Dracokin 1 - Repost ( ds MF fant dragon ) ***Sharna My name is Sharna and for the first eight years of my life I was in an orphanage in Exeter, which as you can imagine is not a nice way to grow up. In the eighth year of our captivity Deala, my best friend, and I decided to escape. To make a long story short we ended up on a merchant caravan headed out of the Kingdom of Terash, across the Dragon Mountains and into the Zantarni Empire. Unfortunately we were caught by the caravan master, and put to work. He said that we were such pretty little things that manual labour just wouldn't suit us, so we spent much of the trip learning the arts of pleasing men, in expectation of our sale in the slave markets. The Dragon mountains are the natural border between the kingdom and the empire, and it was at the base of this range on the kingdom side, in the small village of Dragon's Way, that Deala and I found our salvation. We had been locked into one the cargo carts, so we were surprised when the door was thrown open by a woman. She asked us what we were doing there and Deala told her, in detail. The caravan left Dragon's Way without us, Adara, the old woman who found us, took care of us. A few days later one of the carters returned, telling of a rock slide that had killed the rest of the caravan. Some the town's folk said it was dragon's justice. For ten years Deala and I lived with Adara, but then the worst happened, she fell ill. Which was why we did the most stupid thing anyone can think of, we tried to steal from a dracokin's cave. ***Sharna Deala and I stood before the cave, wondering about the creature that lived inside. Legends told us that the dracokin were smaller relatives of the dragons that had once lived in the mountains, and like their much larger brethren they horded treasure, although no one could ever say why. Deala glanced back at me. My smaller friend was always the more adventurous of the two of us, I imagine that without her I'd still be in the orphanage. "Come on, we have to do this, for Adara," she whispered, and started into the cave. I followed her down the twisting tunnel, until we came to a brightly lit cavern. The surfaces of the cavern were made from some kind of crystal that emitted a soft white light. I pushed past Deala and walked into the room, but as I turned, the floor turned liquid beneath my feet. I thrust out my hands at the wall, but the crystal there melted too, and when it became solid again a second later I was well and truly trapped. Turning my head I caught sight of Deala. She was bent on half, hands and feet stuck to the floor. When her feet had become stuck she had reached down to pull herself free, with obvious results. When I told Deala that I was as stuck as she was she immediately started wailing about not wanting to die. It was only after I managed to calm her down to gentle sobs that I heard the click, click, click, coming from the other tunnel. I turned and watched, and waited. Shortly it arrived. The dracokin aren't as big as dragons, but they are still bigger than humans. They stand upright and their three clawed hands are every bit as efficient as a humans. While not having the long necks of their larger cousins their head is the familiar dragon shape you see in tapestries and picture books. This one had it's wings wrapped around it like a robe, and was regarding me coolly. The light glinted off it's metallic green scales as it hissed at us. "Deala, it's here," I said, my voice deathly quite. "Nooo!" she screamed. "I don't wanna die! I don't wanna be food for some animal!" The dracokin paced past me to Deala and silenced her with a blow. Deala whimpered quietly as it looked her over. "Hey, leave her alone." I yelled at it, not that I expected it to understand. It did however react. The dracokin turned and strode over to me. The way it looked at me left me feeling like a piece of meat, which wasn't surprising. It sniffed me a few times, then suddenly flung it wings wide open. With a roar and spread claws it leapt at me, and I instinctively closed my eyes. My body was jerked about and there was a ripping sound. I felt cool, was this death? I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see the pearly gates, instead I saw the dracokin standing before me, staring and running it's tongue across it teeth. I looked down, the dracokin had simply shredded my clothes, leaving me helpless and naked before it. I remembered the times I was bound in the caravan, I shuddered, wondering if this creature was male or female. "What are you going to do with us?" I asked, dreading the answer. The dracokin gave me a toothy grin. "I guess I have to decide which one of you to eat now, and which to save for later." ***Graycin I am Graycin, one of the last of the dracokin. Dracokin, like the dragons everyone knows, are descended from a race called the dracos. We have lived upon this world for many millennia, but now our race is in decline, leaving only a few hundred of us left. Most of my people live high in the mountains, away from the child races, I the only one who lives within easy travel of a human village. Every so often some human or elf will come bother me, seeking treasure or knowledge. Typically I spot them coming and manage to scare them off. I was studying hard this night though, and was surprised to hear the wailing of one of the local girls echoing throughout my caverns. I found the pair in the entrance chamber, mired in the crystal trap. The positions they were in were laughable, but I managed to keep my reaction to myself. My arrival caused the girl bent in two to start wailing again. I was about to talk to them when the wailing girl insulted me. Normally I'm a peaceful soul, but being insulted by thieves in my own home does nothing for my temper. I decided to play with my "food." After I had silenced the scared girl, I moved over to the brave girl. Stripping her of her clothes was fun, she probably thought I was going to kill her. After that though I saw true fear in her eyes, and decided to end my charade. "I guess I have to decide which one of you to eat now, and which to save for later," I joked, grinning. "Y-you can speak," she managed to stutter. "Of course, my race has had a language for longer than yours has walked upon this planet." "Are you really going to eat us?" the scared girl asked. "Don't be disgusting, eat another sentient, I think I'll leave that to you children," I answered. "So what are you going to do with us?" the brave girl asked, a quiver in her voice. I crossed my arms, then wrapped my wings around myself. "Our law dictates that thieves are to be killed on sight. Of course no one cares what really happens, so I can be convinced to be lenient." The scared girl immediately started babbling. "We only wanted a few coins to help Adara, she's really sick and we can't afford to cure her, and she's done so much for us and we didn't think you'd miss a few coins and I don't wanna die, I'll do anything!" "You finished yet?" I asked her when she stopped. "So, you wish to save your friend and will do anything to help." I paused for a second, using my magic to find the human named Adara. I smiled as I realised I could help in a more direct way than simple fiances. "I have a cure for you, but I demand something in return. If the two of you can give me a treasure each, then I will give you the cure and your lives." "But we don't have any treasures!" wailed the scared girl. I gazed at the naked girl before me. The brave girl was a tall blonde, not thin, and with little curves. She wasn't well endowed, but somehow, despite being a village girl and spending much time working she still had soft white skin. I wondered what her short brunette friend would look like. Okay, I admit it, I've always held a fascination for the child races, especially on a sexual level, but I'd never force myself upon someone. "You want us," the brave girl whispered, noticing me looking at her. I shrugged. "That is an option, if you can think of something else, I may except that. I'll leave you to discuss it." ***Sharna I watched the dracokin leave, then turned back to Deala. "What do you mean he wants us?" Deala demanded. "He wants us as slaves, I think he's interested in us like men are." I saw Deala shudder. "We've got to think of something else!" "What else is there? We have no special skills, we're not rich, and we have to make this deal." "Adara saved us from slavery, are we really going to sell ourselves to a master that isn't even human?" "I think he'll treat us well, we'll be his treasures after all." Deala sobbed. "If you think it's for the best." I looked away from my friend, I didn't want to tell her, but the entire idea secretly excited me. If the dracokin was as careful with us as I believed he'd be, we'd be living an easy, if somewhat humiliating, life. "We're ready to deal!" I called. Moments later the dracokin walked back into the cavern. "And what is it you offer me?" he asked. "Ourselves, to serve you in anyway you wish, until you wish it no more." Behind me, Deala let out a sob. "But first I wish to know some things." The dracokin nodded. "I will treat you as well as you act, if you cooperate, I will not harm you." I nodded, he had been listening. "How will we know you've upheld you part of the bargain?" "One of you will take the cure and stay until your friend is better, the other will remain here as surety." Again I nodded, it made sense. "I'll stay." He shock his head. "No, she will, her fear would keep her from returning." "But you destroyed my clothes!" He waved his hands and I was clothed in a following dress. I sighed, he held all the cards, I had no choice. ***Sharna The cure worked on Adara quickly, so I guess the dracokin new what he was talking about. I stood next to her bead as the healer gave her a thorough examination. "Where's Deala?" she asked once the healer had left. I didn't have the heart to tell her. "I recognise the potion you cured me with, and I know who made it. I guess Graycin has finally caught himself a pair of girls." I looked at her, shocked. "Graycin?" "You don't even know his name?" she laughed. "I've had contact with the local dracokin before, he's nice enough, but very possessive." She closed her eyes. "I'll miss you two, but this is your decision, good luck." I lent forward and kissed her. Words failed me, so I simply waved good bye and left. I looked back to see Adara standing at the door watching me. ***Deala I was scared when Sharna left. I was left alone, still trapped in the crystal floor, and I was getting a headache. The dracokin paced back over to me. "Pull your hands free," he ordered. I pulled and found that I was no longer held. I stood up straight and got my first good look at my new owner. He was massive, larger than anyone I had seen, my only immediate comparison was the caravan master from my youth, but I was small then. "What is your name?" he inquired. "Deala, sir," I managed to say, feeling like the child who had been caught stowing away on the caravan ten years ago. "And your friend?" "She's Sharna, sir." He nodded. "I am called Graycin, though you will call me master. Do you trust your friend to come back, or do you think she'll abandon you?" I looked up into his eyes, the question scared me, and after a few seconds he chuckled. "Don't worry, she will return. Come, I'll let you settle in." He led me down through the tunnels. "You may explore these caverns at your leisure, you'll find it hard to get lost, but you must come when I summon you." We emerged into a large chamber, filled with treasure. "This is the main room of my lair, do not remove anything from it without permission." He turned to point to a opening nearby. "That cave has a stream running through it, you will sleep there and perform your ablutions there. I have a sensitive sense of smell, and expect you to wash at least daily. You tell will Sharna all of this."