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"I need clothes for the girl your village has given me," he snarled at the woman after ducking under the doorframe to enter the room. His enormous hand released Ibiza's arm and he walked over to the counter and began describing an outfit to the elderly woman that would be considered scandalous within the town. "Get her measurements, I want it to fit like a glove," he told the woman before dropping three gold pieces on the counter, probably more than the woman made in a whole year. "Have it done tonight. We're off to the blacksmith, then to the tavern for a drink. I'll pick it up when I've finished my drink."
 
His voice booming and obviously startling the older woman, pulling her arm back to her body when he let her go, the young woman watched as he moved closer to the elderly seamstress. For the one who hadn't exactly been tearing through her village, he was easy to take up the idea that it was in fact him and not whatever in the world he had said it was. A wyvern was it? The woman accepted the money graciously, moving toward Ibiza with her measuring tape, it was only a matter of quick, slightly fumbled minutes that the woman had her measurements and was scampering back behind her counter.
 
Aisom gave Ibiza a distasteful look… he hated that his blood compelled him to act this way, frightenening some poor old woman whose face was covered in deep laugh lines… Perhaps he could make it up to them when he slayed Urgrosh the wyvern. "Lead me to the blacksmith," he told Ibiza, an apologetic wince moving across his face- the closest he could come to apologizing to her for how much he had done to her shirt when they had so much left to do. He would have to make it up to her for certain.
 
Ibiza's eyes looked up to him when she noticed again the change of expressions on his face, knowing he felt terrible for having to appear so cruel in front of the elderly woman. Again, she felt the twinge of him being a softy float through her frame, tempted to reach out and take one of his large hands, she looked around the counter to find the old woman back in her shop. Taking his hand and squeezing it gently, she saw the apology on his face and shook her head to say it was unnecessary, offering a soft smile before letting go and moving out in front of him and out of the shop. Guiding him through the village to the blacksmith, the burly man seemed to stop in his tracks when he noticed the two moving toward him; Whether that be because Ibiza was pretty much nude or because there was a dragon behind her, it didn't matter enough for her to ask.
 
"The girl you gave me needs a weapon," Aisom told the burly man. "I came here to kill the wyvern attacking your town, and since you people thought it important to give her to me, she needs to be armed." If he had to act like this, then he would turn it to a good use. Sacrificing one of your own to a monster was inexcusable, and he would convict these people of that sin. He turned to Ibiza, "What weapon do you want?" he asked, his voice deadpan.
 
She watched as the man looked between the two of them, the majority of the town's people having thought that he would eat her, it was unexpected that the beast kept her. The man raised a brow when he stated that she needed a weapon, only to nod when he stated that she needed to be armed, surprised that it wasn't him that was attacking them. So they had given her up to the wrong one and for the wrong reason. Hazel eyes looking up at him when he asked what weapon she wanted, the female hadn't exactly ever used a weapon, so choosing one left her a bit lost. The blacksmith took the opportunity to help, handing her a double sided axe, either side of the axe smooth and rounded, helping her gage the weight and soon he instructed her to throw it. The raised brow on her face, she watched him nod toward one of the large wood pillars, apparently made just for that judging by the sliced portions, the young woman carefully weighted it in her hand and did as he instructed.

Covering her eyes immediately after, Ibiza heard a soft squeak, peeking through her fingers to see she had hit the target, though the blacksmith's apprentice had apparently not been aware and was just barely missed. " I think he's shit himself. " The blacksmith grumbled, moving toward the pillar to pull the axe out and hand it back to Ibiza.
 
Aisom refrained from laughing at the young man, but only a supreme effort of will prevented his face from splitting into a broad grin. "Have this sharpened and ready," he told the smith, nodding at the axe. "She'll need a belt for this with a frog," he continued, referring to the heavy metal ring that men who carried axes and hammers hung from their belts. Slide the haft through the frog and gravity would do the work, the weapon hanging by it's head. "We're going to get a drink, have it ready when we return."

Aisom turned to her an gently tugged the remaining scrap of cloth from her shoulder with a grimace. It made it look like he had raped her, and he was exhibiting enough of his father's behavior without being mistakenly accused of rape as well. He glanced an apology at her, motioning for her to lead him to the tavern.
 
Apparently she was the only one who felt slightly bad for the male who slid along the wall and simply sat on the floor, though she couldn't say that she herself hadn't restrained a bit of laughter herself. Biting her bottom lip gently, Ibiza glanced up when Aisom began giving instructions to the blacksmith in regards to the axe she had apparently handled well, taking a mental note of the bear fur wrap that hung from one of his wooden pillars. Feeling him tug again at the remains of her shirt, she knew she might as well just take it off now, however her head nodded carefully to the wrap. Moving toward it on their way away from the blacksmith, she gently took it off the rack and looked over her shoulder at the man, who said nothing due to knowing she wasn't going to be able to go safely into a tavern without wearing something over her body. Exchanging the torn shirt for the fur wrap, she carefully wrapped it around her chest, satisfied with it even though the length stopped a little bit past the middle of her thighs, walking forward and leading him to the tavern.
 
The day continued on in this fashion, the seemingly imbecilic brute who had developed an affection for her managing to remind everyone involved in her kidnapping and attempted sacrifice of their despicable actions and guilt. It wasn't long until they returned to the seamstress, a box waiting for them at the counter with a nervous old woman behind it. The giant dragon-man gave her a courteous nod and grumbled a sincere "thank you" before taking the box and giving it to Ibiza. "Go put it on," he grunted, eager to see her in the sexy outfit.
 
Having taken him into the tavern where the bartender seemed a bit fearful to get the dragon anything but what he wanted, the men around them recognized Ibiza instantly, giving her their usual expressions. Although with the knowledge that she belonged to Aisom, they avoided any confrontation unlike what they would normally do. Entering the seamstress's shop only an hour or so later, her eyes ventured to the woman when she handed Aisom the box, only to have it passed to her. Tilting her head to the side as she moved behind the large set of curtains to change, tying the top of her animal print bikini top, she shook her head slightly and knew he had picked such an outfit on purpose. Hands grazing over the skirt gently, she adjusted her boots and moved out from behind the curtain, glancing behind herself for a moment before looking over to him as though to silently ask how she looked.
 
The nod he gave her was one of quiet approval, but the devilish twinkle in his eyes said he couldn't wait to get it off of her. Casually he lifted the back of her skirt as he had done when he first met her, and gave the same nod that he had given. "Excellent work," he told the seamstress before taking Ibiza by the arm and leading her out of the shop. "So has the wyvern been attacking every night?" he asked plainly, walking with her down the main street and giving a stare to anyone who glanced Ibiza's way.
 
The smooth skin of her stomach exposed while her breasts filled out the bikini top, the black skirt flared out slightly, despite it being short enough to barely brush over the top of her thighs. Looking back when he raised her skirt again, the young woman again had to keep herself from laughing before letting him guide her out with force from the shop. Glancing to the side when he asked if the wyvern had been attacking every night, she shook her head softly and disregarded the stares that were directed toward her young body, boots guiding her along as she responded, " Maybe three times in a week. Sometimes it's in a row. If he attacked every night, then they would have better chances of stopping it, " Although something about with the way today was going left her feeling as though another attack would happen tonight, when the villagers went into their slumber.
 
"You won't be helping me," he told her, "Not yet. You've got the makings of a fine warrior from the way you handled that axe, but you're nowhere near ready enough to handle a wyvern. They're like the dumb cousins of dragons, barely smart enough to talk when they need to and interested in nothing more than eating and hoarding treasure. If those fools had brought you to the wyvern instead of me you'd be digesting and no good would have befallen this town at all."

Quite suddenly he changed topics, "Where are your parents?" It might have been rude, but the way the men in the tavern had greeted her and the fact that she had been chosen as a sacrifice left him with a lingering question.
 
Looking up when he stated that she wouldn't be helping him, if she wasn't going to help him then that meant he was going to leave her in the forest by herself? Eyes growing wide for a moment at the thought, she figured he probably had a plan or something for that part too, looking in the direction that they had come from earlier to go and 'pick up' her new weapon. A fine warrior? Please. She was quite sure she'd hit that target on shear accident, however listening to him explain what could have happened if she'd have been introduced so to speak to the wyvern, her eyes widened themselves again, " Gracious. " Ibiza was easily a bit more satisfied that she had been left for a dragon.

However, when he asked where her parents were, she winced softly, she knew he wasn't just going to let the question go because he had asked it so sternly. " I don't know. I got left here. " Easily, it could be seen that she looked nothing like the people around here, their pale skin contrasting with her warm skin tone, her figure rarely matching up to one of the other girl's twig figures.
 
Aisom nodded, it seemed that was the only answer he needed for the moment. "We'll take up rooms at the inn," he informed her. "We need to be ready at a moment's notice to attack, so somewhere in town will be best, unless you already have your own place." He looked at her questioningly, curious of her living situation.
 
Still slightly adjusting to this outfit he had put her in, she shifted the skirt for a moment before hearing him mention something about taking rooms in the inn. Rooms? Yeah right. Again hearing him using plural words, such as 'we', if she wasn't going to help him in the attack then why say we? Knowing that the tavern faced out toward the village and toward the forest as well. That was often where the creature came from at night, looking up at him when he mentioned her own place. " I live above the tavern. " Nodding her head toward it, the large establishment of the village was obviously one of the finer points, large in its size and oddly enough, housing Ibiza.
 
His hand slipped under her skirt and squeezed one of her ass cheeks. With a grin her growled to her, "Let us make haste to your room, then. I can hardly resist you in that outfit." Sex was a wonderful way to relax before battle- not that he needed an excuse with a little vixen like this. She seemed almost as if she would let him fuck her at any time and any place… almost, in any case. A sudden urge to take her here in the middle of the street came and was driven off. He would not dishonor Ibizia by embarrassing her in such a way, he was not his father.

His manner was slowly relaxing as they walked together. No longer did he glare, growl, and snarl at every passerby. Instead he nodded amiably, and he even smiled at one excited young child- too young to be scared but just old enough to be excited by the presence of the giant dragon man.
 
Feeling his hand creep, rather skillfully she might add, beneath her skirt to grip just slightly at her ass, Ibiza rolled her eyes at him only to laugh at the sound of him growling. She knew that with her room being at the top of the tavern, anyone hearing their events would be quite the strain unless they were sincerely listening for it. " Naughty, " She said softly, shaking her head in a mock scolding way at him as they moved through the village. Eyes venturing down to the excited child, she herself couldn't help but smile as well, not because the child was so excited, but because Aisom had smiled at him in return; Adorable. Knowing not to say that out loud, for the sake of keeping his ego up, Ibiza moved toward the tavern and slid through the doubled doors. Instead of moving straight through, the young woman turned and moved up a stair case, knowing he could see up her skirt with each step she took, turning through another set of doors, the large space was obviously accompanied by the young woman.
 
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