[hider=Lyssa Nemorienne]
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[hider=Appearance][img]http://safebooru.org//images/594/6d28f88093e6eced4a87d59d7e79d9f46f42f084.png[/img]

Lyssa stands at a respectable 5'6". She has two sharp horns growing out of her forehead, and two medium sized bat like wings on her back accompanied by a long, slender spaded tail. She has a pale complexion, and bright blue eyes. Most of the time she wears a black and white dress. As far as attractiveness goes, most would probably find her quite attractive.[/hider]

[color=f6989d]
[h3]"Hey hey! You, new person! Wanna come back to my place and do something fun? I got this new thingy I wanna try! I'm not takin' no for an answer either!~"[/h3][/color]

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"Lyssa Nemo...nemorinne! Gah, my last name is a mouthfull. Just call my Lys!~"[/color]
[b]Name:[/b]
Lyssa Nemorienne

[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b]
[color=f6989d]"Friendly neighborhood, adorable demon! It's true!~"[/color]

[color=f6989d]"16 years of age! Old enough now that the fun police won't follow me everywhere!~"[/color]
[b]Age:[/b]
16

[color=f6989d]"Feeemale!~"[/color]
[b]Gender:[/b]
Female

[color=f6989d]"About as adorably demonic as they get!~"[/color]
[b]Race:[/b]
Demon

[color=f6989d]"I give free hugs to everyone!~"[/color]
[b]Sexuality:[/b]
Pansexual

[b]Magic:[/b]
Alchemy: Deconstruction
To put simply, this is the deconstruction of elements using Alchemy. By understanding an items composition, she can break the bonds between the elements, turning anything the magic touches into nothing more than useless scrap. Of course, she has to understand what exactly it is she's deconstructing for it to work. In retrospect, this magic has quite a few drawbacks. Especially considering she has to rely on her own physical abilities a lot of the time.

For example, breaking the bonds in water, creating Oxygen and Hydrogen. A pure element such as Iron, all she has to do is break the bonds between the iron particles themselves, and it'll turn them into small scraps.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Once something's destroyed, it's destroyed almost instantly becoming little more than useless hunks of scrap in the process. A single touch is all it will take, and if she can get the composition right, then the item basically becomes useless. She could effectively kill a human with a touch if she so desired. It'd take longer to break down more complex organisms, and she'd have to do it for awhile, but you can bet you'd be hurting - most likely internal bleeding and a few other broken things.

As long as she's touching something, she can send magic along it to reach the area around a target at range. 

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Despite how effective the magic is at destroying, it has a lot of weaknesses. Such as being close enough to touch whatever it is you want to destroy. (Or at least, she has yet to discover a way to make her abilities work at range.) Secondly, against another Alchemist, it'd be a bit of a hassle, considering they could just remake whatever she had destroyed if given time.

Third, against things like fire, and other things it'd be difficult to defend against. She'd have to use her creativity here to her advantage.

She likes to think her martial training makes up for a bit these setbacks, however.

[b]Catalyst:[/b]
N/A

[b]Other Skills:[/b]
Lyssa is fairly strong, despite her cute and cuddly appearance. She practices martial arts daily, and is easily fairly good at it. Perhaps no the best, but she could give most people a run for their money.

[b]Inventory:[/b]
Aside from various sweets, not much.

[color=f6989d]"Come ooon!~ I'll shower you with cuddles and affection!~ Pleeeease?"[/color]
[b]Familiar:[/b]
N/A


[b]Pesonality:[/b]
If one would describe Lys, it's an unending bundle of energy and friendliness. Indeed, she never seems to tire and ends something with just as much energy as she started it with. She likes meeting new people, and loves hanging out with others. An all around people person, some might say. She'll be the first to befriend the new kid at at school...and also the first to steal any sweets you might have.

A bit of a nerd as well, loves playing video games and super heroes and stuff.

She tends to shy away from violence and conflict, but if she must she will end it as swiftly as she can. Her magic, which deconstructs elements can end things quite easily, if she has too.

Ah, and she can say some...odd things sometimes. Don't read too much into them.

And despite her lazy nature towards her studies, she's not unintelligent. She's quite resourceful, most of the time, and can probably recite the periodic table backwards and forwards.

[b]Backstory:[/B]

Her history is rather mundane. Her parents were rather normal people, who both attended Montagne themselves. Her mother was an Alchemy mage, and her father was a Prima mage - though he never had much love for magic, instead focusing on martial pursuits, and combining his magic with them. She herself, grew fascinated by magic as well and started attempting to learn Alchemy. Her father though, also made sure she received proper physical and martial training as well. No child of his was going to study silly magic and let their bodies waste away.

Even now, she still practices, though she doesn't really put much emphasis on it when she's at Montange, instead focusing more on the magic aspects of her abilities.


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[hider=Sorcha]

[center] [hider=Sorcha][img]http://i.imgur.com/Luuewrs.jpg?1[/img][/hider]

Sorcha is tall, giving off a regal air of sophistication and nobility. She stands at a tall 5'9", dwarfing most of the men she has ever met. Her splendid white hair brilliantly reflects the sunlight, and it's obvious she takes very good care of it. Her skin, in places where she has it, is flawless in every since of the word, not a blemish to be found.

As far as her human traits go, she'd probably be the girl that caused everyone to turn their heads, and possibly even walk into a pole.

It is quite obvious she isn't human. Brilliant white wings cover her back, and have not tattered or dulled with age, and are just as pristine as the day she was born. A long, powerful white tail extends behind her, ready in equally pristine condition. Atop her head, are two sharp, pointed horns that protrude upwards. Where she doesn't have skin, she has white scales. They cover most of her legs and waist, curving around her sides and covering most of her back and arms with the durable armor.

Her eyes, a fierce, commanding red.

The armor she wears, was crafted by a nameless blacksmith in her old town. She wears it out of sentiment and so that she will never forget the pain of that horrible day where she lost everything she considered herself to love.

[color=aba000][h3]"You, human. I demand tribute. All of the junk food you have will suffice."[/h3][/color]

[color=aba000]
"I have been known as many names through my years, but you may call me Lady Sorcha."[/color]
[b]Name:[/b]
Sorcha Ó Maoilriain
she likes reminding people that it means 'Radiant' or 'Brilliant King'

Those she likes, meaning her master, may call her by her first name. The rest will address her as 'Lady Sorcha.'

[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b]
"Goddess of the Heavens"
"Bringer of the Storm"
"The wandering Tempest"

Her favorite:
"Thou who will smite thee with bolts of fury if thou maketh her angry"

[b]Age:[/b]
[color=aba000]"I have fought alongside one of the greatest leaders and wizards of the ancient age, Fought against a mighty warrior in the freezing winds of the north, and was worshiped as a protector and god before those damnable religious zealots burned my village and attempted to slay me. I am a proud, noble being deserving of respect and will not tolerate such insolence and rudeness as you asking my age."[/color]

[b]Gender:[/b]
Female

[b]Race:[/b]
Dragon

[color=aba000]"Hmm? I have no interest in such affairs with you little humans. That said...I have taken a human lover on occasion. But I only accept the strong, those strong enough to win my respect or force me into submission. I doubt you can do either."[/color]

[b]Sexuality:[/b]
She feels no such desires. However, she is attracted to strength. And if she views someone as strong...well, who knows? She might just say yes.

[b]Year:[/b]
N/A

[b]Powers:[/b]
Roar of the Heavens:
Being a dragon of Thunder and Storms, she has minimal control over the element. While she can't 'breathe' it in the traditional sense, she can, direct a lightning bolt towards a target. In humanoid form, she can fire such bolts from her hands or glaive. However, she can not rapid fire them - they take a few seconds to charge, so to speak. The stronger the bolt, the longer 'charge' it needs.

Once upon a time, it is said that she was able to summon disastrous tempests that would blow away all but the most stalwart of men. She neither confirms or denies these claims.

Immovable Wall:
Her scales are quite durable, and work well enough for a natural armor and to deflect blades...and are really gonna hurt something fierce if you get whacked with one.

Another rumor states she could at one point, take he form of a majestic scaled lizard, dwarfing the largest of man made buildings. Another rumor she neither confirms nor denies.

[b]Strengths:[/b]
It's lightning. You know, electricity. It'll mess you up fairly badly if you get hit with it. It's an incredibly fast projectile, and while it is been proven possible to dodge, one would need to be incredibly fast to do so.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
Lightning is drawn to high places. Not to mention, it can't pass through ground so well. Any earth-related element is going to find themselves at quite an advantage to her lightning. Lightning rods also work quite well for grounding her electricity. Works better as precise, targeted attacks and not so well as Area of Effect attacks.

[b]Catalyst:[/b]
A ancient, but well taken care of and strong [Url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/71/dd/73/71dd735eb7b7e804dc8ec53be8650f95.jpg]Glaive[/url], forged out of dragon scales. She always seems to have this with her, and seems to hold some importance to her. However, if asked she will simply give a wistful smile, and respond that it's simply a gift from a long dead friend. She never elaborates more on that.

[b]Inventory:[/b]
Her Glaive.

[b]Master:[/b]
N/A

[b]Personality:[/b]
Prideful. Stubborn. Arrogant. Those are the three words that would most definitely describe her accurately. Any dragon creature would share similar personality traits, and none so embody that fact like Sorcha. Honorable, Fair, and a lover [s]of junk food[/s] shiny things, are just about all that encompass her personality. She will never tolerate an insult towards herself, or anyone that she so happens to deem worthy of being her master. To do so would severely tarnish her pride, and is something she would never let happen.

Tends to hold grudges because of her pride, should she lose or be insulted in some way.

However, she also knows she is no god, and would never actually call herself as such. In fact, she loathes those who call themselves gods, and would gladly impale them on her glaive.

[color=aba000]"My history...is quite long, I assure you. I remember every detail of my life...even the painful ones that never quite heal."[/color]

[b]Backstory:[/B]
Her origins are shrouded in mystery, though one can confirm she was born sometime shortly before the birth of Christ somewhere in Scotland or Ireland. Her childhood is shrouded in much history, though she says she never knew her parents much - they were murdered when she was but a child and had to fend for herself through most of it and made sure to keep to herself and stay away from others - especially humans. Her parents had warned that they feared dragons, and would probably attempt to kill her, and she made sure to avoid them. Sticking to forests, caves, and never staying in one area for long.

And then, she met, A great wizard. He wanted a familiar, a powerful being. She of course, refused and the two fought, her ending up losing. And as an agreement reached before the fight, she became his familiar and fought, worked, and traveled alongside the wizard for much of his life, until they went their separate ways.

A few hundred years later, she found herself in the cold northern lands - somewhere what is around Denmark today. Having tasted battle fighting along a heroic king and her owner, she set out to make a name for herself in these lands she had never laid eyes on before - Terrorizing and plundering the landscape for any valuable she could find.

She claims it is one of the least glamorous chapters in her life, but she will not deny that it happened. Soon enough, she was challenged by a brave warrior, and the two fought each other in honorable combat. She killed all of his men, and fatally wounded the warrior, but not before receiving a near fatal wound herself. She managed to flee, but her wounds eventually got the best of her, and she passed out, unable to retain consciousness.

What happened after then, no one really knows. She has never told anyone - but it is known a few hundred years later she showed up in some small European village - with her Glaive in hand. She says she saved the village from a plague - some uppity mage or something was causing it. Normally she wouldn't care about such a thing, but the village offered a reward that quite intrigued the dragon.

Money. all of the Cities money, and their undying loyalty to the great dragon. She couldn't refuse such an offer, and within the next day, the mage lay dead and the plague stopped before it could spread any further. And for another few hundred years, she was praised and worshiped as a goddess by the people. The town grew and prospered under her guidance and protection. Until those religious zealots sought to kill her in the name of their god. They burned her village to the ground, killing all of the peasants and attempting to kill her. Fools ended up charred to a crisp from her bolts, but the damage was done. The entire town was decimated, nothing more than charred cinders and a grieving dragon.

This affected the dragon greatly. Over the years, she grew to care for the villagers - indeed, she even could say she had fallen for one of the locals.

On the night following its said her furious, grieving, cries could be heard through the entire countryside.

What happened after that, she never reveals, though she wandered and caused minor troubles here and there. She simply states she traveled, and has yet to take another master. Why she wants one now is anyone guess. Some with guts says she's lonely after being out of touch with people for so many years. Such people usually end up on the receiving end of her smiting.

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The wind howled, threatening to knock them all off their feet.

Rain poured from the heavens, drowning all in its seemingly sorrowful wake.

Lightning danced across the sky, illuminating a large silhouette in the distance with each flash.

Indeed, Thor must be angry at some mortal. For why else would the God of Thunder let such a beast ravage the land?

At least, those were the thoughts of his men they steeled themselves, approaching the lair of the ferocious beast. An old beast, probably older than all of the men combined. The group of soldiers were afraid of the beast, that much was certain. Not even the might man in front of them who slew the beast Grendel, and his abominable mother could hope to kill this beast unscathed, could he?

Gods willing, he would be able to even scratch the beast.

For this beast, was no ordinary opponent.

They had heard tales of a mighty beast that spewed thunder and cleaved men in half with its claws. It served the king of some far off land, but that was years ago and the king was long dead. Or at least, the beast had been abandoned, it’s purpose served. Now it was nothing more than a mongrel that needed to be put out if its misery. Over the years, the people of Denmark gave the beast a name.

The Wandering Tempest of the North. It never stayed in one place for long, save for the moments it rested in its den. But even then, it only ever ventured out on occasion, but recently…The dragon had been ravaging the land for months now. Its rampaging for food and other necessities had ceased, for the beast was no longer pillaging simply for sustenance. 

Someone had taken something precious from it. A golden chalice, given to it by its former master.

And it was furious.

With Nægling at his side, the brave leader of these men stood stalwartly against the raging winds. He said not a word to his men, only studied the beast silently from a distance, sensing his men’s’ fear of the beast. Cowards, then. But could he blame them? No, not really. Not against a beast such as this. He could spare them at least some humiliation, however.


“I shall fight alone.” The man said to his men. The silence that followed was evident enough that he was correct. With Nægling and shield drawn, the hero set forth to conquer this beast.

[color=aba000]“Human,”[/color] A large, booming voice filled the area, its source evident as the massive silhouette in the distance. [color=aba000] “Coming here means a death sentence.”[/color] The earth trembled as the creature slammed one massive claw into the ground. [color=aba000] “Unless thou have a means of defeating, I? LAUGHABLE.”[/color] The beast roared, loud enough to even be heard by the other men through the howling wind.

“You can speak, beast?” The man asked, though the question was largely irrelevant. They both knew what the other was thinking. One of them wouldn’t be leaving here alive.

[color=aba000]“Pointless conversation will not save you, human. Words mean little, but I have not forgotten what Honor is. Tell me your name, human, and when I crush you beneath my claws I will be so kind as to carve your name into your grave.”[/color]

“I am Beowulf! Hero of the Geats and slayer of the beast Grendel and his abominable mother!” The man replied.

[color=aba000]“…Beowulf, you stand before the Radiant King of the Heavens. The Wandering Tempest. Aide to the once powerful King Arthur of Britannia. Draw your weapon, and I will give you the honor of dying by my claws.”[/color]

And with no more words to be said between the warriors, the two clashed, for no amount of words could persuade either to lower their weapons. Their honor and own pride would not allow it.

The battle was short and decisive. Beowulf and the dragon were evenly matched it seemed. For a human, he was indeed a mighty warrior. His shield deflected bolts of lightning, and he was able to avoid most blows from the dragons’ claws. 

Even so, however, the great Beowulf was no match for the beast alone.

The dragons lightning slammed into his shield, the thing becoming a useless, charred husk in the process. The dragons’ claws didn’t miss their mark afterwards, barely able to dodge being crushed under them.

Beowulf closed in on the dragon in retaliation, swinging the mighty sword, Nægling at the dragons throat in an attempt to land a fatal blow.

The sword however, was no match for the dragons scales. The sword cracked, and a bolt of lightning charred the warrior, sending the human to the ground, fatally wounded from the attack. Beowulf, would have died there were it not for the young man who came to his aid, overcoming the fear of the beast.

He shouted words of encouragement to the downed Beowulf. The warrior rises to his feet, the cracked sword in his hand. Wiglaf sacrifices his shield as a distraction, allowing Beowulf to strike at the dragons’ throat once again, causing Nægling to shatter into pieces. Roaring in pain, the dragon didn’t have enough time to retaliate to the strike of Wiglaf as he plunged his own sword into the dragons’ throat.

But the dragon wasn’t done, no. It was badly injured, but it wouldn’t die here. Summoning the last of its strength, a bolt of lightning fell from the heavens, burning Wiglaf’s hand, him barely having time to react to move a safe distance away.

Either way, however, this battle was over.

The dragon was bleeding, badly. Its throat had practically been ripped open, and it was unable to summon any more strength.

Gradually, the storm began to subside, and the dragon…fell to the ground, completely exhausted. So did the warrior, finally succumbing to his own wounds, but not before instructing Wiglaf to take the treasure from the dragons’ lair, and pile it outside so he could see it.

However, while they were distracted, the dragon moved.

Summoning the last of its strength, the dragon flapped its mighty wings, fleeing the battlefield. It had been beaten, but it had no intention of dying here. The humans shouted, but were unable to stop the dragon from fleeing.

Even if it did, however, it likely wasn’t going to live long without some sort of aid. The dragon, didn’t seem intent on stopping, however. Instead, if flew east. Towards the home it knew.

It flew nonstop, being unable to stop, for if it did, it knew that it would never be able to start again.
Soon, though, even her thoughts grew hazy. She didn’t know how long she had been flying, but it couldn’t have been for very long. She fell into the waves below, its wings unable to support itself any more.

Sometime later, the dragon was able to drag itself onto some beach. It has exhausted all of its energy, willpower, and stubbornness. Chances were, it would have been dead within the hour.

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[hider=A little game]
Iasracha had been enjoying a long walk on the sands of Northern Gaul. The Northern and Southern pantheons had managed to avoid causing what the Norse described as ... Ragnorak? For now, at least according to them. The date was always getting postponed, and despite her more peaceful nature in this life she wanted a piece of the action that they were always talking about.

So why did they send the Phoenix to as a diplomat? Thoth, Ibis of Wisdom, and Hermes, the Messenger, had determined that Iravis had fufilled two requirements. She was a god, which proved that this was serious. Iasracha also couldn't die, so even if they decided to take her hostage she would simply kill herself and reicarnate elsewhere.

But she had finished, and decided to take a stop in Rome's former territory in order to look over some of the old sites that had once been under the Imperium's fist. The goddess wasn't exactly sure what she would do afterwards ... [color=salmon][i]Does my moon need a visit?[/i][/color]

Thoughts of revisiting her old companion dissapeared as she spotted a large corpse on the ground in the distance. Transforming into a magnificent blue bird, the Phoenix flew closer and realized it was the body of a dragon, washed up on the shore, waves bashing against it's body.

As she landed nearby, the Phoenix could feel the creature's warth dissapaiting, and the fire bird took another look at the dragon.

[color=salmon][i]Filled with youth too ...[/i][/color] If the Goddess changed it to human years ... probably fourteen to sixteen in terms of maturity. Sighing for a moment, the blue haired goddess debated using her powers. This wasn't a member of anything she had a shred of loyalty to. In fact, the dragon could turn out to be a problem later.

Letting a child die was worse though, and a heavy heart would never pass the scales. A few tears dropped, a claw wrapped around the dragonling, and with some difficulty the Phoenix started to fly away...

When the dragon came to, she'd see a blue haired woman leaning on a tree from across a large campfire and a pile of venison near its head, ready to be eaten.

An olive shade of skin ran across her body, and her figure was thin all around. The blue of a raging fire colored her mane, a long braid running over her left shoulder. Despite being out camping, she was also surprisingly clean, a thin white dress had no stain upon it, and her skin carried no dirt. The lack of wet hair suggested this was not from a recent bath, however.

The dragon was unconscious for most of the flight. She couldn’t even feel herself being moved. She barely even registered it.

Sometime later, however, she came to. A low growl came from her throat as she rather violently regained consciousness. A roar, followed by the house sized lizard scrambling to its feet, its powerful legs creating a small tremor as it regained its footing. Its wings flapped, a gust of wind buffeting the entire campsite, likely messing up the entire place.

The beast looked absolutely terrified, if a dragon was even capable of such an emotion. Its red eyes fell on the blue haired woman, a quiet warning growl formed in her throat as it glared at her.

[color=aba000]“Who…are...? You are not...Beowulf. State thy name and intentions before I char thee to cinders!”[/color] It at least seemed, the beast was intelligent enough to form words and not attack the woman on sight, though one wrong moved and the dragon likely would.

The woman raised an eyebrow as the dragon woke up, smiling as it seemed to stretch out and take in it's surroundings. Although some steryotypes seemed to be true, the creature too proud and arrogant to thank the person who obviously saved her life.

In a way though, it was adorable. The teenager's threat of charing her to cinders would likely be ineffective. The blue haried woman actually giggled lightly before speaking. [color=salmon]"How's the wound, young one?"[/color]

The dragon sat up, losing it’s somewhat hostile pose. It seemed to claw the ground somewhat nervously.

[color=aba000]“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about!”[/color] Her voice seemed to drop that regal tone that it carried previously. [color=aba000]“M-my scales are impenetrable, and would never be injured by something as lowly as a human.”[/color] It replied with a huff. Still, now that the dragon seemed to calm itself and sense no immediate danger, it relaxed ever so slightly around the unknown woman.

[color=aba000]“B-but that is irrelevant! Thy still has not answered my question. Who are thee?”[/color]

Tossing her head to the side with a smile, the woman decided the if the dragon was alright then her work here was done. Enough food remained on the side to feed the arrogant beast that it wouldn't be a problem. [color=salmon]"A traveller from a far away land."[/color] Standing up and stretching slightly, the blue haired woman rose and began to walk away, satisfied with having saved a young life. [color=salmon]"Do not speak of humans so lowly, for they have surmounted a thousand mountains higher than the challenge you present, and have hearts much stronger than those of the mightiest god."[/color]

A….higher…challenge than she presented!? The dragon snarled, opening its maw just enough to reveal a row of teeth that could probably chomp steel in half.

[color=aba000]“Thy…still refuse to give me thy name, and then insult me? You foolish creature.”[/color] She snarled. [color=aba000]“I am the mighty King of the Heavens. The wandering Tempest. The humans fear my name and tremble in terror whenever they hear my roar shaking the mountains of Gotland.”[/color] Without giving the girl much time to react, a spark of electricity flashed across the dragons wings. With a roar, she closed the distance between her and the woman, bounding over her and blocking her path with a mighty flap of her wings. She wouldn’t waste her time speaking to this woman.

[color=aba000]“Thy will show me proper respect, or I will have thy head for dinner.”[/color] She growled.

Despite the dragons’ tough attitude, however, she was still definitely recovering from a massive amount of blood loss and her injuries. It seemed she was intent on fighting regardless, however.

This was honestly adorable, but the blue haried woman realized that she couldn't fly away with the creature following her, and that if they got into a fight the reptile would be the one who got hurt. Perhaps taking advantage of her pride could save her.

[color=salmon]"Clearly one of these pesky humans managed to injure you, didn't they?[/color] The woman said this while grabbing the dragons mouth and shaking it back and forth slightly, as if making fun of the household dog. Now that the dragon would undoubtedly be pissed off enough to fall for almost any trick, the woman decided to propose a game.

[color=salmon]"But I digress. I propose a game, a challenge a beast with the title 'King of the Heavens' should certainly win at."[/color] As the goddess spoke the title 'King of the Heavens', she did so in an extremedly mocking tone.

[color=salmon]"A simple test of might, no cleverness involved. Whichever of us can burn down the most trees in five seconds, wins. The victor gets the other as their spoils. Do you grant you assent, oh mighty lizard? One who could turn me to cinders would certainly succeed at this challenge. If you do agree to this game, go first."[/color]

The dragon seemed to sneeze, running a claw along her snout as she was touched by the human. Something about the touch told her this woman wasn’t an ordinary human, but she had just been thoroughly insulted. Definitely insulted beyond mere rage. She lowered her snout right to the womans face, it was barely inches from it.

[color=aba000]“Very well. I accept, creature.”[/color] She growled. [color=aba000]“What can you, a puny little human even burn this forest down with?”[/color] She mocked. [color=aba000]“I’ll look forward to having you polish my scales every morning and night.”[/color]

The dragon stood as tall as its height would allow it, wings pressed against her body and looked down condescendingly towards the woman.

[color=aba000]“I suggest you take a step back, creature. I will not be having my prize burned to cinder.”[/color] She didn’t give the woman much time to react, however.  With a roar, she threw her head towards the heavens. The effect was almost instant. Lightning coated her body, creating an almost blinding flash of light for any who would be looking.

She spread her wings, standing on her hind legs as the lightning reached its peak. She slammed her front claws into the ground. Bolts of lightning fell from the heaven, hitting almost every tree in the forest within a five yard radius. A bolt of lightning even escaped from her maw, sailing right past the womans head in an attempt to surprise, or at least stun the woman. It slammed into a rather large tree behind her, the force of the impact blasting a hole in the trunk, and causing it to creak under the pressure, and eventually fall to the ground.

The rest of the trees, eventually followed suit.

She looked down at the human, obviously rather smug.

[color=aba000]“I hope you realize you have no hope of winning this contest, whelp.”[/color]

Deciding to act the part, the blue haired woman forced herself to jump back a yelp loudly, clearly terrified. Then she started to beg for mercy, asking the mighty beast to cancel this foolish contract, feeling that she had made a mistake.

[color=salmon]"For I haven't gone yet, grant this whelp mercy before I take my turn, oh mighty one, and release me from servitude."[/color]

[color=aba000]“Thy wish to flee from this challenge?”[/color] The dragon growled. [color=aba000]“Foolish whelp, you made your bed now lie in it. If thy forfeits your turn, then you become mine.”[/color] She shifted, eyeing the human dangerously. [color=aba000]“Or continue with your foolish course of action, and show me your meager power, creature, and become mine anyways.”[/color]

The dragon huffed, obviously impatient for an answer. If she took too long to answer, the dragon might just take that as a sign of forfeiture.

[color=salmon]"I ... I shall take my chances, futile as they may be."[/color]

The woman sighed, looking down. Tears began to fall from her eyes. Her arms trembled as she lifted a hand, fingers shaking as she snapped them together.

Every tree within a half mile radius was suddenly set ablaze, exploding into fire and after a few seconds deteroriating into ash. A few deer could be seen standing around, looking at the newly burned down fauna surrounding them.

The goddess turned to the dragon, a large grin on her face. She felt that her acting had been superb, and was a little proud of it.

The dragons jaw was hanging open, its wings hung limply at her side, completely, and utterly amazed. The creature just stood there for a full minute, simply taking in the sheer number of trees that she had just seen vaporize right before her eyes.

Eventually though, her mouth started moving and words attempted to form.

[color=aba000]“W-what…how…but…you…”[/color] The dragon looked at the girl in front of her. That wasn’t something any normal human was capable of. A mage, perhaps? Maybe a student of Merlin? Had she in fact made it back to Britannia then?

Whatever the case, that was moot at the moment. She had just seen a rather impressive display of power, and the dragon…well, she couldn’t deny that such displays weren’t unattractive, at least. Still, her pride was telling her that this girl had just cheated somehow. No matter how attractive the woman might appear at this very moment.

[color=aba000]“Y-you cheated!”[/color] The dragon rather childishly shouted. It was a rather flimsy claim. There was realistically no way she could have cheated given the circumstances, but the dragon could at least deny it.

[color=salmon]"That's an odd claim to make, for there was clearly enough might in me to carry you from the beaches of Northern Gaul to Antiquane. Or can you not sense the distance you travelled so quickly?"[/color] The Phoenix had a well built in ability to tell where she was, but she wasn't sure how she did it. Probably similar to the way birds in the sky did. Perhaps a flying lizard didn't?

Although now she wasn't sure what to do with her newest pet, but the Goddess wasn't exactly comfortable speaking to a dragon constantly ... maybe ... [color=salmon]"If you have a mortal form dragon, assume it. For your wounds will be easier to tend in that manner."[/color]

And ... surely the dragon had a name too. It would be rather rude to constantly call her lizard. [color=salmon]"And if you have been granted a title, tell it to me so I may call you by it."[/color]

Northern Gaul…to Antiquane? That…far? Come to think of it…where even [i]was[/i] she? There was the battle with Beowulf, her fleeing...her wings giving out somewhere over the sea, sending her to what she thought was a watery grave.

…Dear Allfather, had this woman pulled her from that, and she had just….? She hadn’t even shown respect to her rescuer then. Well, no wonder the Norns decided it fit to punish her.

It was at this point, the dragon actually started to think about her current situation….and also the moment in which a wave of exhaustion hit the beast. A rumble came from the dragons’ throat, indicating slight annoyance. Bah. There was no way she was getting around this, but there was no way she was bending her knee so easily to this woman, whether she saved her or not.

[color=aba000]“I am Sorcha Ó Maoilriain!”[/color] She replied. [color=aba000]“I am a grand dragon and would never assume the form of a lowly human willingly.”[/color]

This version of Iravis laughed at that response. This dragon's annoyance was adorable, but she implied so many things that would be better left unstated. Either way, she'd show the oversized lizard mercy for today and start training her newest pet at the dawn of the next. 

The goddess rolled her eyes to the sky. Apollo was finishing his ride for today, and the Phoenix predicted it would be dark soon.

[color=salmon]"Grand Dragon? That's quite the boast for one with so much youth..."[/color] While she was going to give the dragon some respite for today, Isaracha decided that she should at least start turning down the creature's pride a little. [color=salmon]"... but if that's your ambition, your greatness will one day be so stunning that Vahalla will welcome you with a thousand trumpets every time you choose to grace them with your prescence. But a whelp like you, [i]Sorchy Sparky[/i], isn't ready to claim such honor."[/color]

Now to deliver a bit of hope. [color=salmon]"When Ra chooses to grace the world once more, we'll start to work on that little ambition of yours. But for now, eat yourself full and rest near the fire."[/color] This time the blue-haired woman offered a dismissing wave her hand, walking among the ashes of former trees as she headed off into the distance.

S….sorchy?....Sparky?! Sorcha’s body tensed, and an eye twitched in pure rage. It was obvious the dragon would very much like to eat this person at the moment.

[color=aba000]“I-I Fought alongside the noble King Arthur! I was a Familiar to the Great Wizard Merlin! I am the definition of the word ‘great’!”[/color] The dragon shouted angrily after the blue-haired woman. If she hadn’t just lost a bet with the woman, she would definitely have made her regret saying such words. [color=aba000]“S-so don’t presume to command me so-”[/color] a loud rumble echoed through the now burnt forest, the source quite obvious as the dragon immediately silenced itself.

[color=aba000]“C-command me so easily!”[/color] She turned her head towards the food.

[color=aba000]“B-but I will definitely accept an offer of tribute!”[/color] Yes, that’s all this was. An offer of tribute. Food given to a hungry dragon, yes. Nothing more than that. Besides, she was feeling tired…and sleep…sounded nice.

With an angry grunt, the dragon walked back over to the camp, and made herself comfortable as she ate, and soon after was asleep.

When the Phoenix returned from her bath, she found the dragon curled up into a ball, snoring softly as she rested. At least the child seemed to have some sense ... looking at the ground though, the Goddess decided she could use a better pillow. She had intended on flying further south that day, but the weight of the lizard in front of her had exhausted her wings much more quickly than she intended.

So, she hopped into the dragon's curl as an impromptu sofa and closed her eyes.
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[hider=How to tame your dragon]
Isaracha had been a little worried that the dragon would wake up first, but six hours after the Phoenix had hopped off her little throne the beast was still asleep. They'd have to work on that, but considering the lizard's recent wounds the Goddess decided to not be cruel until she was fully healed.

She'd already formed a new pile of venison near the dragon, brought out water for both of them, and even crafted a small satchel. Soon the dragon would be doing the chores, but for now the Phoenix decided to be a kind owner to her newest pet.

When Sorcha finally awoke from her extended nap, she'd see the blue haired woman leaning over with a grin, observing her eye and speaking teasingly. [color=salmon]"Ra has been up for a while, but Sorchy Sparky needs her sleep apparently."[/color]

The dragon had been having a rather pleasant dream. One of before she met Merlin. Flying over the trees of Northumberland, far removed from any sort of human civilization. She could be herself back then, and do the one thing she loved most. It was a simple thing love. Oh certainly, she loved shiny things such as treasure and things of value, but…well, she loved flying even more. Even now, all these years later that was still her favorite pastime.

Oh, and smiting the fools who would dare to sneak up on her while she was sleeping. That had always been fun.

As soon as the dragon opened her eyes, she recoiled in surprise as a small growl left her throat.

[color=aba000]“Y-you!”[/color] she had been hoping all that had just been a terrible dream, but alas. It wasn’t so. [color=aba000]“Gah! You foolish woman. Sneaking up on a dragon while they sleep is usually a death sentence! But I’m feeling kind so I shall not smite thee.”[/color]

Not that she would actually do such a thing. She may loathe it, but she had made a deal after all, and she at least wouldn’t go back on her word. 

[color=salmon]"Yes, me! Perhaps if you'd done a better job smiting those trees though, this wouldn't be a problem. However, I am grateful for your kindness."[/color] The goddess decided to toss in a little reminder or the previous day's events, mostly as little ego deflation.

How to start the day's training. [color=salmon]"A mortal man bested you. And you implied yesterday you had a mortal form yourself. Am I correct?"[/color] These weren't questions, but more confirmations from facts she had gathered.

The dragon growled, but said nothing in regards to the events of yesterday. That was not something she was going to dwell on. Bah! She had been tricked again. At least Merlin was…well…tolerable. He didn’t tease her like this woman was doing when they had first met.

[color=aba000]“That mortal man was strong enough to earn my respect, woman. He died with honor.”[/color] The dragon hissed. [color=aba000]“The Allfather will grant him a place in Valhalla for such bravery and honor. Unlike a whelp like you who uses trickery.”[/color]

The blue haired woman simply smiled in return. Was she avoiding her other question? [color=salmon]"Perhaps you could learn something from him, then. Today's training is going to be some hand to hand combat, but it'd be a bit unfair for me if you were in a gigantic scaley form."[/color] The phoenix decided that perhaps this was a time she'd need to take advantage of the lizard's pride. [color=salmon]"Unless of course, thou is too scared to fight on equal terms with me. Fear is an acceptable emotion, although not one that should take control of a 'Grand' dragon."[/color]

[color=aba000][i]Grrr…this...this Harlot! Whore! Hellion! Witch! Shrew![/i][/color] Every insult the dragon could think of screamed inside of her head. Visions of her splitting her head open with a claw, ripping her head from her shoulders with her teeth danced in her head. She was too enraged to even properly form words, yet too honorable and accepting of their deal to make a move to end this miserable, hideous womans’ life. For a few moments, the dragon simply boiled in its own rage before finally managing a short, explosive roar.

[color=aba000]“FINE, YOU USELESS WITCH! YOU ARE SIMPLY AFRAID OF FIGHTING ME IN THIS FORM!”[/color] The dragons’ voice boomed loudly through the forest. [color=aba000]“But very well! I am feeling generous!”[/color] Even if she knew she was being baited, she couldn’t let such words be said without giving the woman proper punishment. [color=aba000]“If thy wishes to gaze upon my blinding, glorious human form I shall give thee the pleasure of gazing upon my majesty!”[/color]

Deciding to give the woman a little show as well, Sorcha set about revealing her human form that Merlin had granted her ages ago. Lightning coated the dragons’ body, crackling with energy as the blinding white light would obscure the vision of most mortals and other onlookers. Soon enough, however, it was done.

Honestly, her human form was probably less than impressive.

She stood at mere five foot six, two small white horns extending from a head of blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her bright red colored eyes studied the woman with obvious hatred, though a smug smile was formed on her lips. Two medium sized wings extended from her back, beating impatiently and creating a gust of wind, aimed right towards the woman. Her overall frame was slim, and not all that impressive. Bluish white scales covered most of her legs, arms, and back. Her feet had some rather sharp claw-like toenails, as did her hands. Everything else, though, was mostly human flesh and blood.

Oh.

And she was completely naked, and didn’t seem to care one bit.

[color=aba000]“I hope you are satisfied.”[/color] She snarled. [color=aba000]“My full majesty cannot be translated to such a simple form.”[/color]

The blue haired woman ignored the woman's screaming rage, instead looking towards the sky and offering a small prayer to those she would consider more mighty. When she looked back down at the naked girl in front of her however, her mind drifted off elsewhere for a bit. [color=salmon][i]Too young for me, but if she wants someone to polish her scales ...[/i][/color] Maybe they would discuss that later. 

For now though, the goddess smiled and tossed her own clothes to the side, offering an equal distraction. She didn't want to get them dirty in case she went sprawling in the mud. It was the only set she had.

At this point in their lives, they were similar aside from the lizard's telltale features. Both stood at five foot six, slightly taller than most women. The dragon had more muscles lining her arms along with the scales, which the goddess took note of. Like she expected, grace would be needed to beat this woman into submission.

[color=salmon]"Begin at your leisure."[/color] The goddess tossed over a wink as a slight taunt.

A vein bulged in the dragons’ forehead, with one of her eyes twitching in apparent anger. She didn’t even acknowledge the fact that the other woman had discarded her clothes. She wasn’t one to get distracted by such a thing, even if the other woman was…well, more or less attractive. That was second to her anger.

She hoped this woman wasn’t expecting her to be untrained in combat. Aside from her natural strength, Arthur and Merlin both taught her how to wield weapons and basic self-defense. She preferred a polearm, and her hand-to-hand combat skills were lacking, but she was confident she could beat such a weak looking woman as this.

[color=aba000]“When I win, I will take my freedom from your insufferable presence.”[/color] Sorcha said, before making her first move. She leaped into the air, her wings carrying her swiftly, almost at a speed to fast for humans to follow right at the woman. She intended to tackle the woman, pin her to the ground before she could even react.

She may have disliked this human form…but if there was one advantage it had, was that she was simply faster.

The woman simply spun around to the side, as if dancing, avoiding the tackle in general and following through with a strong hand pressed to the Dragon's back, using the dragon's motion to aid her. Straight on attacks like that were easy to turn against themselves, but the goddess had the stragest feeling that this would be what most of today would be like. Maybe the dragon would learn thoughout the day, but the Phoenix had her doubts.

The first few charges had missed. Gah, of course that was going to be too easy. But fine, then. She’d have to get a little serious here. Still wearing a scowl, Sorcha decided to change her tactics, just a bit.

She charged at the woman in her usual fashion. However, right before hitting her, she planted her feet firmly onto the ground, and launched herself skywards. In a display of almost uncanny agility, she launched herself over the woman, landing right behind her. Without missing a second, she aimed a swift, hard jab right to the womans back.

Iravis wasn't expecting that, but when she realized what was going on she accepted the hit, using it's momentum to propel herself into a roll forward. While those were still big, drammatic movements, it was a little different for the Phoenix to have someone able to manuver that well. [color=salmon]"I'll admit, that's a new one."[/color] This time though, Irasacha took the first move move, moving within the range of the teenager's fists to avoid giving the younger girl range to move swiftly in.

Good, she had gotten a hit in! If she could follow it up though, that would be better. She had aimed to do just that as well, but the other woman closed the distance between them rather quickly, preventing her from having any ability to use speed and momentum to her advantage.

Well, fine. She would just teach this whelp just how strong a dragon actually was.

She delivered a hard, swift right jab aimed right towards the woman’s sternum as she closed in, throwing all of the strength she could put behind it.

The Phoenix grined, dancer's feet moving her to the dragon's right, the fist barely managing to go by her. At the same time, she grabbed the arm in an effort to continue forcing it forward and stuck out a leg to trip the lizard over. For now, she would continue using the dragon's own strength against herself.

Well, that didn’t go as intended. The dragon felt herself falling, right into the ground. For a few seconds she laid there, her rage boiling to an even higher point, if such a thing was even possible. How dare she be humiliated like this!

She lifted her head from the ground. The entire front of her body was now covered in a rather nice helping of dirt. An angry fist slammed into the ground before pushing herself up, wiping some of the dirt off of her.

She. Was going. To burn. This woman.

No. She was going to beat her to a bloody pulp and turn her into her plaything. Lock her in a cage for her own amusement. 

With an enraged growl, she charged at the woman again, flying this time instead of running. As soon as she approached, she twirled, slamming her wing right into the girl, using both her speed from the flight and the momentum form the spin to add extra force behind the attack.

Iravis was surprised by the attack from the wing, but after recovering from the intial impact grabbed the wing and manipulated it like she had with the fist, sending the momentum from the girl downwards again, sending her sprawling in the dirt again this time. A smile sprouted from her face as the girl tumbled off into the distance. [color=salmon]"Apollo's chariot won't finish crossing the sky for some time! Would you rather continue or learn?"[/color] The older woman offered the girl mercy before continuing.

This time, she slid a few feet into the dirt. A frustrated growl, sounding almost like a child throwing a tantrum erupted from the girls mouth as she slammed her fist into the ground once again out of frustration.

She didn’t grace the woman with an answer, and instead immediately rose from the ground, and kept up her rage-fueled assault.

Thirty minutes later, Sorcha's assaults started to become messy as her limbs began to feel exhausted, unable to keep moving up to their prime. The phoenix offered a surrender for the girl, who refused to stop.

After two more hours, and Sorcha barely managing to stand, the Phoenix decided that she had enough of this silliness and that if they countinued the dragon would likely suffer a heart attack from all the strain her body had been put through. In a single motion, the dragoness would find herself toppled to the ground, arms behind her back with Iravis sitting on it like a throne. In her exhuasted state, the Phoenix bet that the girl could barely walk.

Cheerfully spoken words managed to escape her lips. [color=salmon]"Scales just aren't that comfortable for sitting on."[/color]

Sorcha simply laid on the ground, her face buried in the ground. She didn’t want to grant the woman with a proper response. Instead, she only continued struggle weakly beneath the woman, unable to do anything about her humiliating situation.

After a few moments, she even stopped struggling, too angry to do anything than to quietly stew in her own anger that she was incapable of injuring this woman. Not even Merlin had been this…cruel, to her. He always teased her, but he had never once…humiliated her like this.

[color=aba000]“My scales…are beautiful…”[/color] She finally muttered after awhile.

The goddess stood up, releasing the dragon. [color=salmon]"That's true. They just don't make a good chair."[/color] After a few moments, she walked in front of the dragon, laying down in front of her so that only a few feet were between their faces. Now that she had put the girl down, perhaps it was time to lift her up again. [color=salmon]"Sorcha Ó Maoilriain, you are strong. If two of those blows had landed, this blue haired woman would be lizard food. You also have a will of iron, continuing despite your defeat."[/color]

A look of dissapointment ran across her face next. [color=salmon]"But the mightiest strength still needs direction. A will can shake the world, but one fueled only by pride and arrogance will always fail. Those weaknesses allowed me to defeat you, no trickery involved."[/color]

She raised a finger to indicate her first point.  [color=salmon]"Your own strength was turned against you. I never once threw a blow on you, and yet you lied beneath me. You lacked direction, so I created one for you."[/color]

The blue haired woman then raised another finger. [color=salmon]"Two times I offered you surrender when you had clearly lost. Grand Dragons were weak at one point too, and know when it's time to bow out honorably rather than seek humiliation or death. Pride ruled you however, and you refused to lose some of it, so you lost all of it."[/color]

Sorcha listened, but she didn’t entirely register what the woman was saying. Her mind was too consumed by anger, hate, and simply want for herself to kill this…this whoever she was. Hate for herself, as well for being so weak perhaps. 

So, instead of doing the smart thing and probably agreeing with the woman, she simply stared at her with defiance.

[color=aba000]“I do not want nor need your pity.”[/color] She growled. [color=aba000]“There is no honor in fleeing any confrontation. I would rather die than flee. Unlike you, who doesn't even fight.”[/color]

A bit of fire lit up in the blue haired woman's soul, and she raised an eyebrow. [color=salmon]"I try to avoid fighting my pets, Sorchy Sparky."[/color]

[color=aba000]“I’m not your pet.”[/color] Sorcha hissed. [color=aba000]“And stop calling me that ridiculous name, you old wench.”[/color]

[color=salmon]"Disobedient pets do need disipline sometimes though to remember their place."[/color] The goddess stood up, lifted the dragon to her feet by the hair, then forced her head down so she was bent over.

She contemplated for a moment the pain tolerance of the teenager in front of her. Tearing down her pride would be a good thing for her in the long run, but she didn't want to create a new phobia for the lizard. Iravis then shrugged, guessing that dragons had a good degree of natural rescilliance.

So, the Phoenix brought her hand down onto the whelp's buttocks. Hard. And Again. After doing it thirty times and seeing the girl's bottom changing tone, she looked over to the dragon's head, jerking it back up to see if she had a comment. If she begged for mercy, Irasacha would consider stopping.

[color=aba000]“I am [i]not[/i] your pet-”[/color] The moment the words had even left her mouth, the woman…well, she had never had a spanking before in her entire life. [color=aba000]“Y-you intend to humiliate me further?”[/color] She said, her voice losing some of its anger. In fact, she almost seemed a little scared.

Needless to say, this was not a pleasant experience for the dragon. By the time the woman was done, Sorcha couldn’t even form the words to beg for mercy.

Instead…there were only tears. At this point, she was too mentally and physically exhausted to seriously beg, or say anything beyond a quiet whisper. All she was able to do, was to sob quietly.

[color=aba000]“S-stop…p-please…”[/color]

What a shameful, dishonorable thing to do. She shouldn’t be asking the woman to stop, she really shouldn’t. But at this point, her pride, honor, and ego had been almost completely shattered in the span of a single day.

To the Phoenix, that counted as begging. Looking into her eyes, she noticed the tears falling out of them. [color=salmon][i]Now that's over with...[/i][/color] The Goddess moved her hands off the girl's hair, using her shoulders to pull the dragon up into a tight hug. If she needed to cry, she'd let the dragon do it. Iravis doubted the creature had the remaining strength to hurt her. [color=salmon]"Grand dragons usually don't cry, but I think that's a silly custom."[/color] Isaracha started running one of her hands down Sorcha's mane, trying to comfort her.

For a moment, Sorcha was quiet and simply let the woman hug her. She was still exhausted, and couldn’t do much anyways. In fact…a hug was rather new for the young dragon. No one had ever…done such a thing before. Even so, she…she didn’t want to be here right now. She wanted to leave.

 Sorcha summoned the last of her strength that she could, and shoved the woman off of her.

[color=aba000]“I…I hate you.”[/color] She firmly stated, tears still quietly falling down her face. The look on it wasn’t one of pride, arrogance, or even the hate she claimed to be feeling. In fact, it was the look one might find on a lost, terrified child.

Using the last of the strength she had left, she flapped her wings, carrying herself deeper into the forest.

She wanted to be alone right now.

The goddess let the girl go when she wanted to, allowing her to fly off. She'd made such a face to benefactors who had decided to raise her over the years before, so this wasn't new to her.

The phoenix also guessed that she wouldn't go far, and would keep a fairly close distance for some time. But for now, she decided to head off in the direction of a nearby stream and take a bath. Iravis would talk to her later.

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[hider=How to train your tsudnere dragon.]
After she finished bathing and eating a bowl of venison stew, the blue haired woman headed out in the direction the teenager had flown, another bowl in hand.

It took some time, but the goddess had a general idea of where she'd find the girl. After an hour long search, the Phoenix finally stumbled upon her pet. A large rock was the dragon's throne, occupied by a curled ball of wings, a tail, and a good deal of looking miserable.

Iravis decided that perhaps this was time to state that she wasn't an absolute demon. She walked forward comfortably, dressed again in her thin white dress. [color=salmon]"I brought food, in case you are hungry."[/color] The phoenix set the bowl down a few feet away from the dragon, a small smile of encouragement on her face as she backed away a little, giving the dragon her distance.

The dragon simply ignored the woman, not moving or even acknowledging her presence. Perhaps a bad idea, considering what the woman had previously done…but well, the dragon was conflicted. In the back of her mind, she knew the woman was right. She was being arrogant, petty, and well…not entirely all that bright.

But her pride was all she had.

Maybe if she ignored her, she would go away.

Isaracha sat down on the ground silently, wondering what she would say. After about five minutes the blue haired woman started talking. [color=salmon]"It's an awkward experience, waking up on a mountain one day, with no memory of anything occuring before. Humans usually have families, people to take care of and look after them. I never had anyone to do that for me. I don't know how I made it, but I sort of wandered around, travelling the world."[/color]

A slight smile crossed her face as she thought about the memories. [color=salmon]"After five years, someone decided I was important, and called me a goddess. They brought me to a temple dedicated to Ra, God of the Desert sun, and explained to me that I was his earthly messenger while he shines in the sky. I was taught to perform rituals, although I felt like I already knew them instinctually. I was powerful, above those damn mortals, and I knew it. Sometimes other dieties would come by, say hello."[/color] The blue haired woman tossed up a glance at the dragon. She couldn't know, but she guessed that the teenager had some relation to this story.

The woman started talking again. Telling some story about herself. The dragon frowned further. She was better than those humans, certainly. That was just nature. She was meant to be a predator, meant to crush those stupid humans beneath her feet. To kill them, if they so much as looked at her funny.

She didn’t know who Ra was, nor did she care. The only gods she cared about resided in Valhalla. She didn’t care much for the so called other gods that resided in the southern lands.

What was the point of this story anyways? She wasn’t just going to magically start talking to the woman. She did, however, acknowledge her presence to show that she was, in fact, listening, by giving a small grunt of dismissal.

[color=salmon]"Eventually some emperor saw a comet, and decided that the entire empire should convert to some upstart faith. Christian bastard. Gradually followers, people who had owed their allegience to me started to dissapear. Soon, soldiers began to show up to the temple, trying to persecute my followers. So I smited them. I burned them to the ground. And then I killed the converts too, thinking them faithless cowards. Imperial mages arrived eventually though, so I fled after the temple's preist kicked me out for my own good."[/color]

[color=salmon]"For fifty years I saught vengeance. I flew to Rome, burned it a bit, and ran. Gaul, Brittania, Greece, and other places were laid waste before me. I was pissed. I raided people, stole their possessions, and killed them. Towns were set ablaze easily in my wrath. It would have taken a significant portion of the Imperial Legion to kill a phoenix, and they had too many problems from other mortals pressing on their borders to handle me."[/color]

Sorcha was growing impatient. She couldn’t stand this womans voice any longer.

[color=aba000]“If you have a point, make it, or leave me alone.”[/color] She growled. [color=aba000]“Preferably the latter.”[/color]

The goddess ignored Sorcha's comment, continuing. [color=salmon]"Some bastard managed to get me with an arrow. I was in Gaul at the time, but I flew North, pulled the arrow out of my neck, and tried to heal it the same way I healed you. Before I could manage it though, I passed out from blood loss."[/color]

[color=salmon]"I was prepared for my next incarnation, so when I woke up in the room of some Sorcerer named Myrddin I was a little more than shocked ..."[/color]

Reincarnation? What was this woman on about-

[color=aba000]“Y-you knew M-Myrddin?!”[/color] The dragon immediately turned her head towards the woman. She would recognize that name anywhere, no matter who said it or how it was pronounced. She leapt off of her rock, wings carrying her to just a few feet from her. She still seemed a little hesitant to approach her, lest she receive another spanking.

[color=aba000]“E-erm I-I mean,”[/color] She cleared her throat, folding her arms across her still bare chest, a look of arrogance and superiority returning in an instant. [color=aba000]“I know Myrddin, but his name is Merlin where I am from.”[/color] She replied eying the girl suspiciously.

She had never seen her before, so who was she? Granted, she didn’t know Merlin for most of his life. He was pretty old when she had first met him. So just who exactly was this woman anyways? She sounded pretty important judging from the story earlier.

[color=aba000]“He…he was a friend, before he abandoned me.”[/color] She bitterly replied. [color=aba000]“So if you know where he is, you can tell me where I can find him so I can bite his head off.”[/color]

A smile spread across the Phoenix's face as a sudden barrage of questions hit her. [color=salmon]".... Merlin then ... You want me to finish my story or not?"[/color]

[color=aba000]“No. I don’t care about your silly story.”[/color] Sorcha replied. [color=aba000]“Merlin. Where is he?”[/color] She demanded, her voice regaining a little bit of that anger that it had earlier.

Isaracha was suddenly looking at the ground, not sure what to say. [color=salmon]"Myrddin ... Merlin has passed. Ten years since he's left this world ... The wizard possessed a letter though, talking about a lightning dragon wrecking havoc in Denmark ..."[/color]

[color=aba000]“H-he…p-passed?”[/color] Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her gaze fell to the ground, many thoughts running through her head. In many ways, the wizard was like the father she had never had. Hearing this new was…well, devastating even if she didn’t entirely show it well.

[color=aba000]“Stupid…idiot…”[/color] She grumbled. [color=aba000]“Dying like that…if I was with him he…wouldn’t have…”[/color] Sorcha frowned, mild annoyance painted on her face, though it was not directed at the woman this time. More so towards the dead wizard. She shook her head, changing the subject.

[color=aba000]“…yeah…that was probably me. I guess…I was just kind of…really mad at him for leaving me.”[/color] She shook her head, looking back up at the woman. [color=aba000]“What…did the letter say? Did it…just mention me in passing or…?”[/color]

[color=salmon]"It seemed like he wanted talk to you. What about, I can only guess. I hadn't spoke to him much after Uther spotted the comet, so I wouldn't know."[/color] A few seconds passed, and she could tell the girl was irritated. [color=salmon]"I will say though, he wouldn't have left you unless he thought it was time. Of this I am certain."[/color]

Sorcha merely growled, but didn’t grace the woman with an answer. She simply looked at the ground, trying to burn a hole in it with a glare. 

Merlin leaving, meant she was basically a dead dragon. Arthur’s knights never saw her as anything other than a beast to be kept on a leash. Once Merlin left, that leash was gone.

The goddess felt like their little chat was coming to an end. The phoenix waited five minutes before changing the subject. It didn't do well to dwell on the past. [color=salmon]"Want me to reheat your stew?"[/color]

The question caught the dragon off guard.

[color=aba000]“N-no! I don’t want you to do anything!”[/color] The dragon walked over to the stew, and picked it up. She thought about just dumping it on the ground, but…well, she had owed this woman a bit at the moment.

So she would accept the food in its current state, sat and began eating it.

The goddess rolled her eyes to the heavens, walking off to pick up some nearby firewood. [color=salmon]"When you're finished, you are taking a bath. You look like you've been wrestling in mud for two hours. I prefer to keep my pets clean."[/color] A teasing smile followed this statement, the Phoenix clearly not afraid of anything the dragon would throw at her.

Sorcha ate the stew rather quickly. Bath? Well…she wasn’t going to say no. She was rather…well, dirty. She had been doing exactly what the woman had said for two hours.

Ah…if only she had someone to polish her beautiful scales. She needed that really badly.

First though.

She tossed the empty stew bowl that she emptied in quite a quick manner right at the woman. She wasn’t going to submit to her [i]that[/i] quickly.

But well…after this, she at least had a newfound…tolerance, for the woman.

The blue haired woman was expecting something much less obedient than that, so she gave a laugh when the remaining stew splashed upon impact. [color=salmon]"Guess I need a bath too!"[/color]

[hr]

Eventually the two reached a large pond, which Iravis quickly turned into a hot spring after stepping in it. After a few seconds of heating it up, she gestured towards the dragon to hop in.

Sorcha had followed the woman to the pond, though she had still said nothing to the other woman yet. She was intent on mostly maintaining her silence, it seemed. Still, she wasn’t going to just not bathe, so if she had too at the same time as this insufferable woman who she still didn’t know the name of, she would. She had to polish her scales, after all. Even in this puny human form, that was something she would never just not do.

So, she hopped into the opposite end of the pond, intent on maintaining her relative distance. At least the water was quite nice.

Irasacha smiled, then thought about how to make some fun out of this. After a few moments, she decided to splash water onto Sorcha, tossing it as far as possible and hitting the dragon with a small splash. [color=salmon]"Sorchy Sparky!"[/color] The mood had gotten pretty dark, so the Phoenix decided to put a bit more effort into brightening it.

The dragon had lowered herself into the water, body completely submerged beneath the water, save for her head from her nose up. She was honestly enjoying this. She hadn’t had a warm bath like this in ages. In fact, the lizard looked almost half asleep, completely enjoying the warmth of the pond.

And then some harlot had to go and ruin that.

She had to go and ruin a perfectly good bath.

One that she was actually enjoying.

After the hell she had been put through in the past 24 hours, could the Norns not grant her this much?
Well she wasn’t having any of it, Norns or not. She would get her entertainment. Maybe it’d kill this wench.

As soon as the water slammed into her face like little drops of liquid evil, Sorcha glared at the woman. She rose above the water, just high enough for her mouth to be visible.

[color=aba000]“Sorchy…Sparky, huh?”[/color] She muttered.[color=aba000] “Yeah…guess I am a pretty [i]shocking[/i] dragon.”[/color] With the word ‘shocking’, the pond immediately lit up with a flashes of electricity as the dragon surrounded herself with the stuff.

At first the blue haired woman was smiling as she was expecting to get splashed back. When electricity started to run through the water, Irasacha started jumping desperately in an attempt to get away from the shocks, but the water made it difficult to move. [color=salmon]"Ow ow ow ow ow! Stop! Stop it!"[/color] The electricity was in no way lethal, but it was painful. In an effort to take out the source, Iravis started to move towards the dragon.

Sorcha smiled.

[color=aba000]“Hmm…why should I stop? You’re obviously quite capable. I’m still sore from yesterday, too. I say this is quite entertaining.”[/color] The dragon smiled at the woman.

In the back of her mind though, she knew this was probably a horrible, horrible, idea. But that pride and arrogance was going to take more than one spanking to get out.

[color=aba000]“Or are you afraid of becoming a crispy dragon snack, hmm?~”[/color]

Sorcha was still too distant for Irasacha to reach her in a reasonable amount of time, and the shocks were annoying her. [color=salmon]"I'm not scared of my pet lizard, if that's what you are asking."[/color] Somehow, her voice remained steady, despite the annoying shocks.

A sly grin ran across the Phoenix's face, and the water suddenly started to bubble from additional heat. [color=salmon]"I'll quit when you do."[/color]

A battle of wills was this, then? A grin crept across the dragons face.

The water was indeed bubbling to a rather uncomfortably warm level, even for her…but she couldn’t just accept that, could she?

[color=aba000]“Challenge accepted, woman. Do not think I will surrender so easily.”[/color]

The phoenix had no intention of boiling the lizard, but by now she had gotten close enough to do what she wanted. [color=salmon]"Do you never learn?"[/color] Suddenly a flying blue-haired woman was going for the dragon in a tackle.

Sorcha seemed surprised, completely not expecting to be tackled by the woman.

[color=aba000]“T-these were not the terms of engagement! G-get off!”[/color]

The blue haired woman held on to the other one in a tight hug, chest against chest, a smile spreading across her face. [color=salmon]"What rules of engagement?"[/color] Water was dripping down her hair, small droplets running off and splashing against the water. She squeezed tighter, although she couldn't muster the strength to actually hurt the dragon. Then she started laughing, clearly enjoying making the teenager a little uncomfortable.

Sorcha fell silent, her face turning from a fair shade of white to a deep red as the woman hugged her, and her chest pressed against hers. The electricity stopped. The dragon was a bit too distracted at the moment to keep up her little game.

[color=aba000]“W-what are you laughing for?”[/color] The dragon said as the woman squeezed tighter. Was…was this human…thinking…about…doing…[i]that[/i] with her? She had never done that before. Like. Ever. Not a single time. Never thought about it either.

But, well, being so close to the other woman was making her mind wander just a bit, even if she didn’t feel such things usually. Though, well, considering this womans’ ability and the fact that she was her ‘pet’ as she said, she couldn’t exactly say no.

[color=aba000]“R-release me immediately!”[/color] Her voice was shaky, and the more she thought about this, the more red her face turned.

Irasacha heard the girl's voice, and released slightly. Was she really that unused to recieving a hug? But now that she had a little distance, she saw the girl's blush.

Oh.

Oh my.

That wasn't what the hug was intended for, but ... The goddess pulled the other woman close again with a single arm, the other hand running from the top of her head, down her hair, and to the small of her back. The Phoenix's mouth was inches away from Sorcha's ear. [color=salmon]"You are a little red. Did I make it too hot?"[/color] Her tone suggested this was not discussing the water temperature.

A small cry of protest escaped the dragon’s lips as the woman pulled her close again. The young dragons’ heart was probably pounding as hard as Thor’s hammer when it was striking an anvil.

[color=aba000]“I-I am a dragon! A-a little heat is n-nothing, you wench!”[/color] She replied trying and failing to keep up that haughty guise.

The arm that had been running down Sorcha's back returned to the front, a single finger pressing slightly against Sorcha's lips to silence her. The arm behind the dragon's back tightened slightly. [color=salmon]"Have you ever lain with another?"[/color] The finger on her lips remained, suggesting she wanted a nod or a shake of the head for an answer.

The dragon was still silent for a moment, debating or not whether she should probably answer this woman, but eventually she gave a small shake of her head.

The arm on Sorcha's back moved down a bit further, a single hand drifting down to the small of the other's back. The other girl's blush was now explained by the fact the was a virgin, and her lack of experience. A small kiss was placed on the dragon's forehead. [color=salmon]"Do you want to?"[/color] While she personally had the flames of lust burning within her body, Irasacha refused to take further advantage of this girl's lack of experience.

The dragon shivered a bit as the woman placed a kiss on her forehead. She…did she want her to continue? This woman, who she was absolutely loathing mere moments ago, was now…

As a dragon, her pride and anger were telling her that submitting would be a bad thing. Yet…now that she was close to the other woman, and her anger had been momentarily quelled…She grabbed the womans wrist, and removed the womans finger from her lips, though not out of hate or spite.

[color=aba000]“Your…name…”[/color] Sorcha quietly replied. [color=aba000]“I-if...y-you are to be my equal, then I…I should know your name.” [/color]

The other woman blinked, and then realized that she hadn't actually explained that. [color=salmon]"I am called Irasacha."[/color] The previous attitude returned in a moment, lust filling her eyes. [color=salmon]"And I'm in charge here, pet."[/color] Before the dragon could manage a response, the other arm went behind the girl's back and pulled her closer ...

[hr]

It was sufficent to say that the dragon had no idea what she was doing, so an hour later when her pet couldn't take another round, the unsatisfied blue haired woman ended up leading her to the shore, the pair laying down together with the Phoenix wrapping her arms around the younger woman in front. The thin white dress the goddess had worn previously covered them like a blanket, and a large campfire kept the area decently warm.

Next time, the goddess would get worshipped, but this was probably a good introduction. She waited for the other woman to comment first, not wanting to ruin the other's girl's moment.

Despite what Irasacha said, the dragon refused to believe the woman to be strictly ‘in charge’, but the dragon definitely was viewing her as an equal now, which was probably a good start in that direction.

Now, she was just resting with the other woman. That thin white dress covering them, with a large fire to keep warm. Honestly? That was probably one of the best experiences of her life, but at the moment…she just wanted to lay there. Perhaps she was feeling lazy simply because she in fact, was rather exhausted after such exertion, but really…for once in her life she felt…peaceful. Still…silence wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

[color=aba000]“Irasacha…”[/color] She quietly grumbled, a bit begrudgingly. [color=aba000]“I should…thank you…for…saving my…erm…life.”[/color]

There was probably a better time to do that, but at the moment she felt she should at least say that.

The older woman looked into the dragon's face, studying it. [color=salmon]"You don't need to."[/color] In spite of that, a smile crossed the blue haired woman's face.

Sure, doing the right thing was it's own reward. But recieving recognition for it was certainly appreciated. One of the hands ran down the other girl's hair from behind, petting her softly. [color=salmon]"I'm surprised you haven't fallen asleep yet."[/color]

The dragon grumbled a bit.

[color=aba000]“I’m not…tired just from that…”[/color] She growled, though it was very clear it was mostly her pride talking at this point. [color=aba000]“I could do it…all-”[/color] The last of the sentence was obscured by a loud yawn. [color=aba000]“Could do it…all day.”[/color]

The woman tried to stop herself from giving off a clever retort. She failed. [color=salmon]"Easy enough for you to say since I was doing all the work."[/color] She looked to the face of the dragon, winking at her. [color=salmon]"Either way, it's my pet's bedtime."[/color] An affectionite kiss landed on the Lizard's nose.

The dragon merely blushed again at the first statement. [color=aba000]“T-that’s…”[/color] She faltered with her words. Well, really, she supposed she could have put more effort into it, but she had no idea what she was even doing.

[color=aba000]“I…am not a pet! My name is-”[/color] The dragons name was lost to a yawn. [color=aba000]“And I’m not tired either!”[/color] She didn’t seem to mind the kiss, though.

Despite her protests, however, it was obvious the dragon was quickly falling asleep, unable to stay awake.


[/hider]

[hider=Economics 101, and how to dress your dragon]

The sun eventually rose. It was early in the morning, and the dragon was still sleeping in her arms. The phoenix grinned as she remembered the previous night, and decided that the girl was probably still tired from the night before. The lizard would start to do chores the next day, but the goddess decided she would handle breakfast since Ra had barely entered the sky.

Eventually the ruby eyed woman returned, landing and transforming back into mortal form. She had been lucky someone left a pot in the woods, because otherwise they wouldn't have any gear.

The dragon wasn't awake yet. Thinking about easing her pet into getting up, the Egyptian removed the lizard's blanket and put her dress back on, and started to work on the stew.

When it approached being finished, the goddess turned around, looking at the dragon and speaking firmly. [color=salmon]"Foods almost ready."[/color]

But still, the dragon did not stir. An eyebrow raised. There was an easy way to do this. A single hard smack to the teenager's buttox probably would do the trick ...

Sorcha was indeed tired. The well…events from yesterday had left the dragon completely exhausted. She didn’t even stir when Irasacha left to go find food. She was merely sleeping quietly, the white dress pulled tightly around her in an iron grip – until Irasacha pulled on it, the Dragon relaxed her grip just enough for her to take it, though she grumbled a bit in her sleep about it.

The young dragon, was definitely not expected the hard smack to her bottom that followed sometime after, either.

…yet the dragon still didn’t fully wake. She drowsily opened one of her eyes, rolling over and mumbling to herself.

[color=aba000]“Go away…still…tired….”[/color] She yawned, curling up into a little ball as she tried to return to sleep. The goddess, perhaps had underestimated the dragon’s natural laziness. Mix that with the events of yesterday…well, it was going to take a little more to wake her.

Irasacha raised an eyebrow, and started to tap her foot against the ground. [color=salmon]"We are eating, pet. You have ten seconds."[/color]

The Phoenix started her countdown, like a mother telling their child to behave. [i]Or Else.[/i]

[color=aba000]“You’re…not…my boss...”[/color] She grumbled, not caring about the counting at all. [color=aba000]“Go bother…someone else…”[/color]

Now both eyebrows were raised. When the older woman reached zero, she sat down in front of the dragon with her legs criss crossed. With uncanny swiftness, a hand reached out and grabbed Sorcha's hair, and she dragged the dragoness over her lap until her head was over on the other side. Then she smacked the teenager's bottom nine more times.

[color=salmon]"Awake yet?"[/color] Her tone was far too cheerful for what just occured, and a smile spread across the ruby-eyed woman's face as if nothing had just happened.

In hindsight, Sorcha knew that was a terrible idea, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care. At least, until she felt Irasacha’s hand grab her hair. The moment she was moved, her eyes shot open, and only had a fraction of a second to voice a small protest before another smack was delivered to her rear. As eight more were delivered, all the dragon could do was offer small protests.

[color=aba000]“G-gah! I’m awake! Release me, woman!”[/color] She shouted, from where she was laying on Irasacha’s lap.

The woman let her go, hand covering her mouth as she snickered behind it. She headed over to the breakfast pot, where she filled a bowl with stew before forcing it into the dragon's hands.

[color=salmon][i]Honestly though - you could sneak an entire group of knights into a cave and kill the beast before she woke up. It's not a safe habit.[/i][/color]

[color=salmon]"Eat yourself full. We travel today."[/color] The tone was stern enough to ensure that this was not a suggestion.

As soon as she was let go, the dragon stood and rubbed her backside. Ugh, Irasacha was surprisingly strong, as she had discovered yester- Her face turned a slight shade of red again as she remembered just exactly what she had done yesterday with this woman.

She didn’t get to think about it long, much to her relief thanks to Irasacha shoving a bowl into her hands.

[color=aba000]“Traveling?....”[/color] She yawned, the momentary shock of being woken in such a rude manner wearing off fairly quickly. [color=aba000]“Why? Can we not and just sleep? We can just start later on-”[/color] The dragon realized what she was saying as soon as it was left her mouth, and was not looking forward to more punishment. She quickly looked at the ground, the end of her sentence quietly fizzling out.

It looked like she was learning, albeit slowly.

[color=aba000]“Uhm…where…are we going?”[/color] She began to eat, although rather slowly due to still being somewhat asleep. [color=aba000]“Could I not have another hour? Dragons sleep a lot…”[/color]

Of course she knew she tended to sleep a lot, even for a dragon, but she was never going to admit to that.

She also tended to eat a lot too. That pot was likely going to be very empty by the time she was done with it.

The goddess ate only a little, either because she had already eaten before hand or she wasn't hungry was hard to tell.

[color=salmon]"Where and how we travel depend on your answer to this: What am I?"[/color] She had told the dragoness her story the previous day, but the goddess doubted the lizard had been paying too much attention to her tale. However, she tossed the teenager a friendly smile, as if she expected her to have figured it out by now.

[color=aba000]“Annoying...”[/color] The dragon muttered quietly as she ate, though before she could incur the womans’ wrath, she continued.

[color=aba000]“Something about being a goddess and something about…Rome? Where is that even?”[/color] She questioned, another yawn escaping her mouth.

[color=aba000]“But I don’t really care. The only gods I care about reside in Valhalla.”[/color] Her tone of voice indicated that she definitely didn’t care much for gods outside of Valhalla. One might even say she didn’t consider them to be gods at all.

So she probably didn’t consider this woman here to be one, either.

The goddess granted her a knowing smile. [color=salmon]"We walk South to Toulouse then. Although recently taken by the Franks, the heirs of Clovis haven't driven out the Olympus or Vahalla completely from themselves."[/color] If she wasn't going to pay attention, Iravis knew she would need more time to explain things then.

[color=aba000]“Toulouse?...”[/color] Sorcha’s eyebrows furrowed. She had never heard of such a place. Then again, she had never been anywhere outside of Britannia or the lands surrounding Gotland. Perhaps visiting a new land would be fun.

However, before she could think about possibly eating some new, delicious food in some far off land, a little red flag went up in her head.

[color=aba000]“W-wait. Walk? I’m a dragon! We don’t walk anywhere!”[/color] Sorcha replied. Well. That was only partially true. [color=aba000]“I refuse!"[/color]

Iravis looked towards the dragon, delivering a threatening glare. [color=salmon]"I swear I misheard something."[/color] She wasn't sure if the dragon was a glutton for punishment, but Irasacha was starting to believe she was.

[color=aba000]“I-I said I refuse!”[/color] Though her voice faltered a bit under the womans glare, eyes shifted towards the ground. [color=aba000]“W-wouldn’t it be faster anyways?”[/color] She quickly continued.

[hr]

After giving the dragon some further ecouragement, the pair started walking down the road, heading south. After an hour, two thoughts struck the mind of the goddess:
1. Why weren't her own clothes destroyed during transformation?
2. Assuming the same condition for the dragon, why didn't she have any?

It wasn't a problem for now, but the Christians prefered clothes at a significantly higher level than pagans, and once they approached a town it would be a serious issue.

The goddess wasn't too worried about an attack: the Visigoths had been friendly to the Christian faith, and the Franks only recently truly converted with Clovis' invasion.

And despite the collapse of the Western part of the empire, many governing institutions from before remained behind as reminders of what used to be great.

Still though, back to the previous thoughts. [color=salmon]"Did you lose your clothing?"[/color] It was best to assume she understood what the objects were. 

After the encouragement, Sorcha simply followed along behind Irasacha, keeping quiet. She had nothing to say to the woman anyways. The dragon was too busy focused on the fact that she wouldn’t be able to sit for hours now.

She barely even registered the question she was asked.

[color=aba000]“Uh…clothing?”[/color] She questioned, after coming back to reality. [color=aba000]“You mean…the stuff humans wear? Why would I wear clothing?”[/color] Sorcha replied laughing. She was obviously amused that Irasacha thought she would wear clothing.

[color=aba000]“I don’t…think I’ve ever worn clothes a day in my life.”[/color] She gave a smug smile. [color=aba000]“The only thing I would wear clothing for, is to shield the humans from my blinding, radiant, beauty in this form.”[/color] She chuckled before adding. [color=aba000]“You know, If I actually cared about them being blinded. I'd like it better if they didn't even look-”[/color] Her voice fumbled a bit as she realized that was probably not a response Irasacha was going to like.

Iravis turned around, eyeing the dragoness. After only two days of discipline, the teenager was learning. Slowly, but considering her pet was a dragon she had expected some resistance. So instead of beating the woman savagely, she decided to go for a more clever reply. [color=salmon]"Then why did you fight those men in your other form, if this one is clearly more effective?"[/color]

[color=aba000]“Simple. I like the other one more.”[/color] She replied with a shrug. [color=aba000]“Humans are ugly, and so is this form.”[/color] She grinned, a slightly sadistic, grin that obviously didn’t mean anything good. [color=aba000]“Besides. I can scare them [i]so[/i] much easier like that.”[/color] She snickered. [color=aba000]“Half of them fled before they even made it too me. I’ve never seen grown men shake in their boots so much. Almost wanted to chase them and give them something to be afraid of.”[/color]

Irasacha raised an eyebrow at this response. [color=salmon]"... Was this body unsatisfactory for you yesterday, then ...?"[/color] As these words left her mouth, the older woman took a step closer to the other girl. A hand placed itself on the dragon's head, running down her hair, tracing the contours of her neck, finger tips running down her pet's back ... during this, her own head moved a few inches closer, ruby eyes drifting to the lips

Sorcha’s face immediately turned a shade of red.

[color=aba000]“T-that’s not…N-no!”[/color] The dragon stuttered, not expecting such a statement. She was close. Really close again, and the Dragon couldn’t say she honestly minded a whole lot. Well. She certainly didn’t find Irasacha unattractive. In fact, the woman was strong, and fairly…beautiful.

[color=aba000]“I…I already said you were my equal, so…”[/color] She quietly grumbled.

[color=salmon]"Is this not a human form, though, my pet?"[/color] She added in the last part, just to remind the dragon of her victory. [color=salmon]"Besides, what of Helen of Troy or Guinivere of Camalot? Were they not desireable as well?"[/color] The goddesses head looked behind herself, and she noticed something far off in the distance. [color=salmon]"Besides, a merchant will arrive soon, and he appears to have cloth as one of his goods. Perhaps I'll purchase you some."[/color]

Sorcha looked away from Irasacha.

[color=aba000]“I…I really don’t feel stuff like that…n-normally.”[/color] The dragon replied. [color=aba000]“I guess to humans they were, but…”[/color] She just shook her head, unable to comment further. It honestly may have come to a shock to the ruby eyed woman, but had never once, before yesterday, had any sort of urge like that at all.

[color=aba000]“C-clothing? Why do I need clothing?”[/color] She continued, glad for the change of subject.

The goddess found herself giggling in response to the teenager's obvious flustering, but decided to show some divine grace at this point and not press the matter further. The second question though ...

[color=salmon]"Clothes are so that others don't feel stuff 'like that' normally. You don't want those pesky mortals bothering you, do you?"[/color] It was obvious there was some skeptisim as she spoke this, the tone added in just to prevent ego inflation.

[color=salmon]"And besides, your 'blinding, radient beauty' in this form is a little distracting for me, alright?"[/color] A compliment when you wanted something was usually worth it. And at this point, the goddesses hand was starting to hurt.

[color=aba000]“Meh. They bother me I’ll just eat them.”[/color] Sorcha replied with a dismissive huff. [color=aba000]“Besides. Maybe if they want to feel like that, I’ll just use that to get them to…polish my scales or something.”[/color] At hearing the second part though, Sorcha blushed a bit, but ultimately said nothing. Really, she wasn’t going to protest too much anyways, but that compliment unexpected.

[color=aba000]“Well…that’s even less motivation for me to get clothing!”[/color] She replied, though from her tone it wasn’t serious.[color=aba000]“I mean, really…If you’re distracted I can just get away with more.”[/color] She fell silent after that, though.

…she honestly had no clue when it came to stuff like clothing. She had actually worn zero articles of clothing in her life.

Irasacha looked away, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks as well. By then the merchants were visible in the distance even to a mortal eye. A light smack was sent by the hand behind Sorcha's back. [color=salmon]"Just. Wear clothes. They are the fashion in Vahalla and all the other pantheons anyways. Have you ever even been there?"[/color] In all honesty, the Norse gods were recently favoring furs or wearing stolen clothing, but the goddess didn't feel too pressured to elaborate on her point.

[color=salmon]"If you're a good pet, we'll have another session tonight."[/color] This time the hand behind Sorcha lightly squeezed the dragon's thigh, making sure the point came across.

When Irasacha delivered the light smack, Sorcha whined as she was told to wear clothes. She was going to protest once again, but when Irasacha mentioned another ‘session’ the dragon simply decided her feet were very interesting, and kept her mouth shut as she fidgeted somewhat uncomfortably.

Well that worked surprisingly well. With that promise though, the dragon would be the one recieving most of the attention again.

Well, there was always Artemis. The huntress knew more ways to treat fawn than with an arrow. Memories ran through her head, and the blush spread, but stopped when she remembered Sorcha was still there.

In order to hide her face, she started walking towards the merchants, wondering if Sorcha's pale skin actually would blind the merchants as she claimed.

Sorcha shook her head, attempting and only being somewhat successful to get her composure. She wasn’t going to let the silly humans see her all bothered, after all. So, she approached them with a grin and a confident stride. Or at least, the best one she could. She was still a little red in the face. 

[color=aba000]“You, human.”[/color] She said to the merchant before Irasacha could say anything to them. [color=aba000]“Clothing. Give me all of the ones you have. Now.”[/color]

The merchants couple seeing her wings, crossed themselves and started reaching in the caravan, desperately searching for all their clothes.

They were a little surprised when the red eyes woman who was calmly standing next to her delivered a harsh slap across what they presumed to be demon's face, the woman's blue hair shifting out of position due to the force behind the blow. [color=salmon]"Apologies for her misbehavior. This servant is bound to me and still learning the ways of mortals. However, she is correct that we are searching for clothes ..."[/color] The Phoenix sort of spread out her arms, gesturing to the dragon's nudity.

[color=salmon]"... but I'd be more than happy to provide you with a fair trade."[/color] The blue haired woman kept an eye on Sorcha, making sure her pet wasn't about to go cataclysmic.

Sorcha had not been expecting a slap. Especially not one that hard. The dragons’ eyes simply widened, wondering what exactly she had just done wrong. They had needed clothes didn’t they? Why did she get slapped? Sure, she could have probably done it a little…nicer…but…GAH. Her look of surprise changed to a glower directed at Irasacha.

[color=aba000]“What’d I even do?!”[/color] She growled, though fell silent, looking at the ground. [color=aba000]“I…Should just eat these fools…”[/color]

Iravis looked towards the merchants, holding a finger up in a request to wait. They went from confused to terrified as Sorcha spoke her comment about making them a snack. Seeing the dragon looking at the ground though, the Phoenix decided that she was sufficently subdued. [color=salmon]"No eating them."[/color] After a second or two though, she wondered if more explanation was needed. [color=salmon]"You can't just walk around and steal from people. Stealing is a sin."[/color]

Sorcha gave Irasacha a frown. [color=aba000]“Stealing...is a Sin?”[/color] She questioned. Honestly, the dragon didn’t have much in the way of an education. All Arthur did was teach her how to wield a sword and spear, while Merlin basically just made sure she behaved herself, more or less. Which basically meant spoiling her a bit and just making sure she didn’t cause too much of a problem.

Certainly Merlin had tried to teach her the concepts of ‘stealing’ and ‘right and wrong’ but…she hadn’t really paid much attention.

[color=aba000]“How else would we get clothes?”[/color] She grumbled. She knew it was the general idea of ‘taking something from someone’, which was what she was doing here, but she had thought she was being rather nice about it since she had in fact, not eaten them yet.

The goddess looked over at her pet, who seemed geniunely confused about this whole situation. [color=salmon]"Well, you give them something in return so that both sides end up with something they value more ..."[/color] A few moments of thought ran through her head as she thought up of something Sorcha might understand. [color=salmon]"... do you understand the relationship between master and apprentice, or a warrior and a squire?"[/color]

Sorcha nodded.

[color=aba000]“I was a familiar…and I watched Arthurs Knights train daily.”[/color]

[color=salmon]"Well you see, the squire is taught by the knight so they can become an elite warrior much faster than possible on their own. The knight however also recieves service from the squire - the squire may clean their horses, feed them, polish their armor. In this relationship, who benefits?"[/color]

[color=aba000]“The Knight because he has to do less work.”[/color] Sorcha replied rather simply.

[color=salmon]"But does the squire not benefit? Does he not reach an appropriate level of skill faster than haphazardly swinging at a tree?"[/color] The tone of the woman's voice wasn't scolding, but rather inquisitve. If Sorcha had an academic mind, she would recognize it.

Sorcha frowned. Well, she couldn’t say Irasacha was wrong. After all, she was trained by Arthur himself and was told her skills with a blade were above those who had been swinging one for years sometimes. That said, she also didn’t have to do any of the squire related stuff…just help Merlin every now and then with something.

[color=aba000]“I guess…”[/color] Sorcha replied again slowly. She understood the basic concept at least, but there was still no accounting her laziness. [color=aba000]“But I still say the knight gets the better end of the deal.”[/color] The dragon grumbled. [color=aba000]“Whoever ends up doing less work is obviously better off. Simple.”[/color]

The goddess looked at Sorcha, taking advantage of the second point. [color=salmon]"If you are a lazy knight, that is true. So you decide to put much less time and effort into training an apprentice who would take care of those same tasks for you. On the other hand, the apprentice is also being lazy compared to their alternative."[/color] She gave a pause to allow the girl to catch up as she rephrased Sorcha's point.

[color=salmon]"They could spend twelve hours swinging at a tree and accomplish nothing, or they can train for four and do two hours of chores and walk away five years later as a decently competent fighter. Both parties believe they are better off, in this situation, do they not?"[/color] Iravis waited for a moment, checking to see if Sorcha was keeping up.

Sorcha continued to listen, albeit rather badly. She truly honestly did try to process the information, but it didn’t entirely seem to click with the dragon all at once. She understood the first part well enough. If the master was lazy, the apprentice would mimic the master.

The second part seemed to click a lot less well at the moment, however. She understood what Irasacha was attempting to say. At least, she thought she did.

But there was just one thing the Dragon refused to accept.

[color=aba000]“How would chores help improve someone’s swordsmanship?”[/color] She questioned. [color=aba000]“Wouldn’t you be better off training? That’s…all I did.”[/color]

The goddess shook her head. This was a bad example. Try two. [color=salmon]"Remember what we did last night?"[/color] She waited a few moments to allow the dragoness to understand what she was talking about before continuing. [color=salmon]"If I promised to deliver that again, in exchange for the same in return, would you agree to it?"[/color]

The dragon looked away from Irasacha as her face went red.

[color=aba000]“Y-yes.”[/color] The dragon replied. At least this example was a bit easier for her to understand, since Irasacha threw out the word ‘Chore’ and ‘work’. She understood the concept of giving something of equal value in return for something of equal value.

[color=aba000]“But…why would I agree to trade something with a human I didn’t know?”[/color] She looked back at Irasacha with a frown, as If she was really attempting to understand why she couldn’t just take something from someone she didn’t like, or a random person like these merchants she didn’t know the name of.

Resist the urge to facepalm. She had to let a sigh out before explaining. [color=salmon]"They've worked hard to acquire this caravan worth of goods, going between cities and travelling hundreds of miles. Here, I have some coins."[/color] A pouch produced itself from fold in the goddesses dress, and Iravis shook it to ensure the dragon heard them rattle. [color=salmon]"I value clothes for my naked pet more than I value these coins right now, and they value the coins more than the clothes they would give me. We both walk away better off. Sure, I could raid them, but if I did that forever who would there be left to raid after a thousand times?"[/color]

At this point, the merchants started to look uncomfortable.

As soon as Irasacha pulled out the coins, the dragon seemed completely fixated on them.

She knew what those were. Shiny little coins the humans loved so much. Gold little trinkets. She had quite the collection back in Gotland that the humans had likely already taken by now. She’d have to go back some day and retrieve her valuables.

However…

These little coins would make a perfect little start!

She snatched the pouch of coins from Irasacha, opening it and inspecting the contents, turning away slightly as she did so. She honestly didn’t know what was so special about these things. She just knew the humans liked them, so she took them if she ever found them.

She turned back to Irasacha to very briefly answer her question, a bit too fixated on the pouch of coins.

[color=aba000]“No one, because I’d have everything.”[/color]

[color=salmon]"So according to your belief system, it is acceptable to take from those weaker than yourself, correct?"[/color]

If Sorcha bothered turning towards Iravis, she would see the older woman cracking her knuckles and a mischevious grin spreading across her face. No one stole from her, ESPECIALLY her newest and disobedient pet.

[color=salmon]"But those coins are mine, so you can give them back, pet."[/color]

At this moment, Sorcha knew she had fucked up. Again.

She looked from the pouch, to Irasacha, a small, nervous smile forming on her lips, clutching the pouch of coins tightly in her hands.

[color=aba000]“U-uhm, y-yeah!”[/color] She said in response to Irasacha’s first question. [color=aba000]“The strong take from the weak! And if the weak are smart…t-then, uhm, they’ll…follow the strong…”[/color] Her sentence faltered at the end, her voice failing her for a few moments.

[color=aba000]“A-and I am strong!”[/color] She managed to continue, though her voice still faltered. [color=aba000]“So these coins, are mine!”[/color] This was a terrible idea, and she knew it, but she just couldn’t…not.

A snap of the fingers and an explosion following a second later sent the dragon flying away about thirty yards, resulting in her rolling around in the dirt for several feet until the dragon's momentum stopped.

After a quick check to make sure that the coin pouch was still clutched by the lizard's greedy finger, another snap of the fingers sent Sorcha flying straight towards the Phoenix's face, and final snap and explosion directly overhead sent the dragon face first into the dirt no more than a yard away from Irasacha's feet.

A foot planted itself firmly on the back of Sorcha's head, keeping her there. Her natural resistance to pressure had kept the dragon alive, but light burn marks ran up and down her pet's body. [color=salmon]"The strong requests thier coins back from the weak."[/color] The entire punishment had taken less than ten seconds.

The dragon laid quietly beneath Irasacha’s foot for a few moments, her anger reaching a boiling point. But no. She wouldn’t be able to do any direct fighting. She wasn’t strong enough for that, no matter how much she hated to admit it. Her body hurt all over from being tossed around like a ragdoll, and her pride once again had been injured. There was realistically no way she was going to beat this woman in an actual fight.

So she settled on some passive aggressiveness. At first, she held the half open pouch of coins up so that Irasacha could take them.

However, before the woman could do anything…she took the pouch…and threw it as hard as she could in the direction opposite of the merchants – chances were, the coins would spill all over the ground.

[color=salmon][i]Seems like she has finally learned her lesson.[/i][/color] The goddess started to reach out for the pouch ...

... when suddenly it went far into the distance. Far away. Almost all of her money had been in there. She saw the coins shower off in the distance, and her hopes of recovering them disappeared as she noticed most of them were being carried away by a small stream.

For probably the first time with this girl, the goddess found herself geninely angry with this girl. This would make their plans ... a bit of a challenge.

Surprisingly, the Goddess lifted her foot from Sorcha's head, and took a few steps back. [color=salmon]"Are you seeking to battle with me?"[/color] Her voice was trying to not express her rage, but some managed to slip through the cracks as an impatient foot tapped the ground, trying to wait for an answer.

The dragon pushed herself off of the ground.

[color=aba000]“What would be the point of that?”[/color] She grumbled, wiping some dirt off of her face. [color=aba000]“I’d love to just eat you and be done with it, but I’d lose…”[/color] She quietly stated. [color=aba000]“And you’d just humiliate me [i]more[/i].”[/color] Sorcha pushed herself into a sitting position, a glare pointed right at Irasacha. She was angry, yes but what could she do? There was almost no way she could realistically beat this woman. Not in her current state.

[color=aba000]“…why do you want to take everything I have away from me?”[/color] She growled, not meeting Irasacha’s gaze. She was of course, talking about both her pride, and her beliefs. The only reason she had even thrown the coins, was because she was frustrated and angry. She wanted to just kill this woman and go about her business, but she knew she had no chance of doing that. Plus…well, she knew this woman wasn’t entirely wrong, either. But right now? Those things were just about everything she had. She didn’t know anyone, aside from Irasacha. If Merlin was dead, chances were Arthur was too…she didn’t even have a home any more.

With that response, the wrath in her body left. The goddess worried that perhaps she'd gone a bit too far, noting Sorcha's downtrodden position as she drifted off to older memories. Irasacha sat down a few feet away from Sorcha, lowering herself to the ground so they were equally high above the earth.

At least her pet was starting to recognize who was in charge. Maybe she could use this as her lesson, rather than spending another half hour on her lecture about economics.

[color=salmon]"Didn't you just say that the strong have the right to take from those weaker than themselves? What if I get pleasure from tossing you around, don't I have the right to take that from you then?"[/color] The words came out sternly, leaving little room for argument.

The goddess took a deep breath and countinued. The older woman's tone became more diplomatic and open to a response. [color=salmon]"Perhaps you feel it's a little unfair for me to beat you around like this, correct?"[/color]

[color=aba000]“I said take…not humiliate.”[/color] Sorcha replied. [color=aba000]“You’ve done…nothing but humiliate me ever since you…healed me.”[/color] She looked at Irasacha, a slow burning defiance clear in her eyes. [color=aba000]“You are strong…and yes, you do if you want, but that isn’t right.”[/color] Her voice was firm, and definitely didn’t leave much room for argument.

[color=aba000]“Getting pleasure from the misfortune of others isn’t something that is right. I…may not…be good with things like what is good and evil…money…things like that, but never once have I ever humiliated someone or toyed with them.”[/color] She looked where she had tossed the coins, a small frown forming on her lips. [color=aba000]“I apologize for tossing the coins. That was…wrong of me, but…”[/color] She sighed, unsure of what else she could say except one thing. She looked back at Irasacha with a determined gaze, her voice was firm. [color=aba000]“You have no honor.”[/color]

A frown formed on the dominant parties lips, but a small smile followed a few seconds afterwards. [color=salmon]"Apology accepted."[/color] She decided not to respond to the verbal jab.

[color=salmon]"Isn't humilition simply stealing another's pride, though?"[/color] A sigh and a few seconds passed as the older woman thought about how to respond. [color=salmon]"Anyways, how do you think the humans feel when you take their hard earned goods from them? Aside from the food and gold, you know you crush their souls every time one as powerful as yourself makes them feel so helpless before your wrath, just as I do to you."[/color]

[color=aba000]“T-that’s different!”[/color] Sorcha replied. [color=aba000]“I don’t…humiliate them, do I?”[/color] Her voice faltered once again, her gaze returning to the ground. Maybe she was right though. She had never intended for the humans to feel helpless...plus, until that stupid thief stole from her she only took what she needed to live.

[color=aba000]“I just…took what I needed to live until that fool stole from me and refused to return it…”[/color] The item in question was a golden goblet. It was a parting gift from Arthur. A cheap thing, really. Something he just gave her to satisfy her desire for shiny things, but she still treasured it regardless.

And now she wasn’t likely to ever see it again.

As realization dawned on Sorcha's face, Irasacha raised an eyebrow. [color=salmon]"I doubt they feel mighty and strong when one like yourself steals everything they own ..."[/color] It wasn't cruely stated, just firm enough to reinforce the point.

The goddess lifted herself to a standing position, brushing the dust off her dress. A hand extended down in an off to help her pet stand up.

[color=salmon]"Anyways, why don't you tell me about what was taken after we purchase you a nice dress from these ... rather terrified merchants."[/color] It wasn't a lie. They hadn't even moved, too scared to run away from such powerful myths that stood before them.

Sorcha said nothing, only taking Irasacha’s extended hand and stood. She…maybe needed to think about some things, and actually use her head for once.

[color=aba000]“A dress?…some shiny armor would fit me better.”[/color] She muttered, though suddenly didn’t seem in the mood for arguing.

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Soon the merchants were on their way, and Sorcha was wearing a beige linen dress after a small discussion reinforcing the purpose of clothes. Soon the pair was back on the road, and Iravis decided to retry her question from earlier.

[color=salmon]"Care to tell me what happened? About the pesky theif?"[/color] She tried to make her tone as non-treatening as possible, and suggest that this would be a voluntary response.

Sorcha felt entirely uncomfortable in a dress. Ugh, really. She should get her some shiny armor sometime to wear. That was what a proper dragon such as herself should be wearing.

[color=aba000]“Huh? Theif?”[/color] Sorcha replied suddenly. She had been silent for the most part since then, thinking about some of the things Irasacha had said. She was still…unsure about a number of things, but well…she was making an effort at least.

[color=aba000]“Oh...I dunno. Someone wandered into my cave while I was asleep. They stole something…kind of important to me. A gold chalice…Arthur gave it to me.”[/color] She sighed. [color=aba000]“I doubt I’ll ever see it again. The thief is long gone by now. If I ever see him again though,”[/color] She grumbled. [color=aba000]“I’m definitely eating him.”[/color]

Irasacha raised an eyebrow at Sorcha's saddness ... perhaps ... 

[color=salmon]"If you are a good pet, maybe I'll get you in contact with a companion of mine. She's an incredible tracker, she'd be able to find that chalice ..."[/color] A finger raised in front of Irasacha's face. [color=salmon]"... But first, Toulose and a few other errands, Sorchy Sparky."[/color]

Sorcha sighed. She might as well get used to that silly name.

[color=aba000]“Right, right…Toulose. Where is that even? My legs are killing me already…”[/color] She huffed, giving her wings a flap, though didn’t protest. [color=aba000]“…also is it lunchtime yet? I’m hungry.”[/color][/hider]

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