Thread: Heartfire (Vertaige & darkangel76)

With a blurred whoosh, Evie felt her heart suddenly leap into her throat as large protective armsscaled, almost inhumansurrounded her tiny frame. Her blue eyes pricked with tears as she watched the dragons, who'd been surrounding her, ready to strike, crumpled into a heap on the floor of Tech Noir. They looked angry at what had just happened. After all, it wasn't every day that one of their own 'turned' on them and all because of someone like her... a human... a dragon-hater. Oh how her cheeks felt hot! Though she couldn't see, she knew she blushing, her porcelain-pale skin undoubtedly a healthy shade of scarlet as she stood there drop-jawed and in shock. Twisting around in her new Master's arms, she looked up at him with wide eyes, her mind swirling frantically as a result of what had just transpired. Evie felt a bit foolish for her rash behavior. But she couldn't help it. There was no way she'd let anyone just throw insults her way, especially in an establishment she considered 'familiar territory'. Tech Noir was owned an operated by humans, contrary to what the dragons or any other supernatural being wanted to think. And she had the 'in' with the owner having worked there for several years as one of the place's top waitresses. On a good night she could manage at least six tables without a hitch! She'd like to see another employee do as well! Though, as she allowed her mind to truly think on the matter at hand with the dragons who'd been trying to cause her trouble, Evie had to wonder what exactly she'd been thinking the moment she'd opened her mouth. Honestly, did she think she could take on the entire dragon community all by herself now that she'd been marked? Her blue eyes flicked down to the mark on her arm labeling her as Duncan Lowfyr's She bit down hard on her lower lip as a small puff of breath escaped her. Having to admit she'd been rash, impulsive... wrong... Evie's eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she sighed resignedly. Truly, she knew next to nothing of dragon culture, their ways. But that had been how she'd wanted it. Only now, now she was marked she was in so deep she felt as though she were drowning. Just then, her hand balled themselves into tiny fists, her nails digging themselves into her palms. She winced at the sting and opened her eyes. As she did, the other dragons mumbled their apologies and she was soon ushered back to the limo. Once back, she climbed back inside and curled back up in the seat, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. She rested her forehead against her knees causing her red curls to fall forward and hide her face. As she sat there, to get a bit more comfortable, she shifted sideways and leaned against the back of the seat, giving Duncan a view of her profilebody still curled up. Angry at herself and the situation at hand, Evie finally lifted her head and looked over at her new Master. I hadn't meant for any trouble, she stated. Or any of this for that matter. Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her eyes glazing over slightly. It's not my fault that they had tempers and didn't want to control themselves in public. She frowned. I thought this would protect me, she said almost venomously as she held out her arm with the mark. Guess not all dragons are honorable. Evie wondered if her point had been made. Dragons had been so quick to point out the flaws of humans, their weaknesses and to the point that they even held conferences on why there should be segregation and no inter-breeding. She wondered if they could stop looking down their own noses at others for once and realize their own faults. No one was perfect. No one. Not even dragons. But this is all my fault... isn't it? Evie then added, her face starting to contort as her eyes glistened slightly as she held back the tears, her anger and frustration evident since she felt as though she was being judged for who and what she was... human.