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Heat and Hunting (Rusty and MewMew)

RustyRedHero

RustyRedHero

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The world was a wide and vast thing, always another story, another battle. Wars between men and ladies dreaming of love in their vast castles. Out in the wilds of the world, where men and women venture for the sake of themselves or the sake of others, that is where stories such as this begin.

A contract was put out by one of the villages for a hunter of some kind, some manner of beast had been creeping into their lands in the night and had been taking their livestock or killing and eating it there on the land. The farmers and herders had come to fear whatever beast had moved into their village, a simple wolf or jackal they could handle, but anything that could take down a cow and have it as a meal was too much for them. The village chief had paid more than he should of to get a hunter to come to their aid, but if he hadn't then their livestock would all be gone within a year.
 
Resolutely ignoring the warnings of her friends and family not to mention the feeling that something gravely wrong was going to happen forebode her gut. The said hunter was a woman, however, she was not just a woman, in fact, she was perfectly capable handling herself in hand to hand combat. Notice too, she was traveling all by her lonesome ―
some bandits had try to steal from her though she easily maneuver their attacks, defeated them easily.

Onward, she amble off on the dusty road with her disheveled black tresses flowing through the wind as she walked along walk. Her golden, honey brown eyes shone brightly in the sunlight as she stroll along whereas her dark complexion ― that was similar to the Melanesian people ― protected her from sun. Thanks to that melanin of hers she barely had to worry about the UVA radiation beaming down on her skin. Only problem she had to worry about is that dragon.

Wherever this dragon was the hunter was going to find it and kill it!

"Be careful, Miss Sloane!" An elderly lady fretted as she watched the hunter walked pass her vegetable field.

"Rest assured, Mrs. Dalloway, I will be fine." Sloane reassured, smiling softly at old lady.

Sloane was just walking through village trying to see if she could find the dragon's hideout in daylight ― so far she discovered nothing ― except for remains of the dead livestock in the village and humans.
 
The dead livestock had given her a sign in the form of tracks making their way back into the forest, the dragon likely had a den in that direction that she could track the beast back to. The forest itself didn't seem all that dangerous, and the marks on the ground fit the bill of a four-legged clawed creature of impressive size. There were signs of blood along the trail, perhaps of the livestock also being carried through the brush aiding in her tracking.
 
Merticulously, Sloane followed the trail of blood that the dragon left behind including the four legged clawed footprints as well. There were so many clues left behind that the dragon left that made Sloane a little cocky. Consider this as well she knew she would easily be able to kill the dragon too.

You are gonna say night night you damn dragon~! Sloane thought to herself gleefully as she chortled.
 
After some time, the trail vanished, totally gone as the region became rocky and whatever was being carried had stopped bleeding. There was little usable light left as it started to get dark, but there was a cave nearby. It was either the den of whatever took the livestock, or it would be a safe place for her to set up camp for the night. The creatures of the night had started to come out, crickets' chirps coming through the warm summer air, but it wouldn't stay warm for much longer.
 
"It is getting late..." Sloane noticed as she looked overhead. Note too she thought about taking camp for night though the hunter wanted to slay the dragon so she could return home so she could start another mission. "Fuck it, I am just gonna check what is in the den." There was no point in waiting for morning time so the hunter slowly rummaged through her bag, pulled out a lantern, lit the lantern, allowed the beacon of light to her guide her through the darkness of cave. Carefully, she move inside the cave quickly and quietly as she can, hoping she would eventually encountered the dragon so she could slay it.
 
The inside of the cave led down a passage, which continued down into the earth for some time before her lantern caught the glint of something shiny, as she got closer she could see a large pile of gold and gems, a couple weapons. There was no denying it, this was the dragon's lair, and she was looking at it's hoard. Sparking gold pieces and the unnatural warmth of the room were evidence enough, except for one thing. There was no dragon to be seen in the chamber, nor were there remains of any livestock or evidence of a fresh kill. She could hear a growl growing louder behind her, seems the owner of the den had come home and picked up on a scent that was foreign to him. If she turned her light to the source of the noise she could see very well what was stalking her now. A humanoid figure, low to the ground, crawling on all fours, his skin made up of scales that glistened faintly in the lantern's light, his body thin, but from what she could see of him, the muscles were perfectly defined for that of a predator, shoulders rolling like a cat tracking prey, on the ground behind the creature was a dead deer, brought in by him, presumably to last him for the evening. A pair of slitted golden eyes stared at her, despite the blinding light in his face, he did not blink or shy away from it, he could see very well in the dark as well as bright light, and regardless, he had her scent now. "What are you doing in my den?"
 
"In your den?" Sloane merely gawked at the man. Where the hell was the dragon? Why the hell was this man in a cave of all places? Sloane suppose he was some hermit though she highly doubt he was. Go ahead and look at the man! He did not seem like your average hermit nor did he appear to be human either. Surely, he had two legs though there was something off about this man. "Who are you!" She demanded, narrowing her eyes into slits.
 
He let out a roar, a dragon's roar, there was no denying the sound. "My den! MY HOARD!" He stalked around on the ground, he looked ready to pounce if she tried for her blade. His golden eyes watching her every move as he came closer into her light. "Why do you intrude, what do you seek to gain from such transgression? I have done nothing to agitate you humans, I live in peace, for once, and still your kind hunts me."
 
Sloane jumped back, startled and frightened when the man suddenly roar out like a dragon. "Okay, I got it right, just shut up, will you! I understand it is your deal just quit your yelling alright? I have a headache!" Sloane snorted, irritably. The hunter remained where she was — remained calm as well there was no point in getting all riled up. Often in this case, remaining calm and cautious is the best option. This guy does not look like he is one to pick a fight with. I mean surely Sloane is skilled in combat but something about that glint in the man's eyes tell Sloane to be careful. "I did not mean to intrude, I thought this was the dragon's hideout! I am looking for a dragon that is why I came in here!" Sloane explained, sighing exasperatedly. "Aside from that you did not answer my question from earlier, who are you?" She repeated.
 
The girl's vision was worse than he thought. He let out a growl of irritation. "Agma of the clutch of Crien, half born of a dragon. This is my den, the dragon's den, the only dragon for miles and miles, if you came looking for a dragon, you find one, girl." He moved to gather a pile of cloth from his hoard, throwing it on the ground and with a deep breath, blew flame onto the cloth, lighting the den properly in bright orange light, he was up on his legs properly now, his body naked, the scales gleaming in the firelight, golden eyes reflecting the fire within a pair of long horns that came down to a point under his jaw.
 
To put simply when the man told her his name, Sloane merely blinked several times, barely even recognizing the man's name. Certainly, the hunter has heard the man's name before though she coule not remember. "Hmm, you do sound familiar but where have I have heard your name from..." mused Sloane. Unable to remember the half born dragon, realization soon dawn across Sloane's face. "Aha, it is you," Sloane accused, unsheathing her sword. "You are one who been killing the livestock and villagers!"

The hunter was all about action right now! She wanted to fight!

"Get dress and fight me!" She growled, glaring at the half dragon.
 
Agma growled in irritation once more. "No I am not. I hunt wild game, track bandits and steal their wares, forage and search for food. I have not eaten or killed any form of livestock in many years." He glared at her, he didn't have any clothes to put on, and her paltry blade was insult compared to what he could do to her. He needed to get rid of this girl, mating season would be upon him soon and the desire would overcome reason very quickly.
 
"I do not believe you! What you speak of is rubbish!" Sloane scoffed, glaring back at Agma. How dare he make up such a lame excuse? Who would believe this nonsense! Sloane may be young, perhaps a little naive, though she is not as slow as everyone think nor does she believe people so easily. "I do not believe you!" She yelled, loudly as she ran towards Agma to attack him.
 
The dragon gave a roar in response, he dodged to the side and ducked under the blade. The dragon kept his distance. "FOOL! LOOK AROUND YOU!" He had brought in a fresh kill of a deer with him, there were no human remains or even livestock remains in the den. Though there was a pile of treasure, there was nothing there that would suggest he took any from the village. "What led you to me? Who told you to look for a dragon they did not see?" If she attacked him again, she would suffer for it.
 
["You're quick,"Sloane commented, smiling appreciatively when Agma manuever her attack. "This is going to be a good battle indeed." Or so that is what the hunter had thought at least. Sloane jumped slightly when Agma yelled at her to look around. She looked around to notice there was freshly killed deer and no human remains whatsoever. Surely, there is treasure though no evidence to prove or suggest he took anything from village. Sloane stood, flabbergasted, also ashamed of what she did. Since when did she become so foolish? "There was a trail leading up to this den that is only reason why I followed you," She informed him, lowering eyes to the ground. "I thought I was onto something." She suppose she was wrong. "I am sorry, please forgive me for accusing you of murder and intruding." Sloane bowed her head down, profusing apologizing for her insolence.
 
Agma gave a growl at the young woman. "You said you knew of a trail that led to my den. There is something that passes through here, but it is beyond me to take it down myself. A chimera. I will aid you in this, it has been a thorn in my side for too long. In the morning, we will hunt. You will be safe here for the evening, rest." As much as the human got on his nerves, this was his best chance at being rid of the beast that had been bothering him and his territory. What concerned him more though was how soon mating season would be upon him, perhaps if they moved quickly enough in the morning, he could maintain himself.
 
"Alright, sounds good to me." Sloane agreed to taking down the chimera woth Agma. She would rather not do it alone, surely she is skilled though it is better to work together than alone. "A chimera, huh?" Who would have thought it was a chimera causing havoc on the village. "I will set my sleeping bag over here if that is okay?" Sloane said as she rummaged through her bag to pull out a sleeping bag. She slowly started removing her clothes after she placed the sleeping bag on the groumd. You see Sloane hated sleeping with clothes on she prefer ro be naked. "This feels so nice~!" Hands raise up in glee, Sloane snuggled in her bed and closed her eyes in attempt to go to sleep.
 
Agma's golden eyes watched her, her body moving to set up her own camp, and continued to watch as she undressed and prepared for bed. She had an attractive form, the dragon biting back a curious growl before he started to move as well, gathering up his deer and bringing it to his hoard, using his fire breath to cook the meat as he ate it. He felt something stirring in him, mating season would be on him soon, tomorrow, most likely. If they didn't finish the task at hand quickly, he would likely try to claim the young woman as his own mate.
 
Sloane felt eyes on her as if someone was watching her. She did not know if she should say anything though she simpy ignored it, pulled her sleeping bag over head, hiding the twinge that now was evident across her cheeks. Her stomach started growling loudly when she caught whiff of the cooked dear. This made her mouth water. "I am so hungry!" She downright pouted. Maybe she had food in her bag? She slowly wiggled herself out of her sleeping bag, covered her naked frame with her hands which barely did much. Go ahead and look for yourself, you could see her perky chest and short yet hairless legs, nestled between her legs behold her womanhood that was similar to a bush. From this you could tell Sloane never shaved down there. Rummaging through her bag, she noticed there was no food at all in her bag. "Damn it!" She cursed, pouted once again.
 
The dragon watched her, stopping part way through his meal. He pulled apart a large piece of the meat, cooking it with his breath and passing it to her on a shield he had in his hoard. All the while he had his eyes on her naked form, be it out of interest or caution, it was hard to tell. "Are you afraid?"
 
"Oh no, I am not afraid of you silly," She giggled like a child as she accepted the meat Agma offered her. "I just did not want to be rude -- I mean it is your food -- I thought if I had ask I would have been rude." This perhaps made no sense whatsoever though Sloane never was type person to ask for something yet alone ask for help either unless it was necessary. "I am afraid that if I do not stop this chimera it will kill more villagers and livestock." She admitted, furrowing her eyebrows together.
 
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