Dawn of a Darker Dragon (pussyliquor/bedlam)

[bedlam_beauty]

Dressel groaned as the burden of his own weight finally left his wings. He landed just outside of a cave perched high into a mountain face, looking over a good chunk of land. The closest thing to it, however, was a small village just a quick swoop away. Dressel laid his head down and considered the sunset just to his left. A pillar of smoke was cutting through the orange orb in the sky, a lingering reminder of his now destroyed den. Mothers, fathers, cubs, all slaughtered. And for what? Being dragons? His den had never set foot on human land! Then again, most humans believed that all land was their land. Scoffing, Dressel scanned the village again. He’d always been a peaceful dragon, but now that his brethren’s blood stained his scale and mingled with scars and soot, peaceful was the last thing he wanted to be right now.

He lifted his head, the massive thing craning upwards on a ten foot long neck. The last of the sun’s rays glinted off his dirty scales, giving him a dark, rusted aura. He splayed his wings out, the orange inner webbing frayed and singed. They enhanced his dark aura, filtering dull orange hues over his body. His great tail swung, beating against the side and the bottom of the entrance. The thick beat resonated through Dressel’s body and into the air. He licked his chops, his flesh finding the normally soothing saliva very disagreeable today.

Opening his maw, he let out a warning roar. Low and deep, it carried on the waves from the cave and descended into the village. It shook the thatched roof houses and scattered chickens from their coop. The giant red dragon was a sight to behold high in the mountainside, white teeth sullied with ash and dirt.

This was his dawn, the dawn of a darker dragon.

 

[bedlam_beauty]

((Decisions, decisions. Man, this is more difficult than I thought!))

Dressel purred, pleased with this array. Each girl had given a unique and admirable reaction. Up until then, only elders had ever seen him this close and, now that he was thinking about it, had been the only company he'd ever employed since his den was killed. Dressel waved the aforementioned elder away with his tail. His jaw worked slowly as he spoke, his voice deep and mature, "Be away with thee. Your village will know soon enough if this is an adequate offering to me. Now be gone!"

Now he turned his attention to the girls. There were two very mature and two very young girls, each of them possessing features desirable to a dragon of his tastes.

"Look upon me now, children." Dressel said, the words moving quicker than his mouth suggested he used some form of telepathy instead of regular vocal speech. He folded one paw over the other, gold eyes glinting with mirthful deviance, "As you will be delicious sacrifices for me."

 

[bedlam_beauty]

Dressel was taken aback by one of the young girl's approach, but he smiled (as best as a dragon can) and allowed her this. His scale were much more pristine now then they had been when he'd first arrived, so a little lavishing over them wouldn't be too bad. He chuckled at the more mature girls' comments and snaked his head down to meet Selene's face, "You have quite a fire in you, my dear."

Tilting his head, he motioned towards his cave. The interior was dressed up with spoils from other villages and kingdoms, with soft places for humans to sleep and a lush pallet of gold for his own body, "Please, young offerings, come inside. Make yourselves comfortable."

 

[bedlam_beauty]

"Then don't consider yourself a victim, my dear." Dressel replied sincerely, "More of an... honoured guest. Won't you grace us with your presence?"

He turned his head slowly, the rest of his body following suit as he stood and joined the girls inside. He laughed shortly at the girls as they tried to settle in and make the best of their situation. His body shook the floor of the cave as he walked. It took him a few good minutes to get his entire, twenty foot by thirty foot body into the place and onto his pile of gold. The shiny coins and trinkets shimmered as they skittered down each other under his weight. Between his bed of gold and the human luxuries was a long fire pit, sectioned of into crude rotisseries and stoves and ovens made of worked stone, "Do any of you fine ladies cook?"

Dressel could barely keep himself tame. The smell of young virgin flesh was sweet and enticing, favored by many dragons. He'd never had it himself, and yet, eating them (at least in one sense) was not this particular dragon's intention. Nevertheless, that smell was enough to drive any dragon mad and it wouldn't be long before the dragon's tail was an insufficient censor to his growing want.

 

[bedlam_beauty]

"You'll have to forgive the uncleanliness of it," Dressel replied, slowly tilting his head to point out a direction, "But your elders brought me a number of slaughtered cows the other night. They're sitting over there, by that small stream."

Besides a small, clearly handmade (claw-made?) stream sat three cows, killed and tied up into neat, clean packages. Dressel then looked to Selene, whom he felt would be the most fun to eventually break and said, "Join her in preparing the meals, my dear. It will give you something to do other than scowling and plotting against me all night."

Another deep chuckle rumbled in his chest at his own joke. Turning his attention to the two youngest, he lowered his head to their level. Playfully, he interjected as his tail encircled them, "A pair of princesses such as yourselves seem to be in just the right place, being held against your young wills by a 'mean, old' dragon!"