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Who's Riding Who? [ARxGG]

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High above a clifftop soared a dragon that had a sort of dirty look to it. This particular dragon however had shown a unique interest in a very interesting human. The specific human that the female dragon had taken an interest in was currently trying to win over the dragon in a show of determination and ferocity. He had come here every day for the last three months trying to wrangle a dragon to the point where he could get it to submit and acknowledge him as a worthy individual to ride. Many times he had failed, and quite a few times he had almost died. One of the four times that he had been tossed off the dragon he was riding he was too far from the cliff face in order to pierce the massive two handed sword into the stone wall and slow his descent. The only thing that saved him was this very uniquely colored and seemingly alone dragon. At first the man thought that he was going to be attacked and eaten by the female dragon, but her actions surprised him. With a quick flick of her tail she sent him careening towards the cliff, which allowed him to stop his fall. From that point forward, the red haired young man focused all his attention on the single dragon who had a very unique color and pattern.

Currently the red haired swordsman was spinning a long metallic chain above his head. He stood on a tree that jutted out the side of the cliff face and angled upward towards the sky. The chain he spun had a loop in it which would tighten if he managed to lasso the chain around the dragons leg or neck. She flew over head of him in tight circles making it difficult for him to judge when to release the chain and try to catch the dragon's leg. "I, CONNOR CROWE WILL CAPTURE YOU TODAY DRAGON!" shouted the red headed man. Connor Crowe was an orphaned child, he was someone who was always looked down upon and never given the proper care or training that other males received. As such he was never allowed to train with appropriate sized swords to his body. He had only ever been able to train with the man's sword who had taken him in. The Captain of the Guard, and a veteran Dragoon had taken Connor under his own wing and decided that it would be best for the boy to not take part in the rigorous activities the other healthy children did. But Connor didn't approve of this, and did his best to learn how to wield a sword in private. The result of this was the ability for Connor to use a sword that was equal to the size of his own body. Shield Buster, the sword on his back was heavy enough that no other man was able to lift it without the use of both hands, and still they struggled. But Connor swung it one handed, and seemingly effortlessly too.

Watching the dragon closely, he observed her beautifully colored wings, and noticed that she turned slightly, enough that it would break her from her tight circle she was flying. Sending the chain flying, Connor felt it uncoiling from around his waist as it soared through the air. She was high enough up that the chain disappeared out of his sight. Then suddenly the chain jerked forward and Connor was torn from the tree. YES! thought Connor, until he looked down at the ground below him. She had taken off flying faster than before, and Connor was starting to second guess his decision of trying to catch her in mid-flight. Slowly, bit by bit, Connor climbed up the chain towards the body of the dragon which he discovered as he got closer and closer. Was a little bit smaller in frame then he originally thought she was. But he also realized that she was extremely strong at flying, and her back was heavily built with muscle to support rapid speeds that other dragons couldn't dream of exceeding or even reaching with their size.

"YOU! WILL! BE! MINE!" Connor screamed out as the dragon took him for a ride.
 
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She knew she shouldn't have saved this poor soldier's ass a while back from her fellow dragon. Ever since the incident her tail had helped push him towards the cliff face and end up saving his puny life, the human hadn't left her alone, bent on harassing her day after day, week after week! And finally, she'd just about had it. Circling in the air, she'd meant to have burned him alive with her molten flame she could project from her jaw. However, a dragon couldn't simply waste the precious energy needed to do so and be able to stay in the air for long. And flight was something of her specialty that no other dragon could ever even hope to compare to. With a lean body covered in sharp and dangers crimson scales, and a unique wing pattern and a web-like structure of strong muscles, she stood out from the crowd.

Saria was such a simple name for a dragon, but it was one that she cherished from her birthmother, the one who laid her egg long ago. She was young for a dragon, only a few decades old at around 60 yet quite wise beyond her years. However, she was no philosophical being and left the pondering and the contemplation to those more aptly suited for it. For her, she was more of a warrior. Constantly getting in battles with other, larger male dragons over territory and often participating in silence in the mortal battles of humans over the ages. Like many of her specific species, she could morph into a human. Standing at a powerful five foot eleven and sporting a fair coat of armor on most occasions, she was quite the character. Sure, she enjoyed meddling in the deeds of humanity but she preferred her original, draconic self.

But now she sorely wished she had just let this insignificant jerk die on the side of that cliff. She could feel the fire in her throat and the smoke in her nostrils, tail thrashing somewhat in mid air as she banked and went into a spiral, wings tucked close to her body. She snarled and roared, making her displeasure known to this brash hero. Saria was not just some animal to be ridden like the dumb beasts of the wild, like horses.
 
It was only when the female dragon banked hard and dove into a spiral that Connor had been given the opportunity to shorten his distance he would have to travel. The chain gained some slack, and while he fell due to her drastically changing directions, he still held the chain. Using the slack in the chain, he forced it to spiral and he directed the loop he formed to catch around her head as she came back around in the downward spiral that she had switched up into. The loop perfectly slipped around her neck, and Connor yanked hard on the chain. He knew it wasn't going to be hard enough to do any damage to the thick scaled beast. But the tug was hard enough to send him flying in her direction. Right before he could land on the dragon's back, she kept in her spiral but moved faster, thus he missed her and fell further under the dragon. However the red headed young man was more determined than ever before to make this work.

Dangling dangerously below the dragon as she spiraled towards the ground, Connor had an idea, a crazy idea but an idea nevertheless. Drawing out his massive blade, Connor wrapped the chain around his legs then hung from it upside down. Taking his blade and wrapping the chain tightly around it, he withdrew from a pouch on his hip a throwing spike and jammed it through the links, locking the sword in place. Unraveling his legs from the chain, Connor stepped down on the blade with one foot, and tested to see if the spike would hold his weight with the chain wrapped around the blade. Once he determined it sturdy enough he put all his weight on the blade of his massive sword and looked up. He only had fifteen feet or so to go until he reached the dragon's body. Waiting for the dragon to spin around so that Connor was below the dragon, he knew the only way to successfully get aboard the dragon was to jump off and into her blind spot while he was below her so that when she went down, he would be able to catch the chain again and slide down it to her neck.

As the opportunity arose, Connor put his plan into action and jumped with all his might. The force of his jump was held by the spike and the sword didn't slide out. But the chain did snap afterwards, however Connor was already air born. His sword flung dangerously towards the ground, and as she spiraled downward still, he went up passed her body. Reaching out, Connor gripped the chain and wrapped it around his wrist giving another hard pull he yanked himself to the dragon's neck. Landing with an OOMPH!, Connor quickly wrapped both hands under the chain and straddled the dragon's neck holding on for dear life. "YAAA-HOOOO!!" He shouted out.
 
Saria couldn't believe it. The human had just pulled quite the acrobatic stunt and managed to land on her neck, now securely placed there by the chain. And she couldn't have that, not ever. Defiance began to well up in her body and set almost every limb on fire, knowing for a fact she did not wish to spend the rest of her days, or this human's, being his little pet. Just before she hit the ground, her powerful wings flared on either side of her, the air tearing at her muscles with the sudden resistance. Her body rose quickly up into the air in one huge arc, a mighty roar rolling from her throat and between her teeth. Her scales almost bristled on end. This is NOT how she would go down. A dragon's pride and sense of honor were everything, and being ridden by a lowly human would be worse than being forced to live in exile. This was slavery!

A loud and booming female voice filled the air, feral in likeness and almost ancient in tone. "Human, you WILL release me or I shall tear you from my back and wet the ground with your blood!" She couldn't stand this whatsoever, and as her body began to climb to new heights, the air thinned. She was hoping his lungs weren't as powerful as hers were, and that he would begin to gasp for air and beg for mercy, maybe even fall to his death as they were several hundred feet in the air already. Below them, the mountains themselves were were growing smaller to the eye, though the peaks were still about their elevation.
 
As the dragon bombed towards the ground, Connor held on for dear life. He knew that the dragon wouldn't take such an impact as would be caused by the speed they were traveling. And when she opened her wings and was once again sky bound, Connor smiled widely loving the feeling of flying so fast and hard. As she started gaining altitude Connor could feel the air getting thinner and thinner, as a last ditch effort to stay conscious he inhaled as deep as he could and held that breath. Her words bellowed outward in a manner that screamed of her seriousness. Connor started to think he had bitten off more than he could chew. But he was determined, determined enough that he wouldn't give up on the quest or the idea of taming this dragon. The higher she climbed the more blurry his vision became, his mind felt like it was being filled with water and his vision started to tunnel to darkness. Connor shook his head and gripped the chains tighter. "NEVER! YOU WILL BE MY DRAG-" Connor's sentence was cut short by him succumbing to the altitude. As she flapped her massive wings in order to keep aloft, each motion of her intense muscular back shifted Connor on her neck. His hands loosened and one by one his fingers released their hold on the coiled chains.

Connor then slipped down her body to the center of her back where a gust of air caught his body and flipped him off of the dragon. Tumbling head over heels, Connor careened towards the mountain side of his Kingdom's most iconic mountains. Connor didn't awaken from the falling sensation, he had no control over his descent and was spiraling dangerously toward the ground. This was truly one scenario that was entirely out of his control, and it would likely lead to his untimely death. The wind blasted at the headband he wore and as it began to slide up and off of his head, a hand reached up and clutched the headband tightly. His copper colored eyes blinked and assessed the situation, he knew he still had a minute before he hit the ground. Tying the headband back to his forehead, Connor searched his body for something that could help him get out of this precarious situation. But he had exhausted every resource he had just trying to catch this dragon and ride it. The trees began to come into clear view and he saw them not as wood, but as spears pointing up at him just waiting for him to be impaled over them.

"No, NO NO NO!" Yelled Connor as he spun around to see the same dragon that had just sent him to his death doing the same tight circles as she had been before he had latched onto her. He watched as she seemingly taunted him with her ability of flight and Connor cursed the fact that this dragon was so damn stubborn. "PLEASE HELP ME! I NEED YOU!" Connor shouted out to the scaled beast. Thinking his words were in vain, Connor took a deep breath, believing it was going to be one of the last things he could do with his life. "Mom... I'll be seeing you soon." He said as he exhaled slowly, defeat clear and evident in his voice.
 
Finally. She felt the small form roll off her back and slip from her tail, a glance downward showing that the human was now careening towards the distant ground. Some morbid curiousness forced her to follow him down, keeping her distance however and maneuvering in circles like the so called 'vultures' of the vast desert. Of course, in the dragon tongue, everything had a different name and meaning. Her large eyes watched him closely, noticing the look of despair and defeat that crossed his face. Saria realized this would be the human's last moments.

Though she had not been wronged other than the offense of her pride and individuality by his attempt to ride her, she hated him. It grew and blazed in her much like the molten tongues of fire that she could breathe. And yet, as most dragons did, she was able to feel pity on such a weak race. A race that didn't have scales that couldn't be pierced by the sword, and didn't have the ability to fly or understand more than just their worldly desires and musings. So, with a deep sense of regret for what she was about to do, she dove quickly, snatching the human by the shirt and landing him with a heavy but safe drop to the ground once they were close enough.

Saria arced, circling once more, and landed heavily on her hindquarters a good distance away. Her wings were stretched intimidatingly behind her, a roar blown straight into his face that shook the whole forest behind him. He had no weapons, no items, and she could burn or devour him now as she wished.
 
Right as Connor had accepted his inevitable death, he felt the air around him change and then suddenly he was no longer falling. The dragon he had been riding had swooped him up. But it was only momentarily, as she had dropped him roughly to the ground. Connor's feet hit the ground first, he tucked and rolled out of the landing into a standing position. Dusting off his pants, he looked up to the dragon that landed in front of him in what was still an unsafe distance for a human to be with a dragon who wasn't tame. She could have of literally extended her neck and in one bite gobbled him up. Or with one blast of the napalm like flame they spewed, turned him into dust. Right as Connor was about to say thank you to the dragon, she gave a mighty roar which literally pushed Connor back. Covering his face with his hands to ensure that no dust got in his eyes, Connor pushed forward showing no fear of the dragon. Connor continued to push forward towards the dragon as she roared, his mouth turned up to a smile and he moved faster and harder towards her. Once Connor got within distance to touch the dragon, he lifted his hand from his face and put it under the dragon's chin. He felt her smooth, but hard scales. His ears were ringing intensely from the sheer volume of her roar.

He knew not what to do from here out, so he did the only thing that he thought would help alleviate the situation some. He began to remove the chain from around the dragon's neck, and once he had it loose and it fell off he did the same for the chain that had been coiled around the dragon's leg. Tossing the chain to the side of the small clearing the dragon had made when she had landed, Connor walked back out to the front of her field of vision. He looked up to her big face and smiled again, she was beautiful. Most other dragons were covered in scars and marks from battle, but she was nearly flawless. That either meant she was incredibly strong, or she was too lithe and agile to be struck. "THANK YOU!" Connor shouted to the dragon once she had stopped roaring. He wasn't trying to shout, but she had nearly deafened him permanently so his talking was much louder due to him not being able to hear his own words.

He observed her body, she had markings that seemed to be as if they were war paint. But these markings were clearly something she was born with, and it made her stand out incredibly among the other dragons. Unlike most other dragons who had large horned heads, with bone protrusions along their spine, she was much smoother and much more eloquent looking. Her body spoke of the female she was, a very regal looking and powerful creature. Something that demanded respect, and demanded to be treated as if she were the top of the food chain. Because she was. "I WANT TO FLY! I WANT TO FLY FAST!" Connor continued to speak loudly, he knew that the dragons were able to understand the words he and his people spoke. He had seen it in the past, but what was this dragon thinking for the situation? He had successfully rode her, for a short time but he had given his all in order to get to that short amount of riding time. Connor was determined, more so than any other man or woman that lived in his Kingdom.
 
Saria was finding it hard to determine what she thought of the little human. Even through her roar, he had pushed forward, straight towards her maw. And had she felt like it, she could have cremated him on the spot right then and there, so there was nothing left but ash. Somehow though, the young dragon had not decided to. Her wings had folded by now, resting upon her lean and rather muscular form. As Connor approached, she had even allowed him to remove the thick chains he had burdened her with, even though she herself could have snapped it with a few strokes of a claw. The crimson dragon gazed down at the similarly red-headed creature, still demanding the utmost respect for his insolence. It was true; she was different from other dragons. A rarer color and breed, and adorned with markings that signified she was battle-oriented and a strong fighter. Her curved obsidian horns gleamed in the sunlight behind her head, like a crown of sorts.

Her claws dug into the dirt below her, forming deep gouges. Saria had a certain ability to almost radiate power and intense pressure. "Human, you do me a great dishonor by attempting to ride me. I am not some dumb animal of the earth, like your meager horses and mules. Dragons are far more ancient and wise than your lore can even imagine. Why is it that you have tried such a foolish stunt? Had I been any more cold to emotion, you would have died on that cliff, or just now impaled on the spines of the forest. If humans were meant to fly, would you to have been born with wings then?" Her eyes seemed to bore into his, searching for answers.
 
Connor had no intention of dishonoring the great dragon, in fact it was quite the opposite. He wanted to spread the glory and the amazing power that the dragons held. Connor had a very good hunch that this dragon wasn't about killing and destroying, he had the notion that she was actually much more kind and generous then she led on to be. She was a gorgeous specimen and very powerful, that much was obvious, but the things that weren't obvious about her were what drew Connor to the ancient creature. "I mean you no dishonor! You are not anything like a horse in any aspect or regard and I think you nothing of the sort!" Connor spoke with a fierce confidence. He knew being dominant as well as confident was the key to surviving this, he had to show her that he was no normal human. "Horses, mules, all of the animals we know are dumb and simple. Your kind is beyond anything that we can possibly understand. And you, you are the most beautiful of your kind. Where our animals are dull like the dirt your claws scathe, you shine brilliantly like that of one thousand suns!" Connor called out to the large beast. Connor got down on his hands and knees, placing his forehead against the ground. "I do not wish to break you like we do our animals, I only wish to be in a union with you! I want to learn what I can from you, I want to show you what wonders there are that we lowly humans have made, I seek to gain your trust and loyalty as this is what it takes to become a Dragoon worthy of legend!" Connor called out to her looking up to the dragon's body.

Connor knew that if things didn't go well here, she would likely end his existence. Which in retrospective wasn't a horrible end for someone who was hoping to dedicate their life to the aspect of being a Dragoon. If they failed to make a dragon understand their wishes, death was an equally acceptable end of things especially when it came from the dragon they wished to have be theirs. Connor knew that most dragons were capable of altering their form from dragon to something very akin to that of a human. It was the sole reason for the belief that the two species were interconnected in some primordial form. It was widely suspected that dragons and humans originally were in a relationship that was love. They had children together and even gave their lives for one another. It wasn't however all that common for a dragon of a Dragoon to take the human shape, as they were often thought of as loyal weapons dedicated to the art of fighting and honing their skills. Connor's eyes never left the dragon's, and he stared into her eyes as she did his. "Humans were meant to fly, but not of our own volition, if we were meant to have our own wings. There would never be a chance for our species to have become as closely connected as they are now. Dragons and humans have always lived within each others domains, for reasons I am not sure of. But I speculate that it was so that we could learn to coexist and thrive with each other, not against each other." He said to the massive beautiful creature.
 
The great being listened to his words, judging each carefully by what they meant and analyzing the emotion he put forth into them. It was true that dragons and humans lived in a sort of coexistence, and where there were major human settlements, dragons were found not too far away. Though it had been many, many years since the great wars where humans and mythological beasts were at odds, there was still palpable friction between them. However, no matter how infrequently dragons would gather and share tales, word had spread of some who united with riders and subsequently became Dragoons. While the majority of dragon kind had not approved of this and merely saw their brothers and sisters as no more than animals now, some believed it necessary to keep bloodshed from occurring more than it had to. Saria was quite the free spirit, and being a 'hatchling' compared to her older peers, she didn't have a solid opinion of this union.

Yet no matter how se rebelled and felt free and alive on her own, here, this human was treating her with utmost respect after he had unknowingly offended her. He was face first into the dirt, bent in genuflection as if she were a god. Admittedly, it got to her head a little but she kept a steady mind. So the dragon chose. Bending her head a little more to his level, she trained her amber eyes on him, the slit pupils contracting further, hot breath pouring from her nostrils and smelling of gunpowder.

"Very well, human. If it is me you have chosen to be your dragon, then you shall be my rider. However, as you say, I am one of the many that can change to fit your...smaller standards. I may disguise myself as human. Therefore I suspect you treat me respectfully. I do not become a mule because you have bent me to your will, but because your courage and resiliency has proven you are strong enough."

And with that, she pulled back, her form beginning to shine in a bright ball of light.
 
Connor didn't know what to expect with the dragon, she was after all a wild creature whose kind was known for turning entire armies into ashes. Connor however didn't expect her to so openly and willingly oblige his one and only want in life. She had agreed to become his very own dragon, and what was more she even seemed to have the very same mutual respect for him that he had for her. He could feel the hot air from her nostrils as she exhaled sharply at Connor, the scent was that of saltpeter. People called it magic powder, or what it was most commonly referred to by those in the military, blasting powder. Connor was confused by her words, she said that she had may disguise herself as human from time to time. But what was the necessity in that, aside from making it easier for her to find places to sleep nearer to her Dragoon. It was then and only then that the thought of what she had might look like in her human form, there was many different options running through Connor's mind and he was about to ask her when a light broke out in front of him. This light emanated from his newly acquired dragon's chest then her entire body, Connor was about to go into a panic unsure as to what was happening, but as the light enveloped her entire body he could see the silhouette of what looked like a human appearing within the ball of light.

Is this... Really happening? Connor thought to himself as he stared. He didn't mean to stare in such a way that was rude or considered to be offensive. He was simply awestruck, never before in his life had he seen a dragon actually take a humans shape. It wasn't too rare of an event, but it was rare enough that in his twenty years of life he had never once actually witnessed it happen in person. The ball of light swirled around the area where the dragon was previously, the shape of the dragon still evident as a shadow cast behind the human figure. As the ball condensed and began to close down around the form of the dragon the air around him began to whip intensely. There was excitement as well a sense of urgency, as if he should run from the event that was happening. But he couldn't peel himself away, it was simply too great a honor to witness this. The light sphere suddenly shrunk down on itself without warning and erupted outward the large dragon was nowhere to be seen, and the force that the sphere had given off knocked Connor to his rear.

Bracing himself with his hands behind his back, palms flat to the ground. Connor stared wide eyed at the sight before him, he'd never thought this would be something that he would get to experience first hand. Let alone with his very own dragon. Not to mention once the dust settled, his copper colored eyes found the frame of a female. She was roughly his height, and build, except she had the same style and colored horns as the dragon had. Even the eyes remained the same color, the female was seemingly without much clothing and she was very attractive. Her body was curvy in all the right places and yet she had this air about her that demanded respect. Connor's jaw dropped when the dust cleared enough so that he could clearly see her perky breasts. Her left nipple pierced with a golden hoop. He had no idea what to say, or do for the situation, it was only logical or natural that the dragon wouldn't care about nudity as she was always nude as a dragon. The thought wouldn't even cross her mind, but the sight certainly crossed his. Over and over and over. Closing his mouth, Connor stood up and brushed off the back of his pants. "Y-You're beautiful, even more so then I could have possibly ever imagined." He said without thinking.
 
Saria could feel her form condensing as this process went on, the area inside the ball of light as calm as an eye of a storm would be. Eventually, she felt her wings disappearing, and the smoothness of human skin replacing her rough scales. Her transformation complete, the ball of light dissipated with a mighty gust of wind, and all was still. There the woman stood in the middle of a circle of blasted dirt, the immediate area around her having been turned to somewhat crystal-clear sand. She ignored this though, walking forward as smoothly as a goddess would towards her new rider. Her amber eyes remained locked on his until she was merely five feet away. It was true that her horns were still there stop her blonde mane of hair, just much smaller. Though she was mostly naked, she seemed to be wearing some sort of obsidian and leather armor over her shoulders, and braces on her arms. Though nothing protected her bare chest, she did have something rather skimpily on to cover her nether regions. And when she spoke, her voice had lost none of its power or portential ferocity; it was more personified however and didn't seem to be echoing in space.

"This is my first release into this form. I assure you that you won't be greeted by such a storm as that for each consecutive time I change. My name, rider, is Saria. And I formally pledge my life to you as a protector and a weapon, but also as an individual. Be reminded that my original self is the mighty dragon, not a human." As she had moved closer, Connor would have likely noticed the same war paint on her skin that had been there before on her crimson scales. Now it appeared to be a tattoo, crossing her arms, legs, back, and edges of her face and nose. She was giving him a smile, a very small and tense one, but at least she was attempting to show she was happy with her decision.
 
The woman's modest coverings was enough to drive any man into a state of sexual frustration. Connor wasn't the type of man to fall into such a distasteful state though. Her voice when she spoke now didn't have the same booming effect that it did while she was a dragon. Instead it was soft, and feminine. But still her voice had dominance and ferocity, as if she was now the embodiment of all that raw untapped power condensed down into a single skinny and sexy form. Connor couldn't however keep himself from eying the beautiful feminine form. As she approached him, Connor got up to his feet and his grin was from ear to ear. And it wasn't due to the fact that she was as incredibly breath taking as she was, and he thought he would be getting lucky. No, it was because he had just heard words that had been a dream of his to hear since he was but a wee little lad. Connor nodded to her words, understanding very well that her original form was that of a dragon. How could he forget, he had just jumped off a cliff in order to get this far. Her name echoed through his mind he memorized the name and the way it sounded rolling off of her tongue. It was a simple name for a dragon, and that only meant he would be able to pronounce it that much easier. "I am Connor Crowe, I will never forget your strength your power, or your wisdom. You are as sacred to me as the oath we riders live by," Connor said looking to her awkward smile which made him laugh aloud. "It is a great honor to meet you Saria." He said before bowing slowly.

Connor stood up straight and looked her over, his excitement was boiling over and he couldn't take it any longer. He rushed her with his arms wide open and took her in his embrace. He hugged her form tightly and bounced up and down with excitement at the fact that he was finally able to become a Dragoon, with a dragon who accepted him as her very own rider. "I AM SO EXCITED!" He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned back away from her. "So much so that I could kiss you! OH MAN! I can't wait to take the riding exam, we're going to blow ALL of the record times out of the water with how fast you are! Everyone is going to be soooo jealous!" Connor continued giddily. His attention then drifted down from her face and mouth, to her chest. He realized it only then that she was still very much so close to as nude as you were at birth. He then realized that he had hugged her tightly and her breasts had pressed against his chest all without him realizing. The front of his pants tightened, and his face changed slightly to that of displaying unease. He then realized that he hadn't the foggiest idea where his sword had gone. But his eyes were still glued to her chest, almost as if his vision was locked there.
 
Saria couldn't help but try to pull out of his grasp, the sudden hug being rather demeaning for someone of her standards, seeing as she was a dragon far older than him. She was not used to human social gestures either, and this was incredibly shocking and way too close for comfortability for her. With a snarl, she managed to struggle out of Connor's impromptu hug. One hand was already on the short sword that rested on her back, which was no longer than her forearm from hand to elbow. But his words, she also took high offense to.

"Human, I am NOT some object to show off! I am a dragon, a race far more ancient than your puny one! I am not to be used to make others jealous with my speed! You are a mere rider, not the one who takes it upon yourself to beat your own wings and to master the complex art of flight!" Her pupils had grown to mere slits, nostrils flaring as much as they could with Saria's now-human traits. Her teeth were bared, showing to be sharpened and her longer ears lying flat and horizontal to her skull. Of course, she didn't care about his gaze being attracted to her breasts. She knew that humans were foolish when it came to mating, and the male hormone often forcing some to become dumb when finding a female attractive. Much like Connor was doing now, with his vision fazed out and his face blank. With a quick draw of her short sword, she whacked his temple with the blunt end of the pommel and sent him to the ground, standing over him almost as if she were in her true form, demanding all the respect as before. Perhaps she couldn't breathe fire now, but he was still in danger.

"Crowe, I chose you to be my rider. You did not choose me to be your dragon. Treat me with respect and I won't have to rethink my acceptance of your pitiful dream. I will do this test, but be reminded it is by my power and choice alone that you are able to take part in it. And I would prefer if you did not stare like some brainless fool."
 
Even though Connor had forgotten the fact that his human traditions and ways would be lost on her. But he had never expected her to attack him so blatantly. As she stood above him, her words were lost on him this time. Connor was one who was never very apt or willing to take unnecessary violence directed at him. His hand reached behind his head for the hilt of his sword, but again it wasn't to be found. He ground his teeth together, and stood. He could feel his face growing hot with anger, and he clenched his hands into fists. "Dragon, you are a creature who has existed for years beyond human comprehension. You have intelligence that should allow you to understand such a simple concept as a show of appreciation. It would be in your best interest to not strike at a human while in the presence of others. You might think yourself so high and mighty, but do remember that there has been your kinds blood shed from my kind." Connor said in a harsh tone. He stood, dusting off his pants and turning around, he walked away from her and towards the treeline.

"I'm going to go search for my sword, I won't bother telling you what you can or can't do since you probably already know," Connor spoke with some venom in his words. He was the type who didn't like to be attacked unless it was during a fight. For a rider, being attacked as such is only a sign of their own weakness as well a really large show of disrespect from their dragon. Connor walked through a large bush, and away from the opening where Saria was. He didn't bother to rub his head where she had struck him, as the blow hadn't hurt him. Rather it had taken him by surprise, and he had thought she was going to swing at him with the actual blade of hers. Had he realized that she would be doing so, he could have dodged the sudden assault. Pompous beast, she would be wise to never raise a weapon to me again, thought Connor as he walked in search of his blade.

While he was falling previously, he had seen the shimmer of his sword stuck in a tall tree. But once he had been swept up by Saria, he had no real idea where she had set him down. Thus the large tree was difficult to see in the thick foliage. Connor huffed and puffed as he walked angrily through the woods, Speaks so highly of herself, as if she's the Queen of all things living. If dragons were so importantly massive, and humans were so insignificant why would they choose to take OUR forms, the beasts are only as wise as they are lovable, Connor was clearly very perturbed by her actions. He punched a nearby tree as hard as he could, shaking a few loose leaves from the branches. Hearing the sound of metal clanging against metal Connor looked up to see the chain he had wrapped around his blade hanging from the tree. He knew that he was nearby to the larger tree and thus he started back up moving through the woods, with more urgency now than before.
 
Saria stood there silently, watching him storm off in search of his own sword. She sheathed hers in the leather scabbard upon her back, not moving until he had disappeared in the tree line of the forest. She sighed, pulling back her hair from her face, a light breeze coming in from the direction of the tall, jagged mountains behind her. Her mind sat idle for now, before she took a running start, transforming in a much smaller flash as compared to before, her muscled, crimson-scaled draconic form emerging seemingly from nowhere and taking flight in one gigantic rush of air. She gained enough altitude only so her wings wouldn't affect the ground beneath, and used her sharp vision to watch Connor from the air.

With a somewhat soft voice, though still echoing infinitely: "I can hear your thoughts, Crowe. Once a dragon makes a pact, they and their rider are bound deeper than blood."
 
Connor nearly stopped in his tracks when she spoke to him. He looked up to see her soaring off into the air above him following a similar path to what he had taken. He scowled, not caring or knowing if she could see him doing so. She had quite thoroughly made him mad, Connor never before had been so blatantly been disrespected himself. Funny, I would think this would have allowed you to realize my thoughts weren't solely of myself, Connor thought with the intention of her receiving this. From then on he kept his mind focused on one sole thing, his past. He wanted her to know that his dream wasn't so pitiful, that it was something more grand than even her ancient and wise mind could understand. Connor had never known his parents, never had real parents. He knew not where he came from, nor did he know why he had been abandoned. Everything he had fell to the pursuit of becoming a Dragoon. The man who had raised him as a father would be more than thoroughly disappointed should he not be able to accomplish this, also his residence within the city he had grown up in also fell to the very test of becoming a Dragoon. His father had told him he would no longer be able to support Connor, and should Connor fail the test, he was going to be living on the streets or in the wild.

Connor's thoughts drifted to his sword which he was searching for desperately. It wasn't just a sword, it was the sword. The only one Connor would ever have, the only one he needed. It was made from the last flames that a dragon who had been raised by the Kingdom's blacksmith. The metal it was made of could only be melted by dragon fire, and to top it off the sword had been forged in such a process that it had near magical properties. Not only was the blade unbreakable and was always as sharp as it had been when it came out of the forge. The blade also had the ability to stop a dragon's flame, hold it to the blade, and even be redirected by the wielder. This of course took immense courage, and even more determination to not be turned to ash from the fire. Connor himself had never been able to see this happen, and as the sole wielder of the sword had never been given the chance to test it himself. But the blacksmith assured him that it would protect him from a dragon's flame, so long as he didn't get exposed to it directly. Spotting the large tree that he had seen his sword in while falling, Connor ran towards it searching the canopy. From above it was hard to judge where the sword was in the tree as all he could see was a glimmer of it's edge. But circling around the tree, Connor found that it had cut multiple limbs from the tree as it fell, and had lodged itself halfway down the trunk of the large tree.

Backing up, Connor judged the distance up the tree that he would need to travel and he took a deep breath. Darting forward he stepped up at the base of the tree and blasted up the trunk. He took six steps up the tree before he pushed off and up towards his sword. Connor would seemingly have 'soared' through the air for a temporary amount of time and his leap was just barely enough to get his right hand's fingers looped over the hilt of his blade. Curling his fingers around the hilt, he hung from just four fingers before gripping the sword in his hand firmly. Swinging his lower body Connor planted his feet firmly against the bark of the tree and pulled as hard as he could. COME! ON! STUPID SWORD! he thought to himself in his struggle to pull the blade free, forgetting that she could hear his thoughts. The ground rumbled violently and the tree shifted, as it did so the blade popped free from it's binding and Connor tumbled backwards towards the ground. Like a cat, and like always Connor landed on his feet and rolled forward mitigating the force from the fall. Spinning the sword in his right hand, Connor slid it into the clip that held the sword at his back. What was that rumbling? Can you see anything from above?
 
Saria 'listened' to Connor's thoughts and memories rather quietly, able to picture what he would inside his head as well. She knew little of how humans were raised however, believing that they were left to fend for themselves at an adolescent age much like dragons were. It seemed for Connor this was true, but it was not natural in their society. Even Saria had known her mother, and at brief times would see her soaring through the air from a distance, calling out in the dragon tongue to her. The mighty dragon did not feel something akin to pity for her rider, but a sense of understanding developed. She continued to circle tightly overhead as he located and struggled to claim his sword from the tree. Her scales were absorbing the warm sunlight in the meantime, which provided her with energy. She was classified as almost being a reptile, cold-blooded and reliant on heat for life and to stoke her inner flames.

Her attention immediately snapped to the source of the shaking, feeling even a slight reverberation in the air. "An earthquake, I would assume? I do not see anything unnatural from up here. The source may be from behind the mountain. ...I suggest you exit the forest so I can give you a lift to your home." With that, the great dragon flew lower, just overhead with a beat of her wings and landed outside the trees, waiting for Connor.
 
That was no earthquake, that was something else entirely. Something big, thought Connor. He had experienced a number of earthquakes in his time, and all of them had a similar rumble to them that were tell tale signs of exactly that, an earthquake. This came suddenly and without warning as if the planet itself had been struck by something mightier than even the dragons. Although he wanted to go search for the source of the quaking, Connor understood that she was indeed correct. He should return home, but not for reasons that she would think. He would return home in order to better his view of the plains and the mountain. He thought that perhaps there would be something that he would see, even if it took him all night of sitting at his window. Because Connor's father was a Dragoon Captain, he lived as the other soldiers did. In the barracks, but because Connor was not a Dragoon yet, he was only allowed there due to his father's wishes. It was however required that Connor live near to the top of the tower that was the barracks. The reason for this was that he would not get in the way of the Dragoon's when they were dispatched, at the top of the tower he was out of sight out of mind. Connor didn't mind though, for him it gave him a spectacular view.

As Saria swooped down overhead, Connor sprinted forward, he watched as she glided over the tips of the trees and he ran as fast as he could to reach the clearing ahead. Once he had reached the edge of the clearing Connor hopped off the trunk of one tree, halfway up another, bouncing from that to the tree he had originally jumped from he landed on a branch. Jumping up towards Saria, he had hoped that she would slow enough for him to land on her back.
 
Saria was completely on the ground by the time Connor reached her, her great mass digging into the dirt once more. As soon as she felt him land on her neck however, she took off, knowing he would likely have a good grip on her. Some part of her mind wondered idly for a moment about possibly getting a saddle of sorts so the crimson scales wouldn't rip up just about every pair of pants he had. Her neck was also wide, seeing as he body was several times even an elephant's size, and no doubt he would fit his legs around her like a horse or mule. With a small grunt and a mighty roar, she kicked off, wings flapping quickly to gain altitude, then went into a steady glide around the mountain, using air currents and the rising heat of the earth to keep her airborn with little effort on her own part.

The journey went quickly, arriving at his home city using his memories and her previous flights and known geography of the world to locate the specific settlement. She flew low so as to make herself clear she meant no harm, refraining from making any noise or circling movements that would indicate hostility. She landed on a high hill, an obvious barracks of sorts a few hundred feet away. She lowered her neck so Connor could slide off, resting her wings. The female let a sigh go, asking if she should change to human form.
 
Connor surveyed the land as they traveled, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, or amiss. The only thing that led him to any sort of conclusion that there was anything odd happening was a group of birds that never left the area during this time of year. This was not only their breeding ground, but also the place where they hunted. The birds didn't even generally fly long distances during this time as they conserved energy for hunting. So for him to see an entire flock taking flight and headed off in the direction of their Winter habitat was a strange occurrence, but it didn't warrant him having Saria change direction in order to investigate further. Connor enjoyed the flight, the feeling keeping his mind at a complete blank, he was at peace up there. Which was strange considering most Dragoon's didn't feel at home in flight, they were usually alert and more tense about the experience. As Saria swooped lower and landed closely enough to the guards tower, Connor hopped off of her neck and landed with a thud on the ground.

Looking up to Saria, Connor contemplated the idea of having her change to her human form. He wasn't sure what she was going to do if she did, there was no way he would be able to take the test today, as it required royal attention. The only thing he could think for her to do would be to come inside and meet the other Dragoons, not that she would be interested in meeting other humans who actually saw dragons as a mere tool. "You are a free entity, you may choose where you go and what you do. I am only allowed to stay near to the top of the tower," Connor said pointing up at the large circular tower. "If you want to fly up there and land, you can come see where I live. The tower will support you, it held my dad's dragon and he was considerably bigger than you are, and by bigger I mean fat." Connor said laughing, waiting to see what her decision was.
 
The dragon was glancing about the ground below, surveying the town and seeming it rather quaint, for something so fragile. Of course, she had no need nor wish to destroy it however. Her head came found to Connor, long neck bending as her whole body was facing a separate direction. "I will accompany you up the tower in person. I have not experienced much of what the inside of human structures are like, and I must admit I am curious.". With that, she changed in the matter of seconds, another bright but curiously calm flash filling the air before dissipating and revealing her human form once more. She walked over to him, standing rather proud even when naked, obviously not caring even if other humans saw her without clothing. What did she care? Her obvious draconic traits would distinguish her as one of the mighty creatures. "Lead on, Connor."
 
Connor shrugged as she had agreed to accompany him inside. He didn't shield his face from her transformation as it was much less drastic than last time. Much as she had said it would be, he immediately understood that she hadn't taken this form in quite some time. It was likely due to that reason that the first time he had seen her take her humanoid form it was a violent transformation. He still couldn't get over the fact that she was mostly nude although this time he didn't stare. She had warned him of it before, and Connor didn't want to give her any reason to strike him again. As they walked toward the tower, a few of the on watch guards observed the female walking with the young red headed male. She drew lots of attention to herself with her choice of clothing. Connor himself didn't mind, especially since she was so toned and beautiful. I apologize in advance for the reaction you may or may not get from the people who live where I do, they don't often get to see gorgeous females, Connor projected to her. And after another minute or so of walking they were at the entrance to the tower.

Connor pushed open the wooden door and inside at the base of the tower was the mess hall. Currently there were guards who were getting ready for rotation eating their first meal of the day. Everyone stopped and looked at Connor, then to the female behind him once he stepped through the threshold of the tower. Their eyes were as wide as his the first time he had seen her, but their jaws dropped even further. It was partly in disbelief that Connor had actually managed to get a dragon, and then mostly disbelief that he had gotten a dragon that was a beautiful female in her human form. Let us hurry up the stairs, quickly headed to the steps, Connor motioned for her to go ahead of him. We'll keep going until the fifth level, that is where I reside, he informed her. In his quarters, the space was rather large and open, Connor didn't even own a bed instead he slept on the floor opposite to a window that he could see out of at night. It faced the mountain, and gave him quite the astonishing view of where he and Saria had their first real encounter. His 'bed' was many different animal furs, atop mounds of unwoven wool. In his room was relics from wars that his father had taken part in, there were steps that led up further as well. Above him was the storage room, which he was in charge of making certain was organized so he could quickly hand out the necessary gear for any situation.
 
Saria found the mess hall to be rather interesting. She knew that humans hunted and grew their food, somewhat to what dragons did. Interestingly enough, some dragons kept their own flocks of livestock at their leisure, so hunting was not as arduous. This would often be seen near winter, when they would have to keep inside their cave or else risk death out in the cold. It was possible for a drake to die of frigid temperatures, though most were not brash enough to attempt such a stunt and thus pass because of it. But this was different, where she saw men lining up to receive food from obviously hired hands or possibly slaves. Saria didn't know much of jobs or the social or economic systems either. Most of her human knowledge was based off of how they waged war. Her amber eyes gaged the room, seeming to stare over the heads of the entranced men. No doubt more than a few were finding themselves a little hot under the collar, but she nodded at Connor's apology and simply followed him quietly. No use causing a commotion, she thought; but only for his sake, not hers. She could've taken on every man in the room, in her opinion.

The lofty room in which she assumed Connor resided, she rather liked. It was small and cozy, and full of knick knacks that one could call treasure, something she was quite fond of and familiar with. Unlike most of her race, Saria didn't hoard stacks of gold or crystals. She preferred trinkets and pieces of armor, anything that was rustic in appearance. Carefully and quietly, she examined the shelves and bookcases, and then the furs upon the floor. These she agreed with too. It was always nice to have something furry and plush beneath oneself instead of a cold, hard floor. Or in her case, rock. The view from the window could never compare to something she could get easily from taking flight, but for a human without wings, it would suffice, and offered a great standpoint for locating enemies. She kept a little close to the red-haired young man, crossing her arms just under her breasts.

"This is a very humble abode you have, Connor. I quite like it." Saria glanced around for a few more moments before training her eyes on him. "Would I be allowed to stay here as well and bed with you, or would I be outside somewhere? Obviously I'm more than happy to make some sort of shelter outside if you cannot accommodate me."
 
Connor had let Saria go in front of him on the steps. And as she climbed he had gotten a peek at what was under her loincloth. Connor had kept the image from his mind, but he now knew that she was very much so just like any other human in this form. He had also managed to keep his mind off of the mating process and how it worked for dragons. Once they had reached his room, which was well furnished for someone had yet to reach the status of Dragoon, Connor watched her look through and examine his things. Everything in this room Connor himself had hand picked and chose to bring back with him. Connor's father had taken him along to each and every battle since he was twelve. When she told him that she liked his housing Connor thanked her for the compliment, and he walked over to a small table that sat underneath the steps leading up to the next level. She then asked him the next, bombshell of a question. Connor processed the request, he thought of the rules and regulations surrounding what a Dragoon was capable of doing, and in most cases Dragoons didn't have their dragon on standby, the city actually had an underground cavern system where the dragons that were in partnership slept and resided. This underground housing also had a fresh stream of water that ran through it, as well a full cattle farm used for feeding the dragons that chose to not change form.

"It's not common for a dragon to stay with their Dragoon," Connor told her turning and facing her, he saw how with her arms crossed her breasts stuck out in his direction. Connor looked away for a moment before up to her eyes, his own copper colored eyes obviously trying to keep focused on something other than her chest. He after all had been asked to not stare, and he didn't want to offend her any further than he already had. "I am however not yet a Dragoon, but you have accepted me as your rider, so I would have to say that the decision is solely based upon what you want to do Saria." Connor said. He realized that if she had decided to stay here with him, they would be sleeping next to one another. He slept in the nude completely, his mind then crossed the fact that he had only very briefly touched her skin, and how soft it was in comparison to that of her dragon form. "I would like to understand you better, and teach you more about us as well," He added to the thought.
 
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