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The Turning Tables.(Wingshadow-DK)

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DarkenedKnight

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The monster hunting had become a common and celebrated profession in the land of Alendade, if a man lived long enough, he would make some kind of a name for himself. Many a coward made their living killing cellar dwelling monsters for widows and the elderly. In order to be truly hailed as a hero, however, the only place to be was the outlying borders, the wild lands. In those frontier villages, all manner of monsters emerged from the mountains and forests that loomed over the small towns, that was where glory lived.

There was one village that promised the greatest glory of all, but only for the bravest of men, since every hunter that dared to try and slay the devious monster that assailed the people of Mittilagart either fled or were never seen again.
Those who survived only ever spoke of one thing, its eyes. They could see a human like inteligence behind them, waiting and watching for a moment to strike. What ever it was, it only targeted able bodied men that worked at a nearby mine. Supposedly the whole place was rich in gold, iron and gems, so men from all around kept flocking to the village, despite the risks, all of them sure that they could handle the beast.

Because the monster was so cunning, most smart hunters learned to stay away, instead choosing to tackle the more common, dumb beasts.
Every so often, however, a young foolish man would venture up to Mittilagart to find fortune...

The latest fool was named Ansgar, a young man who was known for his trapping skills but not much else. He had gained some repute from his spectaular rescue of a farming village that was being assailed by a horde of boar like monsters. Because of that one feat alone, he felt like he had the brains to conquer what ever the monster was.

One cold day, The tall, brown haired man marched in to the village and started his search.
 
The village lay empty and wasted, the distant howl of the wind through the broken slats of a wooden fence serving as a clear reminder that humans were not welcome in this desolate place. Each step Ansgar took brought him closer to the abandoned dwelling whose only permanent residents appeared to be the ghosts of other foolish adventurers. The stone road, costly when it was constructed, was jagged and uneven from when the earth moved below it and disturbed the rocks, giving it a crooked appearance as it wandered about between the houses and whistling emptiness which hung about in the air like an ill omen. Even the trees had a somewhat foreboding look to them, and although they were old and yet living they glared at the human intruder as if his presence alone were disturbing their slumber. Yet, not a single creature, feral or not, showed itself to him... For now, at least.

There was one who yet lived within this broken and forsaken place, the scales on her body being a brilliant bright yellow and black like the colors of a hornet or a venomous reptile. Her eyes were intense and calculating, possessing the wisdom of generations upon generations of her ancestors which had protected these lands with their very lives. Now, it was her turn to take upon herself the duty of withholding this village from the human threat which now encroached upon the place which she called home. She moved soundlessly across the ground, not even disturbing a pebble as she slid along the grasses, being careful to keep herself well out of sight of even his peripheral vision. Peering out from behind a crate, she caught her first glimpse of the man... His strong appearance, proud bearing, and brown hair did little to impress the young lamia, and after coiling up her body below herself she awaited a moment to strike.
 
It was as if the world conspired to steal his courage from him, the town felt like the shadow of death itself, the wind whipped around angrily and robbed him of his hearing. Though his eyes did there very best to see everything, he knew he had to have missed something. There was no evidence of fighting, no burned homes or crushed walls on any of the houses...
What did that mean...
The thoughts rolled around in Ansgar's head as he peered into the abandoned structures hoping to find bones or dried blood stains caked to the walls. Anything that would give him some where to start. As it stood, he couldn't begin to imagine where the attacks even came from. The once immaculate road had fallen to total ruin and there was not even a trace of armor or weapons of any kind, so it seemed that the place had been simply abandoned.
A shiver clung to the hunters body like the chill in the fall air, he was beginning to worry that what ever did this was nearly as smart as a human, if not moreso.
Since the place was quite abandoned, Ansgar decided that he would make camp inside one of the still intact buildings and see what he could find the next day. His trip had been quite taxing with out a horse to carry his gear and his back complained with every step he took. The heavy bundle on his back threatened to crush him despite the lean muscle supporting him so he quickly made his way to the village square and found the inn and pub. The large hall would provde an excellent staging area and, hopefully, there might be some mead or larger forgotten in the cellar to ease his nerves that night.
With practiced quickness, the man set traps in every window, door and hall to protect his sleep from any assailants, set out his bedroll, flat as it was, and went to fitful sleep, ignoring any possibility of mead that night because his body and mind ached for rest.
 
She could see his heat through the walls of the building, walking to and fro as he set up his traps. The foolish human thought he could ensnare her in such a manner? Did he believe he was up against mere brute beasts? Such insolence and utter foolery, that he thought he could prevent his demise in such a manner. She slid soundlessly across the earth, drawing near to the hall as she clambered up the walls toward the roof of the building. She stripped away a section of roofing and slipped inside, making her way along the rafters toward where she knew he lay below. After silently peeling away a few wooden boards, she dropped soundlessly onto the floor beside him, her wide, glowing eyes scanning his body for any sign of movement before attempting to wrap him up in her iron-clad coils. No creature on the planet could break out of such a tight grip, the muscles of a fully mature lamia able to break stone and bend iron. She spoke not a word to him... for what word needed to be spoken to this man, one of many which desired to ravage her lands and kill her kindred.
 
Years of training, and brutal beatings, had toughened Ansgar's body to make up for his lack of fighting prowess. As the Lamia constricted around him, the trapper flew to awareness and tried to draw a small daggar before his hand went completely numb. He gasped raggedly as he wondered in panic at how he had been so completely caught unaware--he would later blame it on the arduous journey, if he lived.
His fist closed on the slender hilt of the iron daggar and roughly twisted it so that the point dragged along the monsters skin, hopefully discouraging it from killing him long enough to scare it off, or kill it if he could.
 
The Lamia seemed mildly amused that he was putting up much of a fight at all, as some of the others which had ventured this far and met their fate at her coils had approached the same situation much differently. A band of men had descended upon the village at one point, and had somehow managed to catch her while she slept, having approached her soon after she had shed so she was somewhat groggy. Although initially somewhat frightened at her appearance, they soon lost their sense of awe and instead attempted to rape her, passing her among each other while touching and savoring her soft, tender skin. As soon as she collected herself from the shock, however, they met their fate much like those that went before... cowering and crying out for mercy.

She knew better than to give this man even a moment of hesitance, but his tenacity even in the face of doom impressed her enough to give him a few words, "Human... Why did you come here, knowing full well what awaited you?"
 
"If I had known I would encounter....you...I should think I would have been content to life as a nobody!" He exclaimed, in shock at seeing what looked to be a woman with the body of a snake. The drunken tales that sent him on his seeingly ill fated journey had described a monsterous four leged thing that cried like a human and killed men either with madness or its gigantic paw, crushing the poor souls to death. That he thought he could trap, handle like any other dog or cat that had become rabid.
This...being...was something entirely different. He could not bring himself to destroy such a lovely creature, no matter the payment. Unfortunately, whatever it was, it clearly had no such issues....
A small terrified smile broke across Ansgar's clean shaven face as he tried to figure out a way to retreat as quickly as possible. The door was quite blocked by--what appeared to be a--her and there were no windows in the ratty, unkempt room. Escape was out of the question.
"I did not come to kill you...at least, I don't think I have..." he said hoping she would understand the meaning behind his words.
 
"What do you mean, human? What other reason could you have come to this desolate place than to kill me and take possession of this land for your own purposes?" the lamia blinked twice, genuinely confused by his choice of words, "Humans have no respect for even other humans... They crush and destroy those which are too weak to defend themselves while, stealing, raping, and pillaging. They fear that which they cannot control, only respecting that which they are incapable of defeating by their own power."

She had ceased tightening her coils at this point, as this man seemed incapable of doing her harm at this point. Honestly, she was starting to become a bit bored of the constant emptiness of this place... Perhaps she could keep him around as a pet or something along those lines, in order to stave away the dullness. The only worry that she had in her mind is that he might betray her if given the chance, but there were ways to ensure loyalty.

"Tell me, human... If that was not the reason why you came here, why did you journey to this place?" she granted him an amused smile, sliding her human upper-half closer to him and laying her right hand upon his which held the dagger.
 
What ever she was, she certainly knew humans very well. The young mans cheeks burned with the shame of recognition-- his peoples misdeeds weighed heavily on his head as she spoke.
He gazed at her worryingly amused smile, wondering if she was just toying with him before he died.
As her right hand slid along his left, he became terrified at the possibility of dying in her mortal embrace, he could do nothing with the daggar anymore and movement was impossible. All that was left was to answer her questions.

"I came to learn about, and trap the thing that killed everyone. I rarely kill anything myself...most call me a coward for it." If he was going to die, at least this beautiful snake-woman should know he existed.
"This place had so much promise for the widowed and destitute. As you may know wars have ravaged much of my peoples towns and destroyed scores of men. Most that are left are widows or old men, far past their prime. They have few prospects but a wetched life and a lonely death, until they heard of the treasure this land held." As much as he knew that there were men who would only exploit this land, he hoped that there would still be a new life for his people.
"When I heard of the misfortune, I simply had to help. From what I had learned, I decided that I could relocate the animal that killed so many. I see now that I had things wrong...they must have been assailing you to no end, as is their nature." There was no regret in his voice, just the understanding that his life was at an end.
 
His words were certainly unanticipated, as he claimed to have no intention of actually harming her. Usually humans sought to destroy creatures which threatened them, yet this man did not seem to be possessed with the spirit of destruction like the others before him... Perhaps he was telling the truth, or he simply had the wisdom to understand that placating her held the only possibility of survival.

"You came here to trap me and take me to some distant place, did you?" the lamia laughed, "I have never heard of such a foolhardy plan... Perhaps I should keep you instead of killing you, human, as a show of good will. Its not every day that I get the opportunity to spend time with such an amusing fellow."

She reached over and grasped his shoulders in her tight grasp while her lower body began to loosen around him so as to allow him greater freedom of movement. She did not release him, however, as she highly suspected he would simply bolt if she gave him the opportunity... No, she needed to ensure that he stayed right here. The last thing she needed was him spreading stories about her true form and nature.

Her coils remained around his legs, but he was now free to sit up. The lamia took this opportunity, however, to slide herself up against his chest, pressing her soft breasts onto his body as her gaze darkened slightly from amusement to a more primordial interest. Her hands slid around him and pressed her palms against his back, holding him to herself with a fair amount of strength yet not enough to cause pain.

"Tell me, human... How much do you know about lamia?" she whispered, drawing her face close to his in order to gauge his responses carefully.
 
Fear robbed the young man of any sexual thoughts to the point that even though her soft, warm breasts pressed upon him, he remained flaccid and and unexcited.
His ego burned with her gentle jabs. "I am no fool, I simply don't see the value in killing animals that know no better than to attack!" He snapped irritably as he sat up and faced the woman. Had he taken a moment,he would have found her intensely attractive, but as it stood traces of mortal fear still tinged his blood.
"I am not a toy for amusement...." he very nearly sulked as he pulled a pillow close.
Ansgar frowned at the womans question. A lamia? Surely she meant the mythical goddess of love and steward of the dead...
"I know only the myths...Lamia was the goddess of all consuming love and the maiden of the righteous dead...it was said that she was the defender of women as well. She used her snake like body to swaddle her worshipers and bless them."
 
"Fool or not, I am no mere scared animal who knows nothing better than to meet violence with violence," the lamia shrugged, "You will be what I say you are... You hold no value to me other than as a means to stave away my boredom, so that is what you will be."

She listened intently to his words and the pace of his heartbeat, which betrayed a clinging twinge of fear within him rather than arousal. For now, that would suffice. There was no need to rush into things, after all.

"Very good... You know your mythology very well," she smiled, more softly than before and with less threat in her gaze, "I cannot say where we came from, goddess or otherwise, but my kind are known by the name of lamia. In time past we would hold our lovers in just such a manner as I am holding you now, locked in a pleasant and warm embrace. It is strange how much mankind's perception of lamia has fallen since that time, isn't it?"

The lamia bent forward and licked the left side of his neck with the tip of her tongue, "Tell me... What is your name, human?"
 
"A shame, but as you know mankind is a fickle lot." He groused as he tried to figure out a way that he might retain some measure of freedom in the face of being kept as that woman's play toy.
On the one hand, it was an alluring idea, a life of ease and simplicity, entertaining a woman who had eyes only for him. On the other, however, was a terrifying life of servitude, objectification and loneliness...
Worst of all was the idea of trying to turn her down, he imagined she would be far from pleased if he refused her generous offer.
"Erm...going back to your idea of...keeping me...perhaps you might be convinced to stave off boredom in a more-- adventurous way?" He asked hopefully as he tried very very hard to be honestly friendly.
 
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