Thread: The Dragon's Soulmate(ShyonexDysy)

Silky white tresses of hair fell neatly to the ground, flitting back and forth before settling upon the oaken floorboards. Dietrich had been born into royalty, used to the pampering treatments, and the accommodating service of the maids and butlers that ran amuck in the palace like shy mice. Draconian or not they still had a form of hierarchy, some were simply better than others. A large white sheet covered the dragons body, as maids danced around him like moths entranced by a flame. Dragons, because of their lifespan, didnt grow hair at the same rate as a human would, but rather an a sluggish pace, but when it did happen to grow a bit farther than liked by said dragon it was often cut and stored. Dietrich was no exception as the silvery strands fell to the floor, they were quickly swept up by whatever maid happened to be nearby, and quickly bottled. Hasten yourselves. Dietrich ordered calmly, but his voice was a deep rich masculine voice as his clawed hands folded in his lap. When his hair was cut, though not short, Dietrich stood up and pulled the sheet from his body and stood calmly. The male stood at an impressive height, towering easily at 65, and an even more impressive wingspan both wings stretching out four feet across each but of course, for the appearance of royalty, Dietrich very rarely had ever shown the expanse of his wings within the palace. The only time he had shown them off was at his fathers party, being the Kings only son, it wasnt a shock that his father had wanted him to, show off a little. Having lavish parties werent something Dietrich felt he was suited for, but that party was an exception, having it in the humans kingdom was a bit of a treat for the pampered prince. Especially when he had laid eyes upon Andol. Shivering slightly at the thought, Dietrich waved the maids away as he stood before the mirror and eyed himself carefully. His clothing was picked and chosen with diligence, loose fitting pants, dark as midnight, and a loose fitting tunic. The tunic itself would be covered by a kimono-like jacket, but for now the dragon stood in only the two basic articles of clothing. Clawed toes prevented Dietrich from wearing shoes of any sort, so instead, the male went barefoot. Prince Dietrich. A draconian maid touched the males shoulder gently he easily dwarfed her by five inches, as she bowered her head lowly to him, Has your father considered his decision on this? She murmured quietly. My condition? Dietrich mused to the female, I can assure you that wont be an issue, and should be nothing to worry about. Dietrich had no medical conditions of any sort, but like any animal, he went into heat, often times this would be easily manageable by any form of herbs the apothecary would throw together. Often times this simply made it manageable, while he would get a tad heated here and there, it wasnt as if he raped anything that moved, as he was sure he would if he didnt have the herbs. But this year, they werent on hand, and he wouldnt even be allowed to bring a small satchel of them. A clawed fingertip touched his cheek gently as Dietrich let out a small sigh scratching the scales of his cheek. They were going to make a round trip, to the human kingdom, and then back again to the Draconian kingdom to receive their orders, and to finally find out what sort of business their families had put them up to. The only small shred of information Dietrich knew that Andol possibly didnt was why the other male was chosen, it was his demeanor, and his attitude, the interest of the Draconian King that he pick someone that his son had shown an interest to. Before they had entered the human kingdom, Dietrich had slid the jacket on and slowly found himself sitting in the plush chair of the moving carriage. Amber eyes swooped around the moving carriage as Dietrich let out a small yawn, he would find himself napping for a very long time until surely the scent of Andol would wake him from his slumber. -- When Andol had entered the carriage, Dietrich hadnt even turned his chair around but instead rested his glittering eyes in the dark. In all honest, Dietrich felt like a giddy child all over again, but instead his facial expression stayed impassive. It was only a good few moments in the carriage where Dietrich felt the carriage moving once more as he slowly stood up and emerged from the shadows. He had watched Andols little display of his odd food eating habits, and licked his canines slowly, predatorily. It was that very habit that caught the dragons attention in the first place during the party. Smoothing out his jacket, as well as the lush hairs on his head, he stood in front of Andol his body swaying slightly with the movement of their transportation. Its been a while, hasnt it Andol? He smirked calmly revealing the set of pearly whites. I see youve still got a very fascinating habit of your fruit-eating. He teased.