Thread: The Dragon's Den (Tsushui & I)

For awhile, things seemed quite calm in the bathing quarters. There was no violence, no screaming and especially no fireballs being tossed around. For a short fleeting moment, Nal Rog began to enjoy himself as he bathed Aria who seemed to enjoy herself quite a bit. She wasn't sneering, snarling or snapping at him with one of her cold remarks and instead was simply looking up at the ceiling with a look of bliss on her face. To the warrior, it was no suprise. He knew his way around the female form and he was fortunate that she only had wings and a tail, otherwise, he wouldn't know how else to go about scrubbing her down. For a moment, he lost himself in the joy of bathing Aria and that's when he felt something tugging at his neck. His first reaction was to pull back, thinking that he had perhaps done something wrong and incited the woman's wrath. However, even the simple motion of pulling him inches closer proved just how suprising her strength was and he offered no more resistance. Even more suprising was the fact that she didn't really do anything afterwards. She simply gazed into his eyes and examined his face thuroughly as if she were trying to discover some deeper meaning in his appearance. Then came that cold and callous voice of hers which echoed a rather unusual request of him. His name. Was Aria really serious? Had her attitude changed so suddenly like the boiling water to steam? It had to be some kind of trick on her part. But the more he gazed into those beautiful eyes of hers, he thought more and more that perhaps she was being sincere in her remark. Maybe she really did want to know more about him other than the fact that he was a simple servant. My name? Nal Rog uttered quietly. It's... His response was cut short for two reasons. One was the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom. Someone had decided to intrude on this tender moment and knowing what he did about Aria, she wouldn't be happy about it. Second was her reaction to said footsteps. Rather than simply turn her head to see who was approaching, her hand jerked downwards, taking the warrior's head with her. His face plunged into the water then and instead of the sensation of warm water coming over him, he felt a searing heat similar to that of the woman's fireballs. How could he not notice it then? The water was boiling hot and much more intense than any normal human could take. Nal Rog's body flailed around then, trying to break the grip of Aria and pull his head out of there before he was boiled alive or drowned. It took a few seconds of desperate struggling, but finally, he slipped out of her grip and pulled his head out with a loud gasp for air. He rolled over to one side, holding his face and coughing up water. After the initial sensations wore off of his face, he looked up to see who had caused him to once again regret the fact that he was ever captured and found something unexpected before him. She was human or at least that's what he thought her to be. She was in fact of the dragon race much like Aria, but of a lower class. Not quite matured to have wings and a tail, but still born of both a dragon and a human. Of course, Nal Rog had no knowledge of this. Instead, he wondered if this woman had shared the same fate as he.