The Dragon and Her [The Lord and the Lady]

[Lord Dakol]

The day was yet calm. Wind blew gently through the wide forests and over the lakes, carrying off the aroma of the flowers, thus creating a sweet smell almost everywhere in the countryside. The sun was beginning to rise, signaling the start of the morning Sorin Dracynos.

He was a large, instinctively-fearsome Dragon, with a body of dark green flesh, the scales smooth and hard with a glimmer from the light. Sorin's blood-red eyes scanned the horizon for a meal, licking his teeth and maw with a very long forked tongue. Sorin stood at 24 feet in height, the natural weight in his bones and scales make his body extremely heavy. Along the top of his head to the end of his tail is a large fin that acted as his family's crest, though it was severely ruined and burned. Another scar ran from the top of his left eye to the bottom, making him very distinctive from others of his kind.

A succulent smell wafted into his nostrils, bringing back memories of cooked meat and water, a meal he hadn't had in so long. The village to the west a miles from where he was located was awake, it seemed. He could hear the collective noises clearly, and his mouth turned up into a smile. It has been a long time since he was in the presence of humans. Despite the record of blood that his kind had against humans, Sorin was always peaceful, and liked to think of himself as the guardian of said village.

But they were the only company he had. There were no female dragons in the territory, and there was no human women that would take an interest in one of his kind. So he was not alone, but he was always lonely. Without a word, Sorin outstretched his brilliant emerald wings and took off into the sky, quickly heading towards the village. Once he was a few minutes away, Sorin landed in between the trees. From there, he began to steadily walk to the village, wanting to change just before he arrived.

Sorin was, despite his frame and weight, was very graceful and light in his steps, only making light vibrations in the ground as he watched the village through the trees. His skin color allowed him to blend in with the surroundings quite nicely, able to move past the trees quickly in order to find a nearby house.

Once he did, the large dragon closed his eyes. The flesh bubbled and morphed, concentrating on his goal of being a human. A light growl of pain was released when his skeleton began to shrink, and his skin changed its pigment and shape. The wings and fin receded into his body as he grew smaller and smaller, leaving behind his emerald flesh in favor of semi-long golden hair that fell around his firm, calm face, change to tanned skin. His eyes stayed virtually the same as his dragon form, although the color was lighter, and the scar is ran larger and longer, which now went from the top of his eye to the bottom of his chest.

Now he stood a five feet and eleven inches, and weighed much less than his dragon counterpart. However, he was currently stark-naked. Sighing softly, Sorin ran past the trees and quickly went towards the nearest cabin, finding an open window and climbing inside. He needed clothes. The young man hurried throughout, attempting to find a pair of pants and shirt before anyone came in. Luckily, he found a pair of pants and a soft linen, long-sleeved shirt that opened at the collar a bit, only showing a bit of the scar that went down his chest.

Going out the window once more, Sorin walked into the woods, wanting to find food for himself before he went into the village. He found a few apple trees and took a couple, but continued on in order to find animal prey, unaware that he was about to stumble upon a human...

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Gabriella had taken to waking early in the morning and venturing out into the forest. With eyes as green as the lush forest canopy, she gather a few various fruit and herbs in her basket before coming up to the creek imbedded in the heart of the forest. Various animals did live about but the girl dared to do something wild. No other soul linger about. Her basket was sat upon the ground and the young woman untied the laces of her simple gown and the fabric pooled at her feet as ti dropped. All of her underwear was stripped off and her nude form was licked by the wind as a breeze blew by.

Sun kissed skin adorned her figure. A slender curve to her hips and generous mounds upon her chest. Shapely legs carried the girl to the flowing water's edge. The water was certainly cool, but nothing that she could not handle. Auburn locks cascaded about her shoulders and to the very center of her back and chest. Her petite feet carried her on until she was submerged up to her waist in the flowing waters. Her hands took a dunk beneath the water's surface and cupped the water and poured it upon her bare chest.

A smile tugged at the corner of her soft pink lips as she rinsed off her arms and her hands glided upon the water slickened surface of her bust, stomach, and pelvis before fully submerging herself in the water for a few seconds. The village maiden reemerged with her hair plastered to her skin and water dripping down her form as she walked back onto the land. She brought a linen towel and dried herself off rather quickly. The taut peaks upon her chest teased by the breeze that cooled her damp flesh before she slipped into her clothes once more.

She kept her slippers off and sat on the back and simple submerged her feet in the water. Pulling up the hem of her dress to keep it from getting wet. The emerald eyed girl had spent the last few days working hard on the fields and earned herself a time of leisure. An red apple was plucked from her basket and she leaned back upon the palm of one hand and began snacking in the fruit while thinking she was well enough alone. Gabriella was a single, hard working girl who worked a small wheat farm.

The girl was well eyed, but no one truly won her heart over. Even some of the older ladies said that the selection of men was lovely right now, but no one struck her eye. She figured, that someone would come along and sweep her off her feet one day. A second bite was taken out of the apple as she look at the canopy above. The light of the sun piercing through the branches and shining rays of light here and there.

The girl seemed lost in her thoughts. Her hair was still damp and hung lower this way. The sweet heart neckline teased with a glimpse of her bountiful bust. Always with a small ruby gem nestled in the valley of her bust that hung from a simple necklace around her neck. By now, half the apple was gone and she heard the hustle and bustle of the other people going about their usual business. Working hard to try and make a living. Gabriella was doing rather well on her own. No mother or father to speak of and her only brother was married and had moved afar after she promised him that she would be all right. Every now and then she got a message from him, and that kept her satisfied.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Although Sorin was now in his human form, every single of his six senses were still extremely heightened: hearing, sight, smell, touch, taste, and as well as the one that alerted him to danger beforehand. His feet quietly padded through the woods, touching each tree he passed just lightly, taking in the scent of the various fruits that were around, and the blood that ran through the veins of the animals. He heard their calls and shuffling of paws before he saw them, and darted forward for a few minutes, smelling something new, unique. His eyes widened in realization at the smell; it was a human. And not just any human, but a young female.

He stopped just short of the river, hiding himself between the collection of bushes as he crouched low, his eyes narrowing intently. Sorin looked at the female and smiled; she was extraordinarily beautiful. Even when she was clothed, he could tell that she was lovely, but his concentration was on those eyes. Bright emerald eyes much like his true form had. It was incredible, and so it urged him to lie in wait to see what would happen. His heartbeat quickened as she undressed, exposing her perfect, curved form. As Sorin thought, she was as young as his human form was, as her lovely frame was not marred by any scars or wrinkles, unlike the long, hideous scar on his body.

Sorin was forced to swallow his saliva, panting softly as he gazed at her round, taut ass and soft but firm-looking breasts. He closed his eyes, controlling the eternal beast within as she bathed herself. Then, becoming determined, he nodded to himself and stood, retreating from the hiding spot in order to find another place enter.

A few minutes later, he found just the spot and made sure enough of the scar was covered up, though the thick, rough scar tissue on his eyes was clearly visible. He took a deep breath and walked forward, heading towards the river a little bit away from the female, acting as if he didn't see her there. He crouched low again and scooped up the cool water, splashing himself in the face and running his hands through his long sun-bleached hair.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Gabby sat in thought and was halfway through her apple when she heard a noise that resembled a splash. Her attention was caught as she sat upright and looked down the riverbed. She was rather shocked to see a person not too far from her. It seemed as though he didn't even know she was here. An animal was what she was expecting, not another person. Green orbs took advantage of his lack of knowledge of her presence and the color of his hair certainly caught her attention and next was his age. He seemed to be near her age. And here she thought that she was the only person to wander into the woods. She did not see a bow, so he was not a hunter. She saw no weapons, from what she could see. Come to think of it... she did not recognize him at all. The village was small enough, that Gabriella knew everyone. Well almost everyone. She certainly would have noted him if he lived in the village.

Curiosity was eating at her. Was he just wandering about the forest? Was he lost? Homeless? A fugitive? Her imagination ran on a wild tandem as it often did. He seemed harmless and this was the only thing she had to go off of. Her petite feet were pulled from the water and dried off before she slipped her flat close toed slippers back on. She picked up her basket and held it in both hands before her and cautiously walked over to the man. Taking great care not to startle him. "Hello." Her voice was sweet and non threatening as she spoke. "I thought I was the only one who ventured out here so early in the day." She stood a good three feet from him with a lax smile upon her lips.

The wind teased at her hair and she ended up tucking it back behind her ear and over one shoulder. "I do not think I have seen you in the village before. Are you a traveler?" He curiousness sounded in her voice. His scar would surprise her, but it proved no deterrent. A bundle of nerves were swallowed as she stood there talking to the stranger. All the while taking in his appearance and his calm demeanor.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Though his face was the visage of a calm ocean, inside his feelings were jumbled, making him internally nervous as he splashed water over his face. Sorin wondered if she would notice him, and if she did, what would she did? Walk over? Call out to him? Or scream and call for help? Fortunately, it was the former as he heard her footfalls nearing him, but didn't react until she stopped and spoke. His dark green eyes flickered up to hers, catching her smile as she talked to him. Once she finished, he allowed a small smile to crease his lips, nodding to her.

"Greetings, ma'am. I apologize if I disturbed you," he said, though in reality he was not sorry at all, and in fact glad that she came over. It wasn't every day that a girl would walk up to a pure stranger. "I come into the village once in a blue moon, to make sure that the village is guarded properly, but yes, you could say that I am a traveler. But the feeling is the same; I've never seen you before." He was being honest; for some reason, he had never laid eyes on her before now.

"My name is Sorin; what is yours, my lady?" he inquired, standing up to his full height and extending his hand for her to shake.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

His manners were nice and a bit of her nervousness eased away a bit. So he was a traveler. Easily explaining why she had never seen him around the village before. "There is no need to apologize. And my name is Gabriella. " She was hesitant for a second to take his hand, but there seemed to be no harm in the man. Her petite hand reached out and took his into her own. A lax smile upon her soft lips.

"Care for an apple? I have plenty." She figured that if he was a traveler then he was probably hungry. I was just a simple gesture. "So... you are interested in the safety of our village? Who so if you do not live here. I am grateful you show concern for our village, I am just curious." She looked down at her dress and straightened out the skirt with the hand that was not holding the basket. His scar did not go unnoticed.

She would not question him about it. She was sure the tale behind it was either tragic or exciting in some manner and if her wished to tell her, then so be it. Until then, she left it alone.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Sorin noticed that she paused, carefully wondering if he was dangerous or not, but in a moment, she shook his firm, calloused hand. He resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss her hand, but smiled happily when she offered an apple. He had already eaten quite a few apples, but his appetite was the same as his dragon form. "I would love one, Gabriella," he replied.

When she asked why he was interested in the protection of her home, Sorin did not answer right away, mainly because it was hard to explain. "You can say . . . that it is my life to safeguard this village. It is my only job, and I would not trade it for anything," he explained, though there was a bit more to it. At birth, a dragon of his kind is given a village to protect when they come of age, and Sorin was no exception. He lived around the area for more than a century, flying the skies to attack any force that tried to harm its people.

He watched as she glanced at his scar and flinched, just slightly. The origin of the wound was horrendous, and just thinking about what he lost made him shudder in fear. Shaking off the feeling, Sorin looked at Gabriella. "Would you like me to walk you back to you village, Gabriella?" asked Sorin, crossing his arms as he waited for her reply.

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

She reached into her little basket and plucked a nice looking red apple and handed it to him as he spoke of his job of guarding the village. It certainly was odd, but nothing to freak out about. She turned for a moment and looked over her shoulder. For a moment she thought she had heard something.

He then offered to take her back to the village. She actually deemed the act safer than sorry. "Actually, yes, that is... if you were already heading to the village. If not, then I would not wish to impose. Maybe I can get you something to drink when we get back. My home is just on the out skirt of the center. It is the least I could do for a village protector." She dawned a casual smile as she turned and began walking.

The young girl's curiosity was not completely sated. Maybe she had just made a new friend. Who knows? "Do you have a family, if I may ask." She did not wish to get too invasive into his personal life. "My brother just moved afar to be with his wife and he left the farm to me. Thankfully it is all going well so far." She realized that she had not let the man get a word in edge wise. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I just can't seem to stop talking."

 

[Lord Dakol]

Sorin took the apple gratefully, biting into the side and tasting the juicy innards. Juice trickled down his chin, but he paid it no paid at that moment to chew his bite. When she looked over her shoulder, he frowned slightly and looked in the same direction. His ears picked up the soft padding of an animal, but just then he was too distracted by Gabriella's presence and the apple in his hand.

"A drink would be lovely, my lady," he answered, smiling softly and taking another bite of the fruit. Sorin turned and followed her, consuming the apple to the core, then waited until they walked past a bit of soft dirt, then kneeled, dug a small hole, placed the core inside, and covered it back up before walking after her.

The topic of a family came up, making Sorin frown, the scar making his appearance and bit grotesque. Yes, he did have a family long ago, but anymore. Nor did he miss them, or the humiliation he was given at their command. "My family died a few years ago . . ." he whispered, closing his eyes and refusing to speak anymore as they walked. "No, it's all right, Gabriella. I enjoy listening to you."

 

[Lady Bloody Ava]

Maybe she was being naive, but he seemed very nice. While turning your back to a stranger that you knew little to nothing about, was a rather dangerous thing at these times, she just had this gut feeling. She turned as he paused and she watched as he buried the core of the apple. It was something she had not seen anyone do. Of course she knew why he had done it. But the fact that he thought of such a thing only had her trusting him even more.

No man she knew would ever even think of doing such a simple and thoughtful thing. It only made her smile grow a little bit more before she turned and continued leading the way. It was disheartening to hear that his family had died. Her parents had taken ill when she was younger and passed on. Her brother raised her until he fell in love with a foreign traveler and left with her. He had done enough by raising her and he needed to live a life of his own.

They approached the edge of the forest and people were all abuzz and walking about to the center market, while others were working hard. The slamming of metal against metal as the smith did his work. The smell of freshly baked bread wafting in the air. It was a rather homey little village. She approached a wooden home on the edge of the village and held out a hand and guided him inside. There were a few windows and the house was not that big. Considering it was for a small family and now it was only her. She gestured at the wooden table where he could sit as she walked over and fetched some water and poured him a tankard while placing the apples in a basket and placing them in the center of the table.

It was odd having company here. "You may be one of the reasons my home hasn't been taken over. With my brother not here, I thought that there was nothing stopping a man from walking through that door and taking me as he saw fit. A rather frightening thought. I couldn't sleep for days when my brother left." It was a rather depressing thought, but her thoughts were just leaking out through her mouth. "So... thank you. Do you live far from here?"