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Dishonour

Dishonour

Insatiable
Joined
Sep 25, 2018
Location
Belgium
"Stupid dragon-"

A soft voice muttered in a dimly lit room. A blonde male, around his 20's was sitting in front of a mirror. A woman behind him combed the gorgeous locks of his hair, not really replying to the mutter she heard. "Don't you think that this whole practice is outdated?" he huffed, his gaze going up in the mirror, now looking at the female behind him. She simply shook her head in response and continued combing his hair. Uriel, one of the only males around of his age in the village, was clearly not in a happy mood. The whole existence of the village Yrondir was based around the dragon that 'looked over' the people. For years and years they went with the tradition of offering about 5 young men to the dragon, who'd choose one of them and take them as an offering. Uriel's luck was no where to be found. The only boys from around his age in the village were.. Nowhere to be seen. He seemed to be the only one. "I bet the others just fled when they heard about it.. I should've done that too." he grumbled.

The council of the village had been preparing him all morning: making sure he got a good meal, making sure he looked good, etc. They even gave him something fancy to wear: he was dressed up in a pair of black boots, tight black pants with a belt and a beautiful white dress shirt with pretty markings on it. He was also wearing a bunch of jewelry to make himself look even more appealing, after all the dragon was only getting one male this year.. They did dress up a couple females as well from around the same age, just to suggest it to the dragon's 'servant'. That servant was whom the people of the village believed to be some sort of slave for the dragon that came down to accept the offer in the name of the dragon. Uriel called it all bullshit though, he didn't believe any of this and he even tried to convince the people of the village that this whole offering was outdated.

It was time. The woman behind him stepped away and went to the door, opening it and briefly leaving him alone. Uriel got up, groaning in annoyance. At least he looked good.. But he wasn't just going to let himself be handed over like that. There was no way he'd be part of this all. He squinted, glancing at the door and preparing himself. The corners of his lips curled up into a smirk. The doorhandle twisted, the door opened, revealing one of the guards that was going to accompany him to the offering place. As soon as the door opened Uriel rushed towards it, crashing into the guard and knocking him over by surprise. A yell came from the older man as he dropped to the floor while the blonde boy managed to rush out the room. "Hah-! See you later!" he yelled back. The taps of his boots hitting the marble floor underneath him echoed through the spacious hallways of the fancy building he was in.

He ran.. And ran.. Till he saw the door. With a determined smirk he approached the door of the large city hall they had in the village (which was too fancy looking in his opinion). He tried to open the door but.. It didn't open. Panic washed over him as he tried again. He cursed underneath his breath. Before he knew it the guards came around the corner and he had nowhere to go. About 30 minutes.. That's how long it took for the guards to finally catch him and bring him up on the hill where the offering place was. There were a lot of people standing there, all gathered for the ceremony. Some frowned at him, others just laughed. Uriel was quite literally dragged across the ground, then tied up to an offering pole. "You've got to be kidding me!" he huffed. "This is complete nonsense!"

The other 4 females that had been picked out all correctly stood there, they were a bit nervous, but none of them were as feisty as Uriel was. They didn't even need to be tied up, as they showed no signs of wanting to run or anything like that. The ceremony was held on top of a hillside near the village, surrounded by large trees and whatnot. Now they had to wait.. Wait for the servant of the dragon to approach, to come from the distance and pick out what he thought would be worthy for the dragon. Uriel just sat there, a bit out of breath from all the struggling and fighting back. His hands were tied to the pole behind him and he sat on his knees so he really didn't have much space to move around.

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Name: Uriel Herrisen
Age: 20
Appearance: Uriel's about 5'5ft tall and has wavy blonde hair. He has pale skin, green eyes and a curvy body. He's not too big on wearing fancy clothes and prefers comfort over actual looks, so it wouldn't be a surprise to find him in something comfy, even on formal events.
Personality: Playful is one way to describe him. He's energetic and likes joking around. Overall he's a nice guy but.. He is quite the brat. Talking back is something he's not afraid to do and he definitely won't hesitate to defend himself for whatever cost. Perhaps he's a bit naive too, as he often doesn't want to admit that he's wrong.
Backstory: Uriel was born in one of the harsher winters. This is the reason why he was the only male around his 20's that could be offered to the dragon. He comes from a simply farmer family, but he was usually busy with buying and selling the goods rather than doing the harsh work on the land itself.
 
Dragon Form
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Human form
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Name: Thorne
Age: 350
About: Thorne is a blue lightning dragon that has protected Yrondir for three hundred years. Though people fear dragons, Thorne had been able to reach an agreement with the townspeople, though his human form, which they thought was a servant to him. Make offerings of young males for Thorne to pick from, and the dragon would stave off bandits, thieves, and other unwanted visitors. Word traveled fast, and most of the kingdom knew the town was guarded. Thus, only peaceful travelers and merchants came to town. What the people of Yrondir didn't know was what Thorne did with the chosen males; they became companions in every sense of the word, willing or not.

Thorne had come to Yrondir two months past to announce the dragon required a new male offering. The townspeople didn't know that Thorne the human was also Thorne the blue lightning dragon, and Thorne proffered to keep it that way. So he had never given gas name in dragon form, the bare handful of times he had come to town as a dragon. Having announced the requirement for a new male offering, Thorne had returned to his home to wait. He always gave them time, always two months, to come to terms with the long standing tradition.

A handful of times, announcements for offerings had come only days after taking the previous offering. The reasoning had never been shared, but in those cases, the offerings had found ways to kill themselves. This time, it's been ten years since the last announcement.

As Thorne walks from the forest through the farmland to the town, he reminisces about the previous offering. Thorne is not completely kind, but he's not cruel either. Loyalty is rewarded, and when his companion of ten years asked to be allowed to leave, to chase his dream in the kingdom's capital, Thorne relented. But he warned the man that he could never return to Yrondir, as he knew too many secrets. The loyalty in that one was strong, Thorne knew the man wouldn't betray him.

As Thorne comes up the hill, dressed as usual in dark leathers, his mood darkens. There are four females and only one male, where there should be five males. Amber eyes immediately turn to the guard standing nearby.

"What is this? Tradition speaks that five males are to be offered, so I may select the one that best fits the lord dragon's tastes." Thorne makes his displeasure heard, eyes narrowing and hands folding together behind his back. He stands silent, waiting for the guards explanation.
 
Uriel sat against the pole, still struggling a little every now and then to attempt to get those ropes off his wrists, but he failed. He perked up when he finally saw the servant of the dragon arriving. He frowned, huffing softly. One of the guards stepped forwards towards the man that had arrived and made a small bow. "My apologies sir.. I'm afraid we've only got one male in the village that is suitable for the offering." he said, his gaze going back to the blonde who was still at the pole, before returning to the man in front of him. "He's the only male from around his age currently in the village. The others are either too young or too old." he explained.

The guard motioned to the females that were presented there. "We do have a couple of females from around the right age, they're more than willing to be offered if you believe the dragon would be satisfied with one of them." he said, then slowly turned to Uriel. "He, on the other hand, has been causing quite the trouble.. We had to tie him up to the pole, otherwise he'd run." he said. "We didn't want our only male that e could offer to escape." he added quietly and shook his head a little, before stepping back again, hoping that this wouldn't cause any issues or such with the protection of the village.

The blonde boy huffed. "I don't want to get offered I think that's clear-" he grumbled and pulled at the ropes. "Let's be real-! I've never seen a goddamn dragon before in my entire life, are you sure he even exists?" he said. "Hell- Does anyone even know who this guy is." he spat out, staring at the peculiar man that had just arrived.
 
Thorne listens to the guard, pressing his lips into a thin line. He would never take a female, as he has no interest in them. There's also no purpose to taking a female; better to leave them in the town where they can start families, reproduce, and raise children to continue the implemented tradition. This boy, though..

Thorne's amber eyes flash, a flicker of blue rapidly appearing before disappearing. This boy has quote the mouth on him. "You would do well to gag the boy, sir guard. His words are a distraction." Thorne sighs, but it's quiet enough the humans don't hear it. If this is all they have to offer, Thorne isn't left with much choice. He's unwilling to wait several more years to have a fresh selection.

"I will take this boy to the dragon lord. As this is all you have to offer, we should both pray to the gods the dragon lord accepts." Thorne narrows his eyes at the blond boy. "And you should pray he chooses to accept you, and not eat you for your insolent tongue."
 
Uriel frowned at the man. He just grumbled something underneath his breath instead of talking out loud now. He wasn't some pig raised for slaughter or such. He didn't want to be a dragon snack. The guards nodded at the dragon's servant and moved towards the pole Uriel was tied to. One of the men untied his hands from the pole, but made sure they were still together. He bound the ropes in some sort of leash form, so the boy wouldn't risk running away.

One of the other guards pulled out a cloth and rolled it up a bit before tying it around Uriel's head, gagging him with it so he'd stop throwing out insults and whatnot. Then the guards brought the leash over towards the servant and handed it over. "Here you go, sir. Please let the dragon Lord know that we are terribly sorry for this. We'll make sure to have more ready by the time he wants another offering."

Uriel stared at the man, squinting. Guess he was about to find out if the dragon truly was real or not.. Or if this was all just some stupid fairytale to keep the inhabitants of the village happy and willing to surrender themselves or whatnot.
 
Thorne took the leash with a grimace, less than pleased that there wasn't a selection. But again, he was unwilling to wait a number of years. Loneliness comes fast in his mountain caverns. With a tug, Thorne turns and heads down the hill, leading the boy along. Once out of earshot of the guard and the women, Thorne exhales audibly.

"You are the first to speak out against the Lord dragon. I understand he has not visited the town in over thirty years, but the proof he still lives is in the peace your town enjoys." Thorne pauses, folding his arms behind his back as he walks. The leash if wrapped around one hand. "Perhaps you skipped your history lessons as a child. Or failed to remember them. The Lord dragon saved this town, brought it peace when it was at the hands of bandits and murderers. A male offering once every decade or so is little to ask for. The Lord dragon does not demand gold or jewels, he does not take your crops or livestock. Just a human male."

By now, they have passed into the woods, far enough to have reached a fair sized clearing. Normally, Thorne would walk with the offered male all the way to the caverns, roughly two hours walk on foot. He takes this time to learn about the selected man, what they like or don't like. This time, Thorne is irritated by the boy's words, by his outburst. So, he will teach the boy that history is real, and traditions always have a reason.

Thorne walks the boy to a tree on the far side of the clearing, securely tying the leash to a high branch. With the boy's hands tied behind his back, there's no way he can get free. "Wait here." Thorne turns, then walks past the boy into the trees, quickly vanishing from sight.
 
The blonde male started following, even though he was clearly happy with it. He huffed quietly at the explanation he was given. “Sure..” he mumbled. He clearly wasn’t phased by the explanation from the man he was with. The ‘dragon’ could easily just be a trick of the towns elders to make sure everyone obeyed or whatnot. Why specifically did the dragon want males? Uriel thought it was odd how they offered these males. No one knew what happened to them. They just disappeared. Were they even still alive at this point? The fact that they gave these people up so willingly to something no one knew much about bothered him.

His leash was tied to a high branch. He frowned, eyes following the male that quickly disappeared into the thickness of the forest. He sighed to himself, glancing around. He gave a soft tug at the leash, but like he expected there was no way he could get himself out of this one. He just stood there in the middle of the forest. While he was displeased, he was also curious about whatever was going to pop out of the forest. He was fully aware that he might get eaten at any point or so.. or whatever those dragons did with the humans. Protecting the people and whatnot sounded great, if it all didn’t sound like a stupid fairy tale that was told to little children so they wouldn’t cause trouble.

Uriel’s heart beat fast in his chest, the adrenaline racing through his body. He was focused on the sounds around him, listening closely for anything that resembled a dragon.. or heavy footsteps or such.
 
A barely audible sound of a thump, like thin leather snapping in the wind, can be heard over the quiet forest noises. A woosh of air follows, then silence. Thorne had walked far enough away to be able to actually leap into the air, dragon strength getting him above the treetops, talking dragon form once in the open. He circles, so that he doesn't return to the boy from the same direction he walked away.

The blue dragon comes into view above the blonde boy, roughly thirty feet from nose to tail tip. A wing span just as wide. Long, thick white fur lines the dragon's spine instead of spikes and his head and face are almost dog-like in shape. A pair of long straight horns rise from his temples, angled backward and based in sections of larger blue scales. More larger scales protect the underside of his neck and down his chest, belly, and underside of his tail. The rest of his body is coated in scales so small and smooth, they look more like thick skin.

Everything happens so fast, next.

Thorne dives, straight at the boy. His wings close, to avoid hitting the trees around him, and his taloned feet hit the ground with a thump. His right front foot reaches out, fully wraps around the boy, one talon slicing through the leash. A heartbeat later, Thorne pushes off the ground, dragging the boy up into the air. Another sound of snapping leather and his wings are open, carrying him on thermal winds some sixty feet above the forest treetops.

Thorne holds the boy securely, giving him little room to wiggle and fall. The occasional wing beat means the ride isn't perfectly smooth. Other than the rush of air across his wings, Thorne makes almost no sound.
 
Uriel waited.. and waited. For a moment he thought he heard something, but he wasn’t sure. He could tell something was near him though. The air was moving around him but it was hard to tell what it was because he couldn’t see much with the trees reaching out above him. He looked up, squinting at the sun. All he saw was a shadow for a brief moment, till a form appeared. It grew bigger and bigger within a second. Suddenly everything changed. With little to no effort he was suddenly swept up from the ground. He let out a yelp in fear as he was pulled from the tree, upwards into the sky. The ground underneath him quickly became smaller and smaller. “O-oh god-!” He widened his eyes.

Instead of wiggling in fear he had now just stiffened up, not even wanting to move because of how high they were. Instead he just clung to the big claw holding him. “Please put me down!” He cried out. With that he meant on the ground.. not just being dropped out of the sky. God that would be a horrible way to die. He wasn’t too scared of heights or anything like that.. but being carried by a large dragon who could drop him at any moment was rather frightening. It was clear that Uriel wasn’t a fan of this all. His blonde hair waved in the wind. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm himself.
 
The flight itself is short, no more than five minutes. But Thorne has ever intention of giving the boy the full experience. Once close enough to the mountain range, Thorne folds his wings and dives. Speed picks up, the ground rapidly approaching. The dive lasts only a couple of heartbeats.

Thorne snaps his wings open and levels out just above the ground. He glides on the last remaining wind currents, the lands with a couple of hops to slow down. He finally comes to a stop right before the large cavern mouth. However, Thorne doesn't release the boy, not yet.

Thorne keeps the boy held up, close to his chest, as he walks into the cavern on three legs. Several yards in, there's a blue glittering in the air; a wall of magic charmed so only Thorne can pass. Thorne, and whatever he may be carrying.
 
Uriel managed to calm himself just a little as they flew through the air, though he was still rather nervous. Seemed like the dragon was real after all.. so real that he was currently being carried by it as it flew through the air, over the land underneath him. He had never seen anything from such height. While in other circumstances it would’ve been more enjoyable and a pretty sight to behold, Uriel wasn’t exactly having a good time right now. His pleas to be put down weren’t helping either. Instead the dragon suddenly dove down, drawing another squeal of fear from the blonde as he tended up once more, his body feeling all tingly as the distance between them and the ground grew smaller at a rapid speed.

By the time they came to a halt in front of a large carvern, Uriel was quite shaken up and scared. His hair was a mess because of the wind that had run through it. He breathed heavily, his heart almost jumping out of his chest for a moment he didn’t realize where they were at or where they were going. He only started getting more confused when there was some sort of wall they were walking towards. Something magical. “What is that..?” He asked, his voice still a little shaky from the recent flight. For a small human like him a flight like that was quite the experience. He wasn’t sure what to think of it. “Can you put me down now- please. I think I’ve had my fair share of being carried already..”
 
Thorne is still annoyed, ignoring the boy as he hops through the barrier. It's cold on his scales, as it always is. On the other side, the cavern tunnel is lit by more dragon magic, balls of blue flame hovering halfway up the walls every ten feet.

Here, Thorne puts the boy down, turning brilliant blue eyes on him. "I heard your words of disrespect. That will not be tolerated. You live here with me, now." Thorne swings his head toward the tunnel, indicating for the boy to start walking. Once he does, Thorne follows close behind, head more or less held a couple feet above the boy. "What is your name?"
 
Uriel sighed In relief when he was finally put down. He brushed himself off, then ran a hand through his hair to fix it up. He looked up at the dragon, gulping softly, though it didn’t seem like his attitude was entirely gone yet. He huffed, before he hesitantly started walking further into the cavern. He frowned softly, glancing back at the dragon every now and then. “My name is Uriel..” he said to him. “Yours?” He asked. “There is no way I’m going to call you anything along the lines of master or god. Just saying.” He grumbled. Did dragons actually have names? He wasn’t sure, though he was bound to find out at some point.

His gaze scanned around the cave curiously. He wondered what they were heading to. He had no knowledge of dragons except for the stupid myths he was told. He didn’t know how they lived or where.. or what they ate. He was going to live there though, apparently. That meant he was not going to be eaten.. right? It made him feel better. Or at least less nervous.
 
There's a low rumble in Thorne's chest when Uriel says he won't call the dragon master, but it would be difficult to discern if it was a growl or laughter. In truth, Thorne has never asked his offered companions to call him Master. He has no one to speak his name other than his companions, and thus prefers to be called by name.

"My name is Thorne." The dragon flicks his blue, serpentine tongue as the tunnel curves first to the right, then back to the left. It's almost like a false wall, but carved to be a smooth half circle. Beyond, the tunnel opens up to a wondrous sight.

The inside of the second largest mountain in the range is hollow, giving home to what looks like a secluded little world. Trees line the cavern walls and dot down into a valley basin. An underground river flows from the left wall, creating a ten foot high waterfall before traveling along the basin floor to a lake. Open grass takes up a decent portion of the two hundred foot diameter basin. A path leads from the entrance tunnel down through the trees, across open grass, to a cabin. A large garden backs the cabin, various fruits and vegetables growing there. The only animals seeming to be present are birds. And five hundred feet above, the top of the mountain is open, letting daylight into the hollow.
 
Uriel briefly looked up at the other as he told him his name. 'Thorne' was an interesting name.. Not something he had heard before. The cavern suddenly opened up, Uriel couldn't believe his eyes when the sight of the wonderful world inside of the mountain was exposed to him. He widened his eyes, freezing for a moment. His jaw dropped in awe. He had never imagined a dragon would live in something as beautiful as what he was seeing in front of him. He always suspected them to live in something that looked like hell and such.. Fire everywhere.. Lots of ash and whatnot.. But the place he was seeing now was nothing like he was expecting.

"Wow.." was all that came from his mouth. "You live here?" he asked, Clearly amazed by everything. "Things don't even look as nice as where I come from!" he huffed, his gaze scanning the area around him. "This is insane.." he muttered. Perhaps the dragon wouldn't be too bad? Living in such a beautiful place couldn't be bad right? Despite the company of a large creature like Thorne himself.. Uriel slowly started to step forward again, following the path. He tilted his head upwards, squinting at the daylight that fell through the hole in the top of the mountain.
 
"Seclusion from storms creates a perfect environment for plant life to thrive, as well as the lack of animal life beyond birds and insects." Thorne follows Uriel down the path. He could have easily flown ahead, or picked Uriel up and carried him again. But he walks every companion in like this; it gives them time to come to terms with their new life and surroundings.

"The cabin is yours to use. Even at night, it stays warm enough here that lighting the fireplace is unnecessary. Please refrain from doing so and keep the firewood for winter months. Only deadwood is collected to burn." Thorne starts speaking of rules Uriel is expected to follow. "The basin is your world now, you cannot leave without me. The barrier we came through only allows myself and what I carry or touch to pass through. Attempt on your own, and you will quickly find yourself unconscious."

As they near the basin floor, something else becomes visible near the cabin. Covered in grass and thus hidden from the high above angle, a raised stone-sided platform sits several feet before the cabin. The top is angled by roughly ten degrees, ten feet by eight feet wide, and roughly three feet high. The stone side of the higher end bears what looks like claw marks.
 
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