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Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

The kingdom of dragons was separated from the human realm by a huge stretch of trees known as the Dark Forest. Inside the forest, creatures of dark and horrible natures lurked there in the dark, deterring most humans from crossing through. Of course, there were other ways between each realm, and if you were a human, you were left only with the choices of traveling along the coast or, riding a dragon itself to the neighboring. Of course, riding dragonback was leagues easier than the other option, however, find a dragon to cater to a human was few and far between. Unless it was for a special reason. Apparently betrothals fell under special reasons, for the two royal, human whelps were being transported under heavy dragon guard to the mountain home of the dragon king. Eamon, in his full dragon glory, growled lowly to himself as he thought again about the wretched marriage his father had agreed to between the humans. It was for the greater, his father had said, for the best between both worlds. Eamon snorted as he resumed his pacing in the throne room, muttering angrily to himself every once in a while. You're going to wear a hole in the floor, dear brother of mine, Ailbhe called from his spot on the dais. In his human form, he lay nude in a pile of soft pillows, reading one of his many books. For all the world, it didn't seem he cared about being married to a human. Hell, Ailbhe didn't care for much at all except his books. You shut up! Eamon snapped, turning to glare at his brother. He opened his jaws to tell his brother right where he could stuff his words, but was interrupted by a fanfare of roars and a voice calling out the arrival of the human royals. Oh, how the gods must hate him, Eamon thought to himself, poised to reluctantly greet the newcomers.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Curled up with his arms around his legs with his chin resting on his knees... Andol kept his shy self curled up in the cornor, while his brother of course was looking over the side of the large dragons back on which they rode... and out to the sky. To say that Andol was nervous would be a compete and utter understatment. He was terrified to tell the truth and no only that, but he didn't really like the idea of this arraged marriage at all. I mean there was nothing romantic about any of it. Andol realized that just to cement his fathers power and that of the kingdom, his dream of being carried off into the sunset by a knight in shining armor was completely ruinned. Of course Bamre seemed to could care less really, becuase to the older of the pair this was just a brand new adventure. If there was one thing that he always enjoyed was the idea of a new adventure around the cornor which was why he was quick to turn to his brother and say, Oh cheer up Andol, I mean it is not as bad as things could be. The older male closed the flap and got comforntable again before looking back at the other male, and said with a laugh, I mean father could have picked out some human prince for you to marry?... I mean it is as you always said, Dragons are way more loyal creatures than humans. So I mean?... Who better for a husband than a dragon? Andol let out a sigh, becuase he knew his brother was right yet again, but still... Well I guess, but I just don't see the romace in it, especially sinice I have never met this guy once. I mean what if he hates me, or I hate him...? Or what if he is a total asshole and just wants to use me for sex, or never even talks to me? Though a calming hand on the younger male's shoulder was egough to quite his worried lips as his brother spoke softly, Andol, no matter what... I am going to be here for you. We are both still going to be together, and I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. The young male sighed, his brother always knew how to make him feel better. It wasn't long before the voice of the dragon that they where riding on said, Hang on little humans, we are coming in for a landing at the front gate. Remember to show respect to our two young princes. Both Andol and Bamre immedatly took hold of the straps like they had been soon and the large dragon they rode on slowly came in for a landing, among a crowd that had gathered with much fanfare to greet the two newly arrived brothers to there kingdom. The two brothers peeked out of the flaps of little house they had rode in. There before them stood a large crowd as well as a abassador whom Andol recongized. This had been done on purpose to put the more shy of the two princes at ease. Indeed in had worked, as Andol didn't really need to be coaxed out by his brother and they both climbed down off the dragon and where then guided to the throne room, by Ambassador Therial... Well my young princes we are gald to have you both here in our kingdom, and on behalf of the king, he personally can't wait to welcome you into his family. With those words the doors to the throne room where opened, and the two young princes lead inside.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Despite himself, even Ailbhe looked up from his lounge space to see what kind of people required such a hubbub of noise. Wanting to get a better look, he wiggled into a pair of pants, to lazy to using any of his magic to shift even into his half form. Ignoring Eamon's dirty looks, Ailbhe rose and elegantly walked to his brother to stand beside him. You need to calm down, he warned Eamon softly, just as Ambassador Therial entered the throne room. Father put you in charge because he trusts you not to screw things up. The true king had been called away to the far side of the kingdom on urgent business and regretted that he wouldn't be able to meet his new son-in-laws. Here they come, Ailbhe added, his voice a hiss. All he got was a snort in response and was worried to see smoke curling from his brother's nose. Before he could reprimand Eamon again. Ambassador Therial was before them giving his usual boisterous meeting. Ambassador, Eamon greeted almost genially as he stepped forward. As he did so, his flicked his tail at Ailbhe, sending his little brother to his butt. He was disappointed when the whelp didn't so much as yelp. I trust the arrival of the two hu--princes went without a hitch? As he spoke, Eamon eyed the two humans behind the ambassador disdainfully. Both were scrawny, the smaller of the two even more so. Just perfect. The moment he mounted whichever was his, he was sure they would snap in two!
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

As the pair of brother walked into the throne room Andol looked around with a look that could only be given by someone who had been somwhere before. He regonized this place, becuase he had been invited here a few times to do work with the ambassdor, though he had never had the pleasure of meeting the two princes. They both had always been away for whatever reason, be it war... or whatever else. Yet now Andol that he was going to get to see them both, and the idea made him nervous, especially as they entered the throne room and he found himself faced with a large, and what looked to be unhappy dragon, as well as another one... yet this other one seemed to be using the dragon's known ability to shapeshift into a human form. Andol was half hoping the big one wouldn't turn out to be his husband, becuase he didn't look like a very nice guy. Of course if you looked over at Bamre who had never really been to the dragon kingdom before.... well that was a differnt story. The older male was looking around the place with that normally adverturous spirit of his. It was not that he was curious, oh no that was Andol's job to be a curious little kitten. No Bamre wanted to explore just becuase it was fun... he could care less what he actually found... That was when he saw the two dragon brothers standing across form him and he quickly wondered which one of them was ment to be his husband, and of course he was very quick to ask... So do ethier of you two know who is supposed to be paired to me? Andol gave Bamre a dirty look, dissapproved of his brothers method of asking that question to the princes in such a direct manner. Of course he was kind of curious aslo... and so that was why the king had left it up to the Ambassador to let the two lucky couples know who they where going to be with... and then they would have time to get to know each other... and the wedding would take place when the king got back. The Ambassador cleared his throat as though he was trying to clear the air before stepping bettewen the two parties and said... Now Prince Eamon, and Prince Ailbhe. I give you two your husbands, Prince Andol and Prince Bamre form the human kingdom. I said there names and your own in that order for a reason, becuase my Prince Eamon you are to be wed to young Prince Andol here. While Prince Ailbhe you are to web to his older brother Prince Bamre. Your father wanted to you guys to have time to get to know each other before the wedding started. Yet there will be no sharing of bedchambers or mating until after the ceramony, which will take place the day after tomarrow. He looked at all four of them very sternly as he spoke the last part, especially he knew how dragon libido could get some times. He then contiuned, That way the king and queen will be able to see the wedding, and so will Andol and Bamre's parents also. Now... I will leave you four alone so that you can get to know each other better. With those words the ambassador walked out of the throne room to go and help with the arranaging of the wedding.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Unimpressed, Eamon sat back on his haunches and listened to the ambassador squawk away. The moment his father returned, he vowed to ask, no make, him take back the marriage treaty. He had no interest in the weak looking humans, nor did he have any interested in being married period. When the elder of the two humans asked his ridiculously blunt question, Eamon growled loudly, allowing more smoke to curl from his nose. He held his tongue, much to Ailbhe's relief, and listened further to Therial, who was wearing his patience thin. Somehow, Eamon managed to sit through the entire proceedings without another word until Therial thankfully left. I'm show you libido you damned eunuch, he muttered to himself angrily before he snapped his head back to the humands to glare at them fiercely. You, he snarled, pointing a finger at Bamre, keep your damned tongue in your head. If you proceed to speak to my brother in such a brusque manner as you did earlier, I won't hesitate to rip your accursed head off, treaty or no! Chest puffing out angrily, Eamon shot of a bit of agitated fire right over the humans' heads. As for you, he added, jabbing a claw in Andol's direction, dear fiance, keep out of my way and maybe I won't crisp in my agitation of you. Having said his dues, Eamon sat back again and just dared the humans to say anything against him. In the meantime, Ailbhe had written the entire thing off as a bad job and shook his head woefully. His brother was such an idiot. That was not how you got rid of unwanted arrangements.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Andol just wacthed the whole scene that his apparent fiance was making, with a bit of startedled look to him. Normally he wasn't one to be imtemadated by dragons becuase he had worked around them as a ambassador, but he had never met one like Eamon before and the dragons brash nature certianly threw him off gaurd for a bit. Plus there was the fact that this brash creature was to be his husband... he looked over at Alibhe for a moment, and knew that he had much rather have the more calm one has his bethroed any day... yet that was obviously not to happen. If there was one thing that he knew, his own father... and at the same time the dragon king himself where probably nethier going to change who was married to or even annul these marriages themselves. Yet still he had to try and make the best of things, but knew he had to move forward slow and with tact, yet before he could say a word... Bamre made the move for him. Excuse me Lord Eamon I was a bit besides myself and I apolgize. Andol's sigh of releif could be heard by all, knowing that his brother knew when it was time to apoligize. He then looked towards the one whom he knew that he was to be paired to, and said to him It is nice to meet you Lord Ailbhe... I look forward to getting to know you in the coming days. There was a soft yet charming smile on his face as he said these words, which to Andol's relief didn't contain his brothers somtime mischivous nature. Of course as the two humans gave each other quick glances, there was almost a 'sorry' look in Bamre's eyes. He felt for his brother having to put up with a dragon like Eamon. Especially given his brother desire for a more romantic type of relationship. The fire that was breathed out over there head's didn't seem to phase to two young men... Andol becuase he had had this done to him before in negoiations with dragons, and Bamre becuase he just looked up at the quickly retreating flames with a almost child like look that just screamed 'do it again, do it again'... Sometimes it was hard to tell who was really the oldest one becuase of simply how they acted about things. Andol of course was at a lose about what to do with his own fiance, though knowing the strength that dragons personally... there was really nothing the smaller young man could do except give into Eamon's demand with a sad sigh saying, Alright then Prince Eamon, I will stay out of your way... as your wish. At least he still had his brother, if his husband didn't want him... his brother would always hang out with him.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

No, he was not sorry for speaking to Andol thusly. At the same time, Eamon was lying to himself. He felt a bit bad about his harsh words, but he was not about to take them back. By the gods he was heir to the thrown and heirs did NOT say they were sorry. However, Eamon did incline his head though and, in a whoosh of magic, appeared before the humans as his tall, large human self. Even in this ridiculously tiny form, Eamon still scowled as he drew up the sleeves of his black tunic. Come, then, he commanded imperiously, offering his hand to Andol in a contradictory fashion. Ailbhe and I shall show you both to your rooms. Oh, we shall, shall we? Ailbhe's voice was amused as he shook his curly white hair out of his face. To the east wing, then? That's generally where the soon to be married couples as housed, he explained to the humans, smiling kindly at Andol and Bramre. It is good to meet you as well, both of you. If you'll come along, I'm sure Eamon would LOVE to explain more about our lives here. He added the last bit for Eamon's benefit and smiled smugly at his brother. The moment the humans agreed to the question, Eamon and Ailbhe would lead them both to their new, separate chambers.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Andol could sense a small change in Eamon's demenor... though still it was not much better than before. Yet the young man would take what he could get. He had been able to pick up on becuase of his years has a ambassodor required him to be able to do such things as read people's thoughts so well by the there body language. It did cheer him up a little bit, though he was thrown off a bit when suddenly the larger male turned form his dragon form into his human form... which Andol had to admit was very cute. Of course he didn't let himself show these thoughts, becuase of the delicate balance of the current situation. Of course the hand that was offer to him aslo caught him off gaurd, but it was a sign to the young man that maybe things where going to be so bad afterall... he just hoped that Eamon realized that it was not like he had asked for this... they where both kind of in the same boat when it came to it. So he reached out with his lithe fingers and took hold of hand saying, Alright Prince Eamon... Thank you for that. Bamre could tell also that there was somthing buried under Eamon's rough extirer... probably alot better than Andol, who was a bit blinded by the fact that he was marrying Eamon. Yet still he only wanted his brother to be happy, which was why he did worry a little bit. Looking back over towards Ailbhe in a curious manner he said, Oh of course I would love to come along and see it. Again he was a bit less formal than his young brother, but that was just somthing that was a part of his nature... and mostly came form his lack of experiance as a Ambassador that Andol had. No... Bamre's experiance was on the battlefield and while the pen may have been his brothers weapon... Bamre prefered to use that of the sword. Looking back he asked his own fiance, So Alibhe, would you like to also 'escort' me in the direction that we are supposed to be going. He held out his hand toward the younger dragon, his voice showed that he was obviously joining in the little bit of teasing that was being directed towards Eamon. As they walked down the hallways Andol followed a long with a unsure look on his face that showed he didn't know exactlly where his destainy was going to lead him... and in truth it contained a large and esay to see hint of sadness to it. While Bamre was the complete oppisite and there was a soft smile that just seemed to be stuck right there on the older humans face.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Eamon just grunted unhappily at Andol, even as he drew the male closer to his side. Bride or not, Eamon was still royalty and as such he would at least show Andol about until the boy knew his way about. It was all about honor, Eamon told himself, and not about the fact that Andol seemed kind of shy and helpless. He'd only be so lucky if Andol didn't turn into a little spitfire like Ailbhe sometimes was. With a sigh, he started to walk on, throwing dirty looks at Ailbhe occasionally. The younger brother in question actually giggled at Bamre and took his hand. Oh, my lord it would be my honor, he exclaimed sarcastically, pretending to swoon as he fanned himself. That earned him a snarl from Eamon. Chuckling under his breath, he took Bamre's hand and walked with him behind Andol and Eamon. Don't worry, Eamon will cool down, he whispered behind his hand to Bamre. This is the east hallway, Eamon suddenly said in a loud voice, tossing another look over his shoulder at Ailbhe. You may wander if freely and should you be in need of anything, a servant will be nearby to assist you. These are you're rooms, he indicated to both Andol and Bamre two large, double doors ornately decorated. If you will. At that Eamon pushed open the doors to the lush chambers.
Thread: Flowers from a Dragon (clementine and shyone)

Andol could tell that his groom was certianly not happy about the wedding... and in fact that did make two of them. So the young man deicded that it would be best to keep quite as he walked down the hall and he just thought about his options. Though the young man did take some comfornt in the fact that his groom to be did pull him closer, it was simply that Andol wished the other was doing it more of adoration than any sense of honor. He thought about what he could do and figured that sinice this was an arraged marriage, maybe he would be allowed a concubine or somthing... at least that way he would have someone around who actually care about him. Yet as he thought about it, not even that seemed to be right. There was nothing romantic about the person that he was with being his concubine... he would rather have his husband love him. Yet form what he could tell there was probably no chance in hell that it would happen... soon though they neared the rooms and this was where he spit off form his brother Bamre as he wacthed his brother and the younger dragon head into the other room... while he followed his husband into the one next to it... He had somthing that he wanted to say, but he wanted to wait until they where inside the room to say it... Bamre's face lit up a bit with a grin when he heard Ailbhe's response to his words. Oh he liked his new bride to be already... his father had at least made one good choice when picking out who went with who. Again he looked over at his brother sadly with a look that was almost apoligetic, as they began to walk down the hall ways towards the rooms. He listined to the other male and nodded his head softly before wishpering back to Ailbhe after a soft chuckle had escaped his lips at his fiance's antics, Yeah well if there is anyone that can crack that hard shell it is my little brother... He just kind of has that ability to grow on you, and can be quite adorable when he needs to be. Of course Eamon's loud voice seemed to snap him back to attention as he looked in the direction of the larger dragon and said, Don't worry Prince Eamon, I will make sure and ask someone if I need anything. He softly smiled in the larger male's direction, trying to see if it would be infectous... It was once they where at the two double doors that they where opened. Bamre noticed that Eamon was opening the door for Andol and so he smiled and pushed open the door for his own bride saying to Ailbhe in a teasing voice, After you madam... Andol of course was just gald that Eamon was still acting in a honorable and polite manner of course. That was what made him happy... at least for now anywy. Of course once they where inside of the room the human opened his mouth to say somthing to the dragon, but thought better of it and deicded to wait and see what the larger male would say to him first now that they where in more privite quaters. Yet the young man had feeling that really the things that Eamon would say would only get worse simple now that the large dragon would know that there was no one around to hear them.
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