Thread: (loneiysong) Dealing with Dragons (MaximalCrazy)

The single hope to saving her people and father shut his eyes, giving a content sigh as for a moment there was no response from her. However, he soon heard the tiny human woman speak, and then position herself back in front of his face. A lone eye opened up, immediately seeing her frowning features, as well as catching an earful of her plea. Proper homage? Respect? Maybe so, but the dragon was free to decline such a simple begging. Royalty or not, this human couldn't possibly give him anything that would appease him. Human, you try my patience. He said in annoyance, lifting his head but not the rest of his body. Those steely eyes glared at her, ready to toss her out if need be. This dragon wouldn't waste anymore of his time with this woman if she continued to persist in keeping him from his well deserved rest. Why won't I help you? Hmph, why should I, is a better question to ask. I fly out and take care of this frivolous army of men and spears, clean through them, and then what? Oh, perhaps I shall receive commendations from your kingdom! I'll be a decorated war veteran, hm? The dragon stood now as he became impatient. I do some pitiful dirty work, and then you dirty humans will turn your back on me. Stab me in the back even! He roared. And another thin- The dragon suddenly stepped, his eyes laying upon the satchel wrapped around the tiny woman's form. Eyeing the rest of her, she didn't seem like she had much. In fact, Elena looked like a filthy peasant that worked a stable. Smelled like a horse too. That satchel though spoke volumes to him however. So without waiting for permission, the dragon leaned in to snatch the satchel. Razor sharp teeth cut through the leather with straps with ease, sending it, along with its contents upon the rocky floor. The jewels that came out made the dragon's eyes widen, seeing them sparkle magnificently. So she was royalty! These kinds of jewels, these weren't some mere jeweler or goldsmith's work. No, these were crafted by the finest hands for a kingdom. A quick turn of his head noticed that his collection of treasure was rather... modest. He stared at the jewels once more, then finally those eyes settled back upon her. Almost with a bolt of energy, the dragon sat upon his hind legs and rear end, his tail tip now nodding up and down a bit more eagerly, though the rest of the dragon was calm and professional. Well, I suppose you have paid me proper homage now . Came the beast's response. Let us begin anew, hm? The dragon grinned, his tail circling about the jewels ever so slowly, trying to snatch them up as his greed go the better of him. You stand within the presence of the almighty Nevith Longtail. I won't have you referring to me as simply Dragon , so be honored that I allow you the grace to refer to me by my name, Princess Elena. Nevith's eyes narrowed at the woman. Even if she truly was a princess, he would not grant her any formality or respect. After all, she was the one who entered his domain. Here, human royalty didn't mean anything other than that she had more access to more jewels and treasure. An army approaches you and your father, as well as the kingdom. Such a shame. By the sound of your concern, you and your people do not stand the slightest chance to survive... He mused, holding his head up high. However, his muzzle twisted into a cocky grin. Though, imagine what atrocious luck that attacking might have if per se... a dragon were to intervene on the battlefield, hm? This payment will suffice... for now. But I expect more if you hope that your kingdom's army does not suffer the same fate, Princess.