Thread: The Last of The Dragons (sirix and FemShep)

There was a time where dragons were the masters of the land. They ruled the skies they ruled the mountains they ruled the seas. There were more dragons then most could even expect. Fire, water, earth, and air even thunder, shadow, and light dragons too all with different appearances, skills, and culture, but there was one type of dragon that beat the rest. A legendary dragon with pure sliver scales with wings that could create hurricanes, teeth like swords, and claws like hooks. This was the most powerful, beautiful, and intelligent dragon all have ever seen. Offspring were rare, only a few sliver dragons have been seen compared to the overabundance of other dragons who proudly ruled their territory, but as quickly as they claimed it, it was lost to a unlikely foe. Humans since day one had hated dragons because of their greed and blood lust, but in truth these were traits only pushed by humans themselves. They attacked dragons first unable to handle the truth of being unable to expand or explore into territory owned by dragons. So they attacked claiming dragons were demons from hell that escaped with their claws through the earth's ground. Only after humans started attacking and killing innocent dragon offspring did dragons fight back. They attacked human cities and villages for humans attacking their homes and killing their families, but it only sealed the cruel fate. The greed of dragons were nothing more then dragons protecting what was left of their homes. The gold and jewels kept their eggs hidden, but humans would scale mountains and either kill the protecting parent inside or forcing it to flee. Either way the egg inside will die without the warmth of it's parent. With this alone the dragon population was beginning to dwindle, but it only increased rapidly as humans invented wooden catapults to throw flaming boulders onto flying dragons and stronger weapons and armors even attacking in large groups. They began discovering flaws in the dragon's strong hide. Slowly, but surly dragons become something of legends. There was only one hope to saving the dragon race. Using a magic dragons never intended or foreseen ever using, but the humans were threatening their own existence. A powerful magic where dragons took the forms of humans to disguise themselves as the enemy and for a few years the plan worked. There was a risk to this magic. Without their strong hides dragons became vulnerable as humans were making it difficult to adjust, but to persevere their species then it was a risk they were willing to make. This magic of transformation became part of what was taught to the hatchlings as their population began to grow again, but just like their protective hides there was a flaw in there disguise. On the right shoulder blade a tattoo like symbol of their true form matching the color of their scales. After humans discovered their ruse a large massacre took place where humans were searched for the tattoos and if they possessed it the dragon was struck down. Now more then ever dragons were being killed one by one. Until not a single dragon was left alive or...so they believed. There was one that survived the massacre. A young woman roamed the forest in search of a rumor that could save her species. There's been whispers about a male dragon around in area, she prayed to find him. This woman was the last female as far as evidence showed and this could be her last chance to save their species from becoming a myth. It was her quest to find and mate with him before it was too late, but there was conflict deep inside of her. Dragons weren't suppose to mate like this, they are suppose to mate for love. Maybe...maybe there was something that could be done...she prayed that one day she'll learn to love him. The young woman had a lot of thinking and concerns to come to terms with as she wandered deeper into the forest. Her hair was soft like silk and shined beautifully, reached down to her mid back with her bangs trying to cover her right eye, but pushed aside to prevent it and with strains framing her soft face. Her eyes were as blue as sapphires and sparkled with life with long, thick, delicate eyelashes framing them and creating wings from the corners of her eyes. Her lips were full and soft while her skin was as pale and flawless as fresh snow. Her body was thin and curvy like an hourglass with round ample breast on her chest and large hips with thick thighs and a round firm rear. Her hands were dainty and her legs were soothe and made her walk elegantly. A simple white dress covered her arms and back, hiding her tattoo that would give away who she really was. The dress hugged her upper body, but reached down to cover her thighs. With each passing moment, the woman grew more and more skeptic that this rumor wasn't true, but she couldn't give up...not yet.