzard feel like a nice place for a holiday and collapsed, bodies wracked with frostbite. Moving around the side of his cage, he grabbed the first guard's sword. It didn't shape up to his old blade, but Markus had always been taught that technique mattered more than the quality of one's tools. Now armed he headed for the fire, where he saw the blond, red-clad woman. From her expression and the way she was standing, Markus was pretty sure she was the one who'd messed with that other guard's head. Either that or someone else had done that and she had something else up her sleeve.
Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Nimue heard the break of the iron behind her and the gurgling rip of throat being torn. She waited for the click of the cage to unlock and glanced over at the dragon as he approached. The men around the fire had at this point had turned towards them and they were shouting to the ones on watch around the camp. She turned to look at the other men approaching and then turned back to the half-dragon. With her wrists still bound she lifted both arms and pointed to the men coming from the direction of the camp fire. She looked back at the half-dragon's weapon and then back to his face. Her voice was soft, her gold eyes making direct contact with his inhuman silver ones, I can take care of them. You take care of the others. She tucked a stray golden curl behind her ear and held her hands out to the men before her, silently mouthing her spell and splaying out her fingers. Two of the men stopped instantly, their weapons instantly turned back upon their companions. Three bodies dropped within moments and the man that was left slit his own throat. Nimue watched with a blank expression, lingering only a moment on the blood on the ground before turning to check on the half-dragon's progress. Her progress check was interrupted by an overwhelming feeling of magic closing in on her. She saw the fire flare and spark with magic as the cleric from Lolth stepped forward.
Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Trusting the mage for now, Markus turned to the guards approaching him. The first led with a stab towards his stomach that was easily parried before the half-dragon used the same motion to sever the arteries in his neck with the claws of his other hand. Moving forward, partly to avoid the spray of blood but also to cut the enemy charge short, his first slash caught one guard across the stomach. The next drow was hoisted off the ground by the ankle courtesy of Markus' tail and sent flying into his companion, who then got a taste of his breath again. The last one was something of an oddity for a dark elf - about as tall as Markus and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Although part of that could've been the heavy plate armour he was wearing. While he could have tried to stab through a weak point, he felt that there wasn't the time. Instead, he waited for the drow to wind up and swing with the massive great axe he wielded, bringing it down towards Markus' head in a blow that would have killed him where he stood. What heavy warriors like that tend not to realise, though, is that speed and positioning is as important as the damage you can cause on impact. So his surprise would be understandable when Markus dropped his stolen sword, caught the axe's half and bringing it down under his arms, shifted forward to grab the axeman's forearms and wrench them up, locking them in place. The headbutt that followed was equally surprising - who headbutts a man in full plate armour? But it was enough to loosen the soldier's grip on his axe, which Markus pulled from his grasp before immediately swinging it in from the side, decapitating the soldier in a single clean blow. With those guards dealt with and now armed with a rather more formidable weapon, he was about to search for more when he felt the faint tingle at the back of his neck that he always got when magic was being used nearby and he turned to see the raid's leader stepping into the fray.
Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Nimue's eyes kept on the women despite the uncontrollable roar of the fire. You're causing a good bit of trouble young woman... The raid leader cooed innocently, a deadly smirk playing on her lips. Nimue said nothing. She knew the women wouldn't listen to her even if she spoke so trying to make a deal or even indulging in a conversation would be meaningless. Nothing to say? The women stood short, plump and comforting in appearance, with wild red hair that matched the raging fire that she had her magic infused in. Meeting her in a village market you might assume she was a friendly mother, buying spices and bread for that evening's meal and not seeing that she was scoping out who she could kidnap and sell for the best price. Still playing mute I see, the cleric said with a slight sigh. Well no matter. Her eyes snapped to the half-dragon, I will take care of you both. She said pointedly. Nimue simply held her hands out once more, unaffected by the rope that bound them together still, and as she soundlessly moved her lips the women laughed. She did not laugh for long. Nimue's magic took a more physical turn this time and wrapped itself around the cleric's neck. She choked, coughed, her hands flying up to her throat, and an attempted strangled spell fell from her mouth. Nimue said nothing but let her magic wash over the woman's mind. Combined with the physical attack and lack of oxygen the cleric's mind was much less difficult to over power. Nimue's magic just gave a gentle shove before it washed over the other woman's mind. Her resistance ceased and her hands dropped from her throat heavily. Nimue kept the magic tight for a moment longer, just to be safe, before she let the woman go. Her body falling limply to the ground. She was not dead but she was nearly there. The raging fire slowly came back to a gentle flicker of flames and Nimue gave a soft sigh. Magic was tiring. She couldn't remember the last time she ate and thanks to this excursion of being kidnapped she had no idea where she was. How stupid. Her hands dropped and she looked down at them, remembering that they were bound and grimaced slightly. She finally turned to the dragon for the first time since the fight began and held out her wrists. Nimue again didn't hesitate at all to make eye contact with the half-dragon. He was kin in her mind and she didn't need to fear him despite his intimidating form. Please, she said simply while moving her wrists slightly beneath the thick rope of her bindings. Her gold eyes flickered from him to his weapon in indication of what she desired in case he didn't understand. Freeing the others would be much easier if she was able to use her hands more efficiently.
Thread: Scales & Spells (me and quet314)

Ugh, really sorry for the delay again - kept getting side-tracked with other stuff Bending down to grab a knife off one of the fallen guards the large axe being a bit too unwieldy for cutting ropes and his claws not being as suited to it as a knife, Markus walked over to the sorceress and cut her bonds. Impressive work there, he said as he helped untangle the rope from her wrists, haven't seen mind control magic that powerful in a long time. With the mage free, Markus quickly checked on the raid leader. Finding her still alive, he used the rope he'd just cut to hog-die her before dumping her into the cage that had held him, putting a gag on her in-case she woke up and decided to try a little spell-slinging. How are the other prisoners? he asked as he came back, using the keys from a dead guard to unlock the broken manacles still around his wrists.
Thread: In heat

Victor was having a restful and peaceful day. He yawned, sitting in his lawn chair taking as much space up as possible, practically dominating the little seat. He was laying down, back arched and enjoying the day in his backyard. He had simply been passing the time sipping on cold milk, a cats favorite. He noticed something going on in the yard next to him. Noticed wasn't really the right word. At first he smelled it, an alluring aroma. It had him a little vexed at first until he had noticed that sent. Someone was in heat. It couldn't be that girl in the yard next over could it. He began shaking the thought from his head. Seira, in heat. Delicious. Just thinking about it had him interested, but he wasn't going to get to interested, he thought. He had simply ignored it at first. However, it was only moments later that he began hearing the noises. Was it a scratching noise that he heard? A moan? At first he didn't move from his seat, uninterested, but eventually a desire within him grew too strong and he went over to see what it was.
Thread: In heat

Victor x Seira Seira mewled weakly a bit of sweat trickling down the side of her face, as she slipped her hand and rubbled gently against the lacy fabric between her long smooth legs which were bent in the shape of a diamond. Sitting behind a row of bushes, her mistress's father would kill her if she was found frolicking in his garden patch, but it was the only place Seira could get some privacy without having to worry about being discovered by Anna, her 13 year old mistress. Seira had been purchased a few years ago to act as a caretaker for her young mistress, to act as both a mother and a sister to the young girl who'd lost her real mother to a tragedy a few months prior to Seira's arrival. She loved her mistress more than anything else, and had it been something else that was bothering her she would have asked for help. But what was she supposed to tell Anna? That her body always felt warm and fuzzy and that there was a constant ache in her stomach?.... saying something like that would only worry Anna, and Seira wasn't too fond of going to the vet either. That said she could exactly ask the man of the house for help as he was seldom home, and Seira for some reason felt embarassed asking a complete stranger about her condition. Rubbing herself a bit harder, she let out a long low purr, rolling her head against her shoulder in painful ecstasy. Her fingers felt so strange and good when she rubbed herself but it wasn't quite enough. She needed more, she wanted..... Her ears perked up as she suddenly sensed an intruder in her yard. Anna was taking her afternoon nap, so it couldn't possibly be her. Which meant that an uninvited guest had snuck into their property, perhaps to rob them? Sniffling angrily, before running her hands through her long golden hair, she quickly tried to make herself look as presentable as possible before poking her head out from behind a bush. Her curious jade eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary.
Thread: In heat

As he looked down the girl, from over the edge of the fence, Victor couldn't help but let a small smile paint itself on his face. She had it really bad as she hasn't noticed he was watching, his vision mostly blocked by the bushes. However her could hear her purr, and it was music to his ears. He was a little disappointed when her heard his melody stop. After picking herself up, Siera quickly still looked a little disorganized but in a very cute and almost childish way. He had wondered for a bit why she hadn't taken care of her condition in a private room in her home, then he had remembered that she wasn't alone at her residence. Victor however, owned his home alone. As Siera's unique green eyes came in contact with her own plain chocolate colored eyes, Victor let out a friendly smile. Hello Siera he said, relaxed and leaning against the fence between them. I thought that there was someone shady hiding in the bushes but it turned out to be you. He said, not breaking eye contact with the girl. He had wondered if the young girl was even fully aware with what was going on with her body. He sure was, the scent was intoxicating now. You look a little...warm. You look like you need a place to rest. Are you feeling ok? Aren't the bushes a weird place for a girl like you to be playing?
Thread: In heat

Her entire body tensed the moment she noticed a familiar face peeking over the fence, a slight blush of embarrassment quickly flushing over her cheeks as she subconsciously made an attempt to cover up, her soft delicate hand hovering off the fabric of her skirt while the other was bridged over her breast protectively. She knew who the other feline was, Vicky, Vicar or something along those lines. Having never really taken an interest in anyone besides her immediate family before, she only knew of Victor as the guy who lived next door, and until today had had no intentions of getting to know the guy. Especially since her Mistresss father had specifically told her to stay away from others like her, cat ears and all especially males. Normally shed have obeyed such rules without right down to the last letter, but there was something about those warm chocolate brown eyes that sent a warm shiver down her spine, and for a second she was tempted to waltz right over to the fence and rub herself against the large feline. Fortunately she managed to hold herself back and she simply stood there looking a bit dumb. Uh.. hello? she responded meekly, her eyes wandering around the deserted yard to make sure that no one was watching. Im fine, was just pruning the bushes a bit she lied, rubbing her thighs together as subtly as she could as she felt a bit of moisture trickling down her thighs. Though Im finished now, so I guess Ill take your advice and go lie down. She stated carefully, watching Victor skeptically, wondering if hed buy her poorly acted lie. Seira didnt know it yet, but that wasnt the only thing keeping her back. Torn between the urge to move closer to the strong masculine scent of a male, and the orders of her owners, all she could do was stand still and hope that Victor would be the one to make the first move.
Thread: In heat

Well aren't you a good girl Victor said not buying it at all. Pruning the bushes, that's very nice of you Victor looked up the poor girl, who was clearly embarrassed by her situation. As she stood their protective of herself, he knew that ordinarily her master would have ordered her to stay away from him. To not communicate with a male like himself. But she hadn't moved, she hadn't pulled away. He thought that she might be torn between her duties as a house cat, and her body's desires. This enticed him. Are you ok? he asked You don't look so good. You should lay down he said with an out stretched hand, to help her over the fence. But come to get something to eat first then sleep at my house. You don't want to be a burden to your master do you? He could see her mentally debate it, before accepting his invitation. As he pulled her over, he took a moment to press the young girl as close to him as possible. Her little body felt so soft and warm. He couldn't help but inhaled the deeply, letting her pheromones engulf him. They walked through his yard, his hands still holding her's, and walked inside his house. He placed her on his couch, letting her sit down next to him. Do you want some water, maybe some milk? he said putting one hand on her thigh. Tell me how you feel. Maybe if will make you feel better
Thread: In heat

Upon being called a good girl her slim golden tail swished from one side to the other, the blush on her cheeks spreading just a little bit more, she wasnt able to contain herself and was forced to turn the corners of her lips upwards just abit. I could- she started, but quickly shut herself questioning what shed just been about to offer. Part of her had been so overjoyed by such simple words that shed been about to offer herself up to slave away in some strangers garden. What was worse was the fact she didnt know a single thing about gardening. Well she knew weeds were bad. But so did most kids. Swaying over slowly to Victor, she didnt even realize what she was doing until she felt the strong powerful hands of the other feline easily wrap around her small hands. Her green eyes widening in shock as she tried to pull away, it was already too late, her body pulled over the fence. She let out a cute little yelp before collapsing against Victors chest. The tingly sensation flowing through her body suddenly bursting with activity. I dont think- she started, once again shutting herself up as she realized how good it felt being held by someone else. Without noticing what she was doing, she rubbed her soft cheek against Victor chest, nuzzling her nose gently and enjoying the feeling of safety and belonging shed only felt once long ago as a kitten. She was completely oblivious to Victors action, absorbed in her own little pleasure. Being led quietly through the garden shed only ever seen from a distance, she wrapped her arms around Victors, hugging on to his arm nervously and pressing Victors arm between her small mounds, she was naturally curious as to what it looked inside Victors house, but at the same time there was a strange foreboding feeling about it. Almost as if it were warning her that if she entered through that door, thered be no going back. Though shed come this far. She wasnt sure she could make her way over the fence by herself, and walking on the streets without supervision had been something her mistress had strictly forbidden her from. Entering the house, she quietly took a seat beside Victor, eyeing his suspiciously, she couldnt exactly work out why she wasnt allowed to be near him, but surely her owners had some sort of reason, and it didnt hurt to be cautious. As if on cue she felt Victor rest his hand way too close to her privates, her eyes widening in shock as she rudely pushed Victors hands away, edging away instinctively, before realizing how rude her actions must have seemed. Looking up at Victor with more than a bit of panic, she quickly apologized, clasping Victors hand with both of hers and pulling it back infront of her, mere inches from her pounding heart. Im sorry, I didnt mean . She didnt mean what? Confused she quickly shook the thought away Could I have some of your milk please? she asked innocently, peering nervously up at Victor.
Thread: In heat

Victor smiled, amused with her cute behavior. Something about her made him want to tease her vigorously. There was something about watching this girl squirm that was enticing and adorable. You didn't mean... he said letting the moment linger. Don't worry about it. I am to being too causal with you. he said. He got up, and walked to the kitchen, his tail wagging. You are a pretty girl he said from the kitchen. As he poured her a tall glass of milk. Forgive me if I can't help myself around a girl like you. He arrived a moment later, with a glass of cold milk, sitting on the same couch but now sitting as far away from her as possible. You look a little sick, like you have a fever he said letting his hand stretch out to touch her forehead but slowly pulled it back seconds before touching her. Is your master working you too hard? He said, concerned.