The Lady Kitsunerisu
Den Mother
This Role Play shall be played on a turn based system. The turn based system is that there is one post per turn, unless you are in a conversation. Which means that I will post first, then the next person can only post once until everyone else has posted, and then I will post again, making a new turn.
I am doing it this way to make it easier and perhaps illicit longer, and better posts since you can only post once per turn.
If any of your have questions about this, please don't hesitate to PM me.
I am so glad that you all have decided to do this, and I hope that this will actually reach its end.
Have fun writing, everyone.
An entire month had passed since Vallarion had slayed the Dragon. She had received a few injuries that could have been fatal had it not been for her bond with Kivarria. Vallarion was quite grateful for her Dragon and her quickened ability to heal. For wounds that would have taken at least two month to heal, just took two weeks. In those two weeks she had sent her subjects to scout out the land, watching for any activity of Dragon Slavers, or Empire. There was one occurrence with Dragon Slaver, but the Dragon fought too much and they decided that it was too dangerous to let live, and they killed it.
It had just been a year old as well. It had actually been a child of two of the Dragons that were bonded to Dragon Masters. The Slavers are very lucky that they weren't torn to pieces by the mother and father.
Vallarion was currently standing at the mouth of the cave that she and Kivarria slept. This area was littered with large caves that many of the Dragon Masters had made their homes. Vallarion used her Elven magic to hide the caves from sight, but sooner or later a member of the Empire would discover the caves and the Dragon Masters would have to relocate.
The sky was murky, looking as if there was a storm was on its way. Vallarion always loved a good storm, but this storm felt different, as if it wasn't natural. She closed her eyes, using her elven blood and connection with nature to feel what was wrong. She found that the Earth was warning her of something bad that was going to happen.
Her eyes flashed open, showing dark red eyes. She turned on her heel and went straight back into her cave, going straight for her little storage area that was just smaller cave off of the main one. In here Vallarion had just a small amount of gold, weapons and her second set of armour. She was wearing the one she liked the most at the moment. She felt tremors in the ground and looked behind her to find Kivarria staring at her with golden eyes. Her head was the size of the smaller caves entrance so she couldn't enter.
Do you feel it as well, Vallarion? Kivarria's soft, yet strong voice echoed in her mind. Vallarion nodded and went back to what she was doing.
“Yes, something is on the horizon, and we must be ready for it,” she paused for a moment, grabbing the first blade that she had ever wielded. It was a fairly simple blade made out of Ironbark, a tree that had wood that was stronger than Iron. The only way to harvest their bark is too wait before they are old and fall themselves. That is why she has always kept this with her, for it was valuable and she wished to not lose it.
She stared at it for a moment before putting it up. She then grabbed two blades that were six inches in length and put them in the scabbards before putting them around her waist, she then grabbed her bow which was made out of Oak. She strapped that to her back as well as a bundle of arrows.
She turned to Kivarria once more.
“I do not wish to make a move, just yet. The danger is not immediate. I will allow my subjects to go about their day, and then we shall call a meeting tomorrow and we shall prepare them for what may come.” She began moving forward toward Kivarria, not intimidated by the glowing eyes of her Dragon. There were many others that would faint at the sight of this beautiful Dragon of the fire Element, but not Vallarion. She supposed it had something to do with the fact that she and Kivarria had known each other for over two hundred years.
Are you sure that is wise, Vallarion? What if the danger does not wait for the day to pass? It would catch our people off guard, would it not?
Vallarion sighed in irritation.
“Kivarria, all will be fine.” Vallarion gave her dragon a loving pat on the nose before pushing on her snout to move. Kivarria let out a sigh that caused smoke to fly from her nostrils and surround Vallarion before she moved away. Vallarion simply coughed a little before walking through the thick smoke. She knew the cave very well, having lived in it for fifty years, now.
“For now, I do believe we should find my husband and tell him what the Goddess has told me so that we may formulate a plan.” She moved to the caves entrance, looking up to see the clouds completely gone and the sun shining brightly down onto the beautiful forest.
“Do you know where my husband went, Kivarria?”
I am not sure where he went. He left early this morning before you awoke, and I dared not question him. You know how he can be with me, at times.
Vallarion let out another sigh before stepping out of the cave.
“Then I shall go on foot to find him. If I am not back within three hours time come and find me, Kivarria.” Kivarria nodded and let out a grunt of agreement. It shouldn't take her more than an hour to find her husband. Vallarion stepped out into the sun, shielding her eyes from the brightness before finally setting off with a pack with a food and a canteen made out of leather and lined with a cleaned sheeps stomach on the inside to keep the water from leaking out.
It was a fairly calm day, now that the clouds had withered away, leaving the sky a clear blue. She breathed in deeply scenting several animals in her immediate vicinity. A wolf in heat, searching for a mate to begin a pack, a family of rabbits that were nesting in a burrow. That would be handy information for her later if she grew hungry, and a single Crow that was currently perched in a tree, following Vallarion's movements.
She wasn't sure why she was always being followed by this bird, this was the third time in as many weeks that she had seen this noble creature. She could hear it hopping from branch to branch, attempting to follow her as silently as possible.
Sooner or later Vallarion was going to have to kill this bird, just to make sure that it wasn't under the control of the Empire. For now, however, she would ignore the creature and see what would happen.
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Morrigan sat in a dark room, lacking in clothing. She had a large, black tome sitting in her lap and her Drow eyes let her see like it was dimly lit in the room. This was something that she did at least every other day. She loved sitting in the dark, able to be free from the confines of clothing whilst she looked over her many spells that she had collected over the years. Some were of a light branch, but most were of the darkest branch from the darkest hells you could imagine.
Her favourite spell was one to raise every creature on a fallen battlefield to aid you in battle. She had only ever used it once, however. She had two reasons why she had only used it once. First: It took half an hour to prepare and an entire body from the battlefield as something that would activate the spell. Second: The last time she cast the spell there had been a Dragon corpse beneath the ground, and raising it brought around casualties from both sides. She just couldn't control an animal with a soul that big. It also takes another half an hour to undo the spell.
Currently Morrigan was looking over a spell that she had not used since her first days of practicing magic. She ran her fingers gently over the page, looking at the drawing and elvish writing that littered the page. Her mind drifted back to the days where she really had no stress, she was loved, in a non sordid way, and her life was overall better. She began shaking, thinking about her mentor and how he had loved her. Her fist curled over the page and she slammed the book closed, tossing it with her magic back into its hidden area that was just by the window on the far side of the room.
She looked into that mirror, finding there were twin streams of water falling from her face. She angrily wiped them away and got up from the bed.
“Naur.” She said, waving her hand in front of her. Suddenly ever lamp and candle in the room burst alive with flame, lighting the room entirely. She ignored the pathetic wench in the mirror and went to the small closet in the corner of the room and took out her robes. She smiled at them, imagining how her mother would have reacted to such an outfit. She paused in her thinking to shake her head and growl.
“What is wrong with me today?” She asked herself before donning her clothing and grabbing her magical staff. She waved her hand once again and the lights went out, letting her escape the room without bringing attention to the door. It was her private room, and she didn't wish anyone to go snooping in it.
The second she left her room she could feel something was amiss. She wandered out of the bedroom that she and the King shared, much to her displeasure, and went to the room in the castle that really shouldn't be there. There was no protective quality around it, it was just plain windows. It was for viewing pleasure, that was all. It was set high in the castle, letting a nice view be seen. As she looked out the window she saw cloud cover that had been off in the distance disappear very suddenly. Too suddenly for her taste.
What are they up to?
She had a very tempting idea to send one of her soldiers to investigate, but the last time she deigned to do that the soldier was killed. So, just like Vallarion she would ignore it for the day. She herself would go early in the morning the next day to seek what it was, but today she had somethings to take care of. She had to make a couple of deals with the Slavers, hear the complaints of the peasants, and execute a demon that had been found at the edge of town. She would take great pleasure in killing the creature.
Morrigan's gaze went to just beyond the city limits to where the Dragon Slavers had made camp. She could see a total of five cages in the encampment, all with shadowy figures moving within them. Morrigan let a smile grace her eerily beautiful face. “Five new troops will be lucky, today.” She said before finally turning away to go to the main chambers. There were already many a peasant littering the great halls. She let out a grunt of irritation before plastering a smile on her face and walking to her throne. She was greeted with both cheers of endearment and boos of hate. She cared not what the peasants thought of her, so she paid them no mind.
Her staff made loud clunking noises on the ground every time she set it down. It was a long, drawn out walk to the set of large ebony thrones. She was hoping to see her husband sitting upon the throne, but it appeared as though he either hadn't gotten there just yet, or he was out doing something. She hoped that she would not have to deal with these filthy peasants herself, lest she get into a foul temper and slaughter the lot of them for complaining.
She sat down upon her throne, looking out at the crowd with cold, calculating eyes, but a fake smile on her face.
“Court is in session, you there,” she pointed to a small woman carrying two newborn babes in her arms looking very stressed, “you may come up first.” The woman gave her queen a small smile before coming forward, stopping only when one of the guards set his spear in front of her to stop her path to the throne.
“Well Miss, me babes lost their father to a Dragon and we cannot feed ourselves. We was hoping that you would allow me to work here in the castle in whatever job ye see fit.” She bowed deeply, her eyes filled with a hunger that Morrigan herself had once known. Morrigan let out a sight.
“I shall let you work in this castle, and your babes will be taken care of by a castle nursemaid.” She said, waving her off.
The woman's face brightened and she nearly seemed like a new person. “Thank ye miss, I'll not forget this.” Then she ran off, attempting to find the person who would assign her her job. “You will find the common master in the Kitchen!” She called before motioning the next peasant forward. This was going to take a while.
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Na'vi was currently out in the woods that surrounded the Empire capital, searching for a prize. Something that would put her above the other Orcu currently in service. Especially Oorgk. He was an Orcu of great power and he had quite a high capture number, much greater than Na'vi's, and it annoyed her to no end. She wished nothing more than to rip his heart out through his throat and push it right back in so that he would eat it.
She liked to think of herself as smarter than the average Orcu, and she was, but she still had the temper of one of a lesser Orc.
Currently she was attempting to raise her capture number. She had heard rumours that a great white dragon had taken refuge in these woods, and that she had been pregnant with eggs. If she was able to steal away the eggs her capture number would increase greatly, depending one whether or not the Dragon even had eggs, how high a number there was, and if she could get them away from her.
Getting Dragons when they were still in their egg stage was always a great way to go. You could guarantee that they would succumb to the slaving process. The older they are the harder it is to get them to succumb, and if they are child bearing age they will never give into the slavery process.
She came to a large cave entrance, smelling something foul coming from the cave, the smell of Dragon. Dragon's actually kept themselves fairly clean, it was just that they didn't go outside of their caves to go to the bathroom.
She heard the faint sound of something very large breathing and a very distinct heat blowing out of the entrance. There was a dragon here.
She heard a growl come from behind her and she rolled forward and turned in place, turning to the source of the noise, seeing Oorgk standing there in all of his Orcu glory.
“What are you doing here?” She exclaimed at him.
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Va'len stood in the dark woods that outlined a small village. His black orb eyes stared, emotionless, at the small children that were frolicking and playing amidst the towns center, completely unaware of what was watching them. There were adults at work, and young people learning the trade of the town that he or she wished to. He noticed that some of the women were quite unhappy, looking at the boys who were training for things that would ultimately pay better. Va'len found those little women disgusting. A woman's place was below a man, that was it.
A rage boiled up inside of him, feeling a lack of weight around his neck. Something very important to him was stolen, and he suspected that someone from below had stolen it whilst he was taking a bath in a nearby hot spring. His breath misted in the cool air, his internal body temperature much higher than that of a normal humans. Something that helped him quite a lot in the winter months, but was very uncomfortable in the summer heat. He could handle extreme heat, but he didn't like it, for it reminded him too much of his past home. That was a place that he never wished to go to again.
A low, gutteral growl came from him as he saw the many trinkets that were dispersed throughout the village. One of them was his necklace, he was sure of it. He let out a gasp and fell to his knees, a loud grunting noise coming from his as his beastial side began to try and take him over. He didn't want to lose his mind to it, he wanted to be able to enjoy this pleasure without having to see it through anothers eyes, but the creature was too strong and he let out a roar as his body was taken over.
His red tinted gaze found the village once again. He shook with the strength of the anger inside of him.
Kill!
A voice inside of him roared. He got up of the ground and charged at the village with great speed. It wasn't until he was within the inner circle of the village that anyone noticed him. The village was soon filled with the sounds of screaming and demands to grab the weapons. The first of his victims was a small boy that had just been playing with his toy. Va'len grabbed the boy around the neck and lifted him off the ground. The little boy kicked out at Va'len, tears at the corner of his eyes and silent cries for his parents. Va'len simply laughed and squeezed the boys neck until he heard a loud crack and the boy fell silent. He roared when he felt something large, and hard hit his back. His piercing black gaze looked behind him to see a woman with tears running down her face, effectively blinding her.
“You worthless bastard! You killed my son!” She screamed, coming at him with what looked to me a butchers knife. Va'len simply smiled and brought his long, bladed tail up, making her run straight into it. It stabbed straight into her bulging stomach.
“I killed that one, as well.” He sneered before whipping the blade to the side, cutting her open. She let out a scream and fell to the ground, clutching at the wound that was pouring blood. She wouldn't survive.
The slaughter of the village took merely ten minutes. All that were left were a few small children and their mothers kneeling before him, begging for their lives. That was when he saw it, a small child standing at the edge of town, watching him as something dangled from her hand. He focused on it.
“My amulet!” He exclaimed before running at the child. The child became frightened and ran, the small trinket still clutched within it's soft, small hands. It didn't take Va'len long before he caught up to the small girl. He grabbed her with his tail, wrapping it around her waist and dragging her back to him.
“No! Mommy! I don't want to die! Mommy!” The girl kept crying out, clawing at his tail, trying to get him to let go of her. In the process she dropped the amulet.
“Mommy isn't here to safe you.” He said before constricting his tail around her like a boa. She let out gasps, and whimpers, still crying out for her mother. Then there was the sound of several things with her snapping and her whole body went limp, her spinal column broken. He heartlessly tossed her body aside and picked up the amulet which was an intricately designed amulet with many a different animal carved into it. The amulet was very powerful, and if he lost it, it would truly be the death of him.
He quickly put it around his neck, sighing at the familiar weighted feeling of the intricate amulet on his neck once again. He looked behind him, seeing the red stained ground of the once pretty village. There were very few survivors, and most likely the survivors would not survive. He stared upwards at the entrance to the Village and saw the mark of the Empire upon it.
He simply turned away and walked off into the woods, looking for what he had been searching for before his amulet had been stolen.
I am doing it this way to make it easier and perhaps illicit longer, and better posts since you can only post once per turn.
If any of your have questions about this, please don't hesitate to PM me.
I am so glad that you all have decided to do this, and I hope that this will actually reach its end.
Have fun writing, everyone.
An entire month had passed since Vallarion had slayed the Dragon. She had received a few injuries that could have been fatal had it not been for her bond with Kivarria. Vallarion was quite grateful for her Dragon and her quickened ability to heal. For wounds that would have taken at least two month to heal, just took two weeks. In those two weeks she had sent her subjects to scout out the land, watching for any activity of Dragon Slavers, or Empire. There was one occurrence with Dragon Slaver, but the Dragon fought too much and they decided that it was too dangerous to let live, and they killed it.
It had just been a year old as well. It had actually been a child of two of the Dragons that were bonded to Dragon Masters. The Slavers are very lucky that they weren't torn to pieces by the mother and father.
Vallarion was currently standing at the mouth of the cave that she and Kivarria slept. This area was littered with large caves that many of the Dragon Masters had made their homes. Vallarion used her Elven magic to hide the caves from sight, but sooner or later a member of the Empire would discover the caves and the Dragon Masters would have to relocate.
The sky was murky, looking as if there was a storm was on its way. Vallarion always loved a good storm, but this storm felt different, as if it wasn't natural. She closed her eyes, using her elven blood and connection with nature to feel what was wrong. She found that the Earth was warning her of something bad that was going to happen.
Her eyes flashed open, showing dark red eyes. She turned on her heel and went straight back into her cave, going straight for her little storage area that was just smaller cave off of the main one. In here Vallarion had just a small amount of gold, weapons and her second set of armour. She was wearing the one she liked the most at the moment. She felt tremors in the ground and looked behind her to find Kivarria staring at her with golden eyes. Her head was the size of the smaller caves entrance so she couldn't enter.
Do you feel it as well, Vallarion? Kivarria's soft, yet strong voice echoed in her mind. Vallarion nodded and went back to what she was doing.
“Yes, something is on the horizon, and we must be ready for it,” she paused for a moment, grabbing the first blade that she had ever wielded. It was a fairly simple blade made out of Ironbark, a tree that had wood that was stronger than Iron. The only way to harvest their bark is too wait before they are old and fall themselves. That is why she has always kept this with her, for it was valuable and she wished to not lose it.
She stared at it for a moment before putting it up. She then grabbed two blades that were six inches in length and put them in the scabbards before putting them around her waist, she then grabbed her bow which was made out of Oak. She strapped that to her back as well as a bundle of arrows.
She turned to Kivarria once more.
“I do not wish to make a move, just yet. The danger is not immediate. I will allow my subjects to go about their day, and then we shall call a meeting tomorrow and we shall prepare them for what may come.” She began moving forward toward Kivarria, not intimidated by the glowing eyes of her Dragon. There were many others that would faint at the sight of this beautiful Dragon of the fire Element, but not Vallarion. She supposed it had something to do with the fact that she and Kivarria had known each other for over two hundred years.
Are you sure that is wise, Vallarion? What if the danger does not wait for the day to pass? It would catch our people off guard, would it not?
Vallarion sighed in irritation.
“Kivarria, all will be fine.” Vallarion gave her dragon a loving pat on the nose before pushing on her snout to move. Kivarria let out a sigh that caused smoke to fly from her nostrils and surround Vallarion before she moved away. Vallarion simply coughed a little before walking through the thick smoke. She knew the cave very well, having lived in it for fifty years, now.
“For now, I do believe we should find my husband and tell him what the Goddess has told me so that we may formulate a plan.” She moved to the caves entrance, looking up to see the clouds completely gone and the sun shining brightly down onto the beautiful forest.
“Do you know where my husband went, Kivarria?”
I am not sure where he went. He left early this morning before you awoke, and I dared not question him. You know how he can be with me, at times.
Vallarion let out another sigh before stepping out of the cave.
“Then I shall go on foot to find him. If I am not back within three hours time come and find me, Kivarria.” Kivarria nodded and let out a grunt of agreement. It shouldn't take her more than an hour to find her husband. Vallarion stepped out into the sun, shielding her eyes from the brightness before finally setting off with a pack with a food and a canteen made out of leather and lined with a cleaned sheeps stomach on the inside to keep the water from leaking out.
It was a fairly calm day, now that the clouds had withered away, leaving the sky a clear blue. She breathed in deeply scenting several animals in her immediate vicinity. A wolf in heat, searching for a mate to begin a pack, a family of rabbits that were nesting in a burrow. That would be handy information for her later if she grew hungry, and a single Crow that was currently perched in a tree, following Vallarion's movements.
She wasn't sure why she was always being followed by this bird, this was the third time in as many weeks that she had seen this noble creature. She could hear it hopping from branch to branch, attempting to follow her as silently as possible.
Sooner or later Vallarion was going to have to kill this bird, just to make sure that it wasn't under the control of the Empire. For now, however, she would ignore the creature and see what would happen.
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Morrigan sat in a dark room, lacking in clothing. She had a large, black tome sitting in her lap and her Drow eyes let her see like it was dimly lit in the room. This was something that she did at least every other day. She loved sitting in the dark, able to be free from the confines of clothing whilst she looked over her many spells that she had collected over the years. Some were of a light branch, but most were of the darkest branch from the darkest hells you could imagine.
Her favourite spell was one to raise every creature on a fallen battlefield to aid you in battle. She had only ever used it once, however. She had two reasons why she had only used it once. First: It took half an hour to prepare and an entire body from the battlefield as something that would activate the spell. Second: The last time she cast the spell there had been a Dragon corpse beneath the ground, and raising it brought around casualties from both sides. She just couldn't control an animal with a soul that big. It also takes another half an hour to undo the spell.
Currently Morrigan was looking over a spell that she had not used since her first days of practicing magic. She ran her fingers gently over the page, looking at the drawing and elvish writing that littered the page. Her mind drifted back to the days where she really had no stress, she was loved, in a non sordid way, and her life was overall better. She began shaking, thinking about her mentor and how he had loved her. Her fist curled over the page and she slammed the book closed, tossing it with her magic back into its hidden area that was just by the window on the far side of the room.
She looked into that mirror, finding there were twin streams of water falling from her face. She angrily wiped them away and got up from the bed.
“Naur.” She said, waving her hand in front of her. Suddenly ever lamp and candle in the room burst alive with flame, lighting the room entirely. She ignored the pathetic wench in the mirror and went to the small closet in the corner of the room and took out her robes. She smiled at them, imagining how her mother would have reacted to such an outfit. She paused in her thinking to shake her head and growl.
“What is wrong with me today?” She asked herself before donning her clothing and grabbing her magical staff. She waved her hand once again and the lights went out, letting her escape the room without bringing attention to the door. It was her private room, and she didn't wish anyone to go snooping in it.
The second she left her room she could feel something was amiss. She wandered out of the bedroom that she and the King shared, much to her displeasure, and went to the room in the castle that really shouldn't be there. There was no protective quality around it, it was just plain windows. It was for viewing pleasure, that was all. It was set high in the castle, letting a nice view be seen. As she looked out the window she saw cloud cover that had been off in the distance disappear very suddenly. Too suddenly for her taste.
What are they up to?
She had a very tempting idea to send one of her soldiers to investigate, but the last time she deigned to do that the soldier was killed. So, just like Vallarion she would ignore it for the day. She herself would go early in the morning the next day to seek what it was, but today she had somethings to take care of. She had to make a couple of deals with the Slavers, hear the complaints of the peasants, and execute a demon that had been found at the edge of town. She would take great pleasure in killing the creature.
Morrigan's gaze went to just beyond the city limits to where the Dragon Slavers had made camp. She could see a total of five cages in the encampment, all with shadowy figures moving within them. Morrigan let a smile grace her eerily beautiful face. “Five new troops will be lucky, today.” She said before finally turning away to go to the main chambers. There were already many a peasant littering the great halls. She let out a grunt of irritation before plastering a smile on her face and walking to her throne. She was greeted with both cheers of endearment and boos of hate. She cared not what the peasants thought of her, so she paid them no mind.
Her staff made loud clunking noises on the ground every time she set it down. It was a long, drawn out walk to the set of large ebony thrones. She was hoping to see her husband sitting upon the throne, but it appeared as though he either hadn't gotten there just yet, or he was out doing something. She hoped that she would not have to deal with these filthy peasants herself, lest she get into a foul temper and slaughter the lot of them for complaining.
She sat down upon her throne, looking out at the crowd with cold, calculating eyes, but a fake smile on her face.
“Court is in session, you there,” she pointed to a small woman carrying two newborn babes in her arms looking very stressed, “you may come up first.” The woman gave her queen a small smile before coming forward, stopping only when one of the guards set his spear in front of her to stop her path to the throne.
“Well Miss, me babes lost their father to a Dragon and we cannot feed ourselves. We was hoping that you would allow me to work here in the castle in whatever job ye see fit.” She bowed deeply, her eyes filled with a hunger that Morrigan herself had once known. Morrigan let out a sight.
“I shall let you work in this castle, and your babes will be taken care of by a castle nursemaid.” She said, waving her off.
The woman's face brightened and she nearly seemed like a new person. “Thank ye miss, I'll not forget this.” Then she ran off, attempting to find the person who would assign her her job. “You will find the common master in the Kitchen!” She called before motioning the next peasant forward. This was going to take a while.
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Na'vi was currently out in the woods that surrounded the Empire capital, searching for a prize. Something that would put her above the other Orcu currently in service. Especially Oorgk. He was an Orcu of great power and he had quite a high capture number, much greater than Na'vi's, and it annoyed her to no end. She wished nothing more than to rip his heart out through his throat and push it right back in so that he would eat it.
She liked to think of herself as smarter than the average Orcu, and she was, but she still had the temper of one of a lesser Orc.
Currently she was attempting to raise her capture number. She had heard rumours that a great white dragon had taken refuge in these woods, and that she had been pregnant with eggs. If she was able to steal away the eggs her capture number would increase greatly, depending one whether or not the Dragon even had eggs, how high a number there was, and if she could get them away from her.
Getting Dragons when they were still in their egg stage was always a great way to go. You could guarantee that they would succumb to the slaving process. The older they are the harder it is to get them to succumb, and if they are child bearing age they will never give into the slavery process.
She came to a large cave entrance, smelling something foul coming from the cave, the smell of Dragon. Dragon's actually kept themselves fairly clean, it was just that they didn't go outside of their caves to go to the bathroom.
She heard the faint sound of something very large breathing and a very distinct heat blowing out of the entrance. There was a dragon here.
She heard a growl come from behind her and she rolled forward and turned in place, turning to the source of the noise, seeing Oorgk standing there in all of his Orcu glory.
“What are you doing here?” She exclaimed at him.
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Va'len stood in the dark woods that outlined a small village. His black orb eyes stared, emotionless, at the small children that were frolicking and playing amidst the towns center, completely unaware of what was watching them. There were adults at work, and young people learning the trade of the town that he or she wished to. He noticed that some of the women were quite unhappy, looking at the boys who were training for things that would ultimately pay better. Va'len found those little women disgusting. A woman's place was below a man, that was it.
A rage boiled up inside of him, feeling a lack of weight around his neck. Something very important to him was stolen, and he suspected that someone from below had stolen it whilst he was taking a bath in a nearby hot spring. His breath misted in the cool air, his internal body temperature much higher than that of a normal humans. Something that helped him quite a lot in the winter months, but was very uncomfortable in the summer heat. He could handle extreme heat, but he didn't like it, for it reminded him too much of his past home. That was a place that he never wished to go to again.
A low, gutteral growl came from him as he saw the many trinkets that were dispersed throughout the village. One of them was his necklace, he was sure of it. He let out a gasp and fell to his knees, a loud grunting noise coming from his as his beastial side began to try and take him over. He didn't want to lose his mind to it, he wanted to be able to enjoy this pleasure without having to see it through anothers eyes, but the creature was too strong and he let out a roar as his body was taken over.
His red tinted gaze found the village once again. He shook with the strength of the anger inside of him.
Kill!
A voice inside of him roared. He got up of the ground and charged at the village with great speed. It wasn't until he was within the inner circle of the village that anyone noticed him. The village was soon filled with the sounds of screaming and demands to grab the weapons. The first of his victims was a small boy that had just been playing with his toy. Va'len grabbed the boy around the neck and lifted him off the ground. The little boy kicked out at Va'len, tears at the corner of his eyes and silent cries for his parents. Va'len simply laughed and squeezed the boys neck until he heard a loud crack and the boy fell silent. He roared when he felt something large, and hard hit his back. His piercing black gaze looked behind him to see a woman with tears running down her face, effectively blinding her.
“You worthless bastard! You killed my son!” She screamed, coming at him with what looked to me a butchers knife. Va'len simply smiled and brought his long, bladed tail up, making her run straight into it. It stabbed straight into her bulging stomach.
“I killed that one, as well.” He sneered before whipping the blade to the side, cutting her open. She let out a scream and fell to the ground, clutching at the wound that was pouring blood. She wouldn't survive.
The slaughter of the village took merely ten minutes. All that were left were a few small children and their mothers kneeling before him, begging for their lives. That was when he saw it, a small child standing at the edge of town, watching him as something dangled from her hand. He focused on it.
“My amulet!” He exclaimed before running at the child. The child became frightened and ran, the small trinket still clutched within it's soft, small hands. It didn't take Va'len long before he caught up to the small girl. He grabbed her with his tail, wrapping it around her waist and dragging her back to him.
“No! Mommy! I don't want to die! Mommy!” The girl kept crying out, clawing at his tail, trying to get him to let go of her. In the process she dropped the amulet.
“Mommy isn't here to safe you.” He said before constricting his tail around her like a boa. She let out gasps, and whimpers, still crying out for her mother. Then there was the sound of several things with her snapping and her whole body went limp, her spinal column broken. He heartlessly tossed her body aside and picked up the amulet which was an intricately designed amulet with many a different animal carved into it. The amulet was very powerful, and if he lost it, it would truly be the death of him.
He quickly put it around his neck, sighing at the familiar weighted feeling of the intricate amulet on his neck once again. He looked behind him, seeing the red stained ground of the once pretty village. There were very few survivors, and most likely the survivors would not survive. He stared upwards at the entrance to the Village and saw the mark of the Empire upon it.
He simply turned away and walked off into the woods, looking for what he had been searching for before his amulet had been stolen.
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