Post by doomsdaylee on Jan 23, 2008 20:17:32 GMT -5
[you][glow=red,2,300]Warning[/glow][/you]
The following Chapter contains a striptease, as well as cursing. While it does not go over 'Damn', I felt I should warn you.
Chapter One
Xavier
A young man sat in the tavern bored, cloaked head to toe, a hood and a muffler on as well. He was in Elven territory, so he was respectful to everyone there. It was a small city, no other races there. He tapped the bar, getting the bartender’s attention.
“Virgin Maiden Blood.” He mumbled. “Please.”
“Um. Yes, sir.” He nodded and began making the non-alcoholic drink. “It’s the middle of the afternoon though, sir. You sure a virgin?”
“Yes.”
The bartender shrugged and handed him the crimson drink. The man nodded, dropping money onto the bar and taking a sip, shuddering in disgust at the taste before drinking again and letting the now sweet drink slide down his throat.
“I assume you’re a dragoon,” the man said.
The cloaked head bobbed
“Aye. Alcohol can stoke our inner fire, so it’s dangerous to consume it. That’s why our taverns are built from stone.”
“What does that mean?” The stranger drank again.
He smiled. “Pour alcohol on a fire sometime. You’ll see what I mean.” At that moment a woman screamed, and a roar came. The dragoon rose, running outside and seeing a large monster attacking the village. The dragoon growled, standing in front of it, his eyes searching it. The monster had a lower half of an ant but with four legs, each about seven feet tall. From the middle up was the torso of a lion.
No mark of clan, he thought to himself. So it’s not a sentient Monster. The young man looked behind him at the Elves readying themselves and shouted, “No! I’ll deal with this.” The Elves looked at him quizzically, but nodded, lowering their bows
The beast rampaged towards him, demolishing all in its path. Trees, houses, monuments, it didn’t matter to it, a simple swat here, a tail swipe there, and houses and trees came down.
“An antlion. No sweat.” The figure said with a smile. He reached into the cloak, the sound of metal on metal coming as he drew his sword from its sheath on his back. The hilt of the blade was carved into the shape of a blue eastern dragon, curling around itself on one side, poised as if to change direction in mid-flight, its eyes made from rubies and its teeth of gold. In the side of the “dragon” was a clan marking in silver. The marking was a diamond shape, with a draconic eye pupil going from one end to the other. The handle itself was wrapped in roughened silk, giving the man a good grip on it. The blade itself was long and odd shaped: It was six inches wide at the base, flaring outward to almost nine full inches near the tip, before narrowing to a point, giving it an almost diamond-like shape. The sword was almost five feet in length. The antlion spied the shining blade, and reared up on its legs while letting out a deafening roar in challenge to the small being in front of it.
An Elven woman stared at the crest on the sword, all families had crests, and all families showed them one way or another. She let out an appreciative low whistle. “That’s.the crest of the Dragoon royal family,” she whispered. The man behind her, a shorter, portly man with graying blonde hair grinned, rubbing his hands.
“Dragon Fang!” The youth called, his sword glowing a white hot, fiery light. He flung his cloak outwards, two batlike, dragon wings spread outwards from his back. The main muscle and “fingers” of his wings were red, scaled and shining in the light of the afternoon sun. He also had a long tail, thinning as it went along to the ground, like an iguana, striped darker red as well. His feet were dragon-like and clawed, two “toes” in the front, one in the back on each foot. All ended in claws. His shirt and pants were simple cloth, bearing no designs whatsoever. His skin was tanned dark, almost brown, from flying so close to the sun. His hair was black as midnight and sticking any way it could in a messy fashion. He took flight, driving the blade high into the antlion’s chest, and dragged it down to the stomach. He cleaved through flesh and bone and the sickening smell of burning flesh and fur wafted into the air. The behemoth screeched, batting the prince away, throwing the man into a tree. With a deafening crack, the tree toppled onto him. The beast began throwing trees at him, all at once the air filled with soil, leaves and massive wooden missiles. Children whispered to one another, amazed by the young man, while the teenage girls chattered about the nineteen year old prince.
“Prince Xavier! Look out!” A young woman cried. Xavier’s eyes flashed skyward again and, seeing the trees coming, readied his glowing sword again.
“Dragon Slash!” he called and slashed vertically, the light leaping off the blade, into a crescent, which flew into and through the antlion, severing it in two. Cautiously, he ducked under the logs, dodging towards the corpse of the monster. The last of the logs crashed into the ground as he moved, but there was no further danger. He sighed
“It’s done,” Xavier grimly declared. He looked to the group, and a cheer was let out. “Stand back,” he cautioned as the group began to edge forward. Everyone nodded, backing away from the corpse and the prince. “Dragon Flash!” A light came from the dragoon, forming into a large sphere which ended at the tree he had been thrown into, burning everything in its path. The group watched the man walked away from the charred area, his cloak and shirt burned to ash, his pants singed. The pack of teenaged women cheered at this, most of the adults silent before applauding the power of the dragoon’s magic.
The young prince fell to a single knee, many of the cheering girls by his side at that time, offering their homes for him to rest in.
Such is the burden of being a prince, he thought.
“Ladies, I am all right...I just need to get home,” Xavier said, smiling at the collective groan that he heard. He knew most of them were after him because of his royalty, and the other half for his looks. The older blonde Elf stepped forwards.
“Nonsense!” he declared, “You must stay! If not for celebration of your victory, then for our protection. Tonight is the rising of a red moon.”
“Ah, yes, the bloody moon, I had forgotten. Are there vampires in the area?”
“We’re not sure. But none of us want to take the risk that there are.” The crowd of girls came alive again, all begging him to stay.
He sighed. “Why not? I’ve nothing to do at home, and interesting things always happen on the night of the red moon.”
“Splendid!” The man smiled. “I am Duke Leid. Welcome to my humble town! Now come! You must stay at the manor. I will not have it any other way!”
Xavier rolled his eyes smiling, he was used to this.
“Very well. I do not wish to disrespect you.”
“Excellent! Please, choose a woman to take to your bed then.” He motioned to the pack of women, who all looked as sweet and sultry as possible. Xavier coughed, blushing dark red on his already darker skin.
“S-sir!? Is that really necessary!?” Xavier was a healthy nineteen-year-old male, he liked women, but this didn’t seem right to his Dragoon sensibilities.
“Yes! We cannot have our savior going without company for the night! Or can you not choose one?”
“Er…I.don’t think I should tire myself out,” he paused for a second, flustered, “In case a vampire does come! Or anything worse.” He looked to the duke nervously. “But I’d be honored to attend the celebration.”
“Yes, yes you are right.” If the duke sensed Xavier’s discomfort, it did not show. The price was grateful for that. “:How foolish of me…but come! You must get into better clothes, before the ones you are wearing fall off your very back!” The duke grabbed his hand, jerking him away. As they sped towards the manor, they passed a young Elven woman who stood apart from everyone else in Xavier’s mind. Her hair was dark brown, falling to her waist untied. Her ears pointing past her locks, were about an inch-and-a-half longer than normal, passing her head by about an inch-and-a-quarter. She wore a traditional robe, it swaying across her body, wispy against her already thin form. Her robe hid her curves well, but not well enough. She wasn’t pale, but she wasn’t tan either, rather a creamy color in her skin. Her eyes were dark green, like the color of a dark forest, her lips painted crimson. An obi tied her robe shut, the color of which being a dark red. But what caught his eyes most were hers, not just the color but how they were, deep and thoughtful, yet cold and hostile as anything he’d ever seen before. She glared at the prince as they passed.
“Who was that?” He wondered to aloud, the duke overhearing.
“That is Kita. She is an orphan from the Kingdom.” The duke answered, slowing as they approached his home. “But she is nothing you should worry yourself about.”
Xavier ignored comment.
“How did she get here?”
“We found her on the outskirts of the village, wrapped in cloth from the city of the god tree. Why? Perhaps you wish to have her tonight?”
“No, I was just curious.” He looked back towards the woman, before walking into the manor.
Xavier was fitted for clothes from the Elf city, and walked to the bathing hall. This was a long hallway, two doors on each side and a door on the end. Xavier walked into the first door, pulling a paper slide “door” across the doorway. Elves were notorious for making great trees into manors and castles, and using magic to do nearly everything. This included making their springs hot. Xavier looked into the water. Waste of magic, but it was pretty amazing how the springs seemed to be telepathic, using magic to change its temperature to the user’s wants and thoughts, more so when there was more than one person, each only feeling his or her own temperature. He sighed and stripped down, stepping into the pool of water, sighing peacefully as the pool of water began to heat up to nigh boiling levels. He sank down to his shoulders, relaxing and drowsing off to sleep.
An hour and a half later, a young Elven woman shook Xavier’s shoulder, her blonde hair falling towards the waters.
“Sire? It’s time Sire, the celebration is about to begin.” Xavier stirred at her touch, but didn’t wake, making the woman smile. He must have been bushed, protecting our village, she thought. He is rather handsome. She shook him again. “Sire!” she said louder.
Xavier opened his eyes at last, looking up at her.
“Umm, why are you here?” he asked.
“I was sent to wake you sire, and give you your clothes. The celebration is about to begin.” She bowed, her blonde hair skimming the water, and motioned to a bundle of clothes in the corner.
“Thank you.” Xavier bowed his head slightly, a showing of respect and thanks in this case.
She blushed lightly that the prince would show her respect.
“I-it was no problem, sire.” There was a moment of silence.
“Well, are you planning on watching me dress?” he joked.
The woman sputtered and blushed.
“N-no! Of course not, sire!”
Xavier chuckled as the woman left, and began pulling on the robes. The robes were green, with red designs. They felt softer than silk, and he thought that he would have to ask what they were made of. He sighed as walked out into the main hall, seeing a group of men gathered in a circle, a spot open, obviously for him, so he took the seat, near the duke.
“So, what are we waiting on?”
“You, Prince of the Dragoons, and now that you are here, we may begin the celebration!”
As he said that, music began to pick up, soft and rhythmic. Dancing music. At a certain point in the music, a young woman came from a curtain in the side of the room. She bore the mask of a seductress, a hellspawn who made it a point to seduce her enemies into a sense of security before killing him. There were legends of a summoner wedding his seductress, but it wasn’t know if the were true. She wore light, wet blue robes, tied very tightly around her body. The men cheered; Xavier sighed.
Is this all these fools think of? Although…she is very, VERY attractive. She seems familiar some how.
The girl danced to the music without a word, her robes tied by a small red sash, which she began to pull on, much to the enjoyment of the men. The robe fell, tied near her waist now so nothing below the waist showed, her robes falling open, but still clinging to her skin, so still nothing showed, the men hooting and hollering, along with a few slaps in the behind as she walked towards Xavier. He was staring at her, very attentive, and this showed. She leaned down in front of him, and looked up at him.
Xavier rose, sighed and shook his head. “I said I don’t care for anyone joining me in my bed tonight..And that is that!” He growled, taking his place of superiority. He had had enough of their seeming need to have him have sex.
The woman stopped, looking at him.
“Obviously you do.” The group laughed.
“Besides, we’re not offering her to you. She’s merely entertainment.”
He snarled in disgust and headed back to his room to sit on his bed.
“Dad’s going to throw a fit about me acting like that.” He looked to the ceiling, and there was a knock on the door. He looked to the door. “Yeah? Come in.” The door opened, the dancing woman walking in. Xavier growled. “I said I didn’t want a bedmate! Go and l-“
“You really are moronic aren’t you?” Her voice came as she removed the mask. It was Kita.
“You!? You’re-“
“Kita. My last name doesn’t matter to you.”
“So you’re a dancer?”
“No. They gave me a place to stay for the night, and let me have as much of the feast as I want, so I agreed. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them see any part of me,” she growled, looking away from him.
“So why’d you do that to me?”
“Hm… Good question, I thought you were a perverted freak, so I tested it, apparently I was wrong.”
“Apology..” Xavier began to say, only to be cut off by Kita.
“I’m not apologizing, I’m just saying I was wrong, at least for now. You just proved you don’t want anyone tonight, and it’s not to hard to tell you do.” She looked down towards his belt.
“Eyes off,” he demanded, eyes blazing as much as his cheeks. He growled and stood, flaring his wings in an attempt to intimidate her.
She stood her ground. “Relax, I doubt you’re worth it. Besides, I’m not here to piss you off.” She looked at him. “I’m here for your help.”
“My…help?” Xavier asked, looking at her oddly. Kita nodded, making sure to close the door.
“Yes. I would like you to take me to Dragoniss.” She said simply, looking at him.
“Why?”
“Does it matter? Just take me.” She looked at him. As an afterthought, she added, “please.”
“Why do you want to get away from here? Being chased?”
“Are you blind? Did you miss that whole scene? I swear if one of those freaks had touched my ass again I would’ve ripped off their god damned heads!” She growled with a ferocity rivaling a mother dragon, losing her hatchlings.
“You’ll work in the castle?”
“Yes…I’ll do anything.” She nodded.
He eyed her.
“Well, almost anything.” She smiled slightly.
Xavier sighed “Fine. We’ll leave in the morning.” He turned to get ready to sleep.
She nodded. “I’ll meet you at the gates tomorrow morning.”
“Excuse me, but if I am not allowed to look upon you without a robe, I expect the same courtesy.” Xavier did not turn around at the grunt of disgust or the slam of the door, but simply readied himself for sleep. It was many hours that Xavier lay in bed, waiting for sleep to claim him.
(PS, this is still A rough draft, but this IS being published. I’d like feedback)
The following Chapter contains a striptease, as well as cursing. While it does not go over 'Damn', I felt I should warn you.
Chapter One
Xavier
A young man sat in the tavern bored, cloaked head to toe, a hood and a muffler on as well. He was in Elven territory, so he was respectful to everyone there. It was a small city, no other races there. He tapped the bar, getting the bartender’s attention.
“Virgin Maiden Blood.” He mumbled. “Please.”
“Um. Yes, sir.” He nodded and began making the non-alcoholic drink. “It’s the middle of the afternoon though, sir. You sure a virgin?”
“Yes.”
The bartender shrugged and handed him the crimson drink. The man nodded, dropping money onto the bar and taking a sip, shuddering in disgust at the taste before drinking again and letting the now sweet drink slide down his throat.
“I assume you’re a dragoon,” the man said.
The cloaked head bobbed
“Aye. Alcohol can stoke our inner fire, so it’s dangerous to consume it. That’s why our taverns are built from stone.”
“What does that mean?” The stranger drank again.
He smiled. “Pour alcohol on a fire sometime. You’ll see what I mean.” At that moment a woman screamed, and a roar came. The dragoon rose, running outside and seeing a large monster attacking the village. The dragoon growled, standing in front of it, his eyes searching it. The monster had a lower half of an ant but with four legs, each about seven feet tall. From the middle up was the torso of a lion.
No mark of clan, he thought to himself. So it’s not a sentient Monster. The young man looked behind him at the Elves readying themselves and shouted, “No! I’ll deal with this.” The Elves looked at him quizzically, but nodded, lowering their bows
The beast rampaged towards him, demolishing all in its path. Trees, houses, monuments, it didn’t matter to it, a simple swat here, a tail swipe there, and houses and trees came down.
“An antlion. No sweat.” The figure said with a smile. He reached into the cloak, the sound of metal on metal coming as he drew his sword from its sheath on his back. The hilt of the blade was carved into the shape of a blue eastern dragon, curling around itself on one side, poised as if to change direction in mid-flight, its eyes made from rubies and its teeth of gold. In the side of the “dragon” was a clan marking in silver. The marking was a diamond shape, with a draconic eye pupil going from one end to the other. The handle itself was wrapped in roughened silk, giving the man a good grip on it. The blade itself was long and odd shaped: It was six inches wide at the base, flaring outward to almost nine full inches near the tip, before narrowing to a point, giving it an almost diamond-like shape. The sword was almost five feet in length. The antlion spied the shining blade, and reared up on its legs while letting out a deafening roar in challenge to the small being in front of it.
An Elven woman stared at the crest on the sword, all families had crests, and all families showed them one way or another. She let out an appreciative low whistle. “That’s.the crest of the Dragoon royal family,” she whispered. The man behind her, a shorter, portly man with graying blonde hair grinned, rubbing his hands.
“Dragon Fang!” The youth called, his sword glowing a white hot, fiery light. He flung his cloak outwards, two batlike, dragon wings spread outwards from his back. The main muscle and “fingers” of his wings were red, scaled and shining in the light of the afternoon sun. He also had a long tail, thinning as it went along to the ground, like an iguana, striped darker red as well. His feet were dragon-like and clawed, two “toes” in the front, one in the back on each foot. All ended in claws. His shirt and pants were simple cloth, bearing no designs whatsoever. His skin was tanned dark, almost brown, from flying so close to the sun. His hair was black as midnight and sticking any way it could in a messy fashion. He took flight, driving the blade high into the antlion’s chest, and dragged it down to the stomach. He cleaved through flesh and bone and the sickening smell of burning flesh and fur wafted into the air. The behemoth screeched, batting the prince away, throwing the man into a tree. With a deafening crack, the tree toppled onto him. The beast began throwing trees at him, all at once the air filled with soil, leaves and massive wooden missiles. Children whispered to one another, amazed by the young man, while the teenage girls chattered about the nineteen year old prince.
“Prince Xavier! Look out!” A young woman cried. Xavier’s eyes flashed skyward again and, seeing the trees coming, readied his glowing sword again.
“Dragon Slash!” he called and slashed vertically, the light leaping off the blade, into a crescent, which flew into and through the antlion, severing it in two. Cautiously, he ducked under the logs, dodging towards the corpse of the monster. The last of the logs crashed into the ground as he moved, but there was no further danger. He sighed
“It’s done,” Xavier grimly declared. He looked to the group, and a cheer was let out. “Stand back,” he cautioned as the group began to edge forward. Everyone nodded, backing away from the corpse and the prince. “Dragon Flash!” A light came from the dragoon, forming into a large sphere which ended at the tree he had been thrown into, burning everything in its path. The group watched the man walked away from the charred area, his cloak and shirt burned to ash, his pants singed. The pack of teenaged women cheered at this, most of the adults silent before applauding the power of the dragoon’s magic.
The young prince fell to a single knee, many of the cheering girls by his side at that time, offering their homes for him to rest in.
Such is the burden of being a prince, he thought.
“Ladies, I am all right...I just need to get home,” Xavier said, smiling at the collective groan that he heard. He knew most of them were after him because of his royalty, and the other half for his looks. The older blonde Elf stepped forwards.
“Nonsense!” he declared, “You must stay! If not for celebration of your victory, then for our protection. Tonight is the rising of a red moon.”
“Ah, yes, the bloody moon, I had forgotten. Are there vampires in the area?”
“We’re not sure. But none of us want to take the risk that there are.” The crowd of girls came alive again, all begging him to stay.
He sighed. “Why not? I’ve nothing to do at home, and interesting things always happen on the night of the red moon.”
“Splendid!” The man smiled. “I am Duke Leid. Welcome to my humble town! Now come! You must stay at the manor. I will not have it any other way!”
Xavier rolled his eyes smiling, he was used to this.
“Very well. I do not wish to disrespect you.”
“Excellent! Please, choose a woman to take to your bed then.” He motioned to the pack of women, who all looked as sweet and sultry as possible. Xavier coughed, blushing dark red on his already darker skin.
“S-sir!? Is that really necessary!?” Xavier was a healthy nineteen-year-old male, he liked women, but this didn’t seem right to his Dragoon sensibilities.
“Yes! We cannot have our savior going without company for the night! Or can you not choose one?”
“Er…I.don’t think I should tire myself out,” he paused for a second, flustered, “In case a vampire does come! Or anything worse.” He looked to the duke nervously. “But I’d be honored to attend the celebration.”
“Yes, yes you are right.” If the duke sensed Xavier’s discomfort, it did not show. The price was grateful for that. “:How foolish of me…but come! You must get into better clothes, before the ones you are wearing fall off your very back!” The duke grabbed his hand, jerking him away. As they sped towards the manor, they passed a young Elven woman who stood apart from everyone else in Xavier’s mind. Her hair was dark brown, falling to her waist untied. Her ears pointing past her locks, were about an inch-and-a-half longer than normal, passing her head by about an inch-and-a-quarter. She wore a traditional robe, it swaying across her body, wispy against her already thin form. Her robe hid her curves well, but not well enough. She wasn’t pale, but she wasn’t tan either, rather a creamy color in her skin. Her eyes were dark green, like the color of a dark forest, her lips painted crimson. An obi tied her robe shut, the color of which being a dark red. But what caught his eyes most were hers, not just the color but how they were, deep and thoughtful, yet cold and hostile as anything he’d ever seen before. She glared at the prince as they passed.
“Who was that?” He wondered to aloud, the duke overhearing.
“That is Kita. She is an orphan from the Kingdom.” The duke answered, slowing as they approached his home. “But she is nothing you should worry yourself about.”
Xavier ignored comment.
“How did she get here?”
“We found her on the outskirts of the village, wrapped in cloth from the city of the god tree. Why? Perhaps you wish to have her tonight?”
“No, I was just curious.” He looked back towards the woman, before walking into the manor.
Xavier was fitted for clothes from the Elf city, and walked to the bathing hall. This was a long hallway, two doors on each side and a door on the end. Xavier walked into the first door, pulling a paper slide “door” across the doorway. Elves were notorious for making great trees into manors and castles, and using magic to do nearly everything. This included making their springs hot. Xavier looked into the water. Waste of magic, but it was pretty amazing how the springs seemed to be telepathic, using magic to change its temperature to the user’s wants and thoughts, more so when there was more than one person, each only feeling his or her own temperature. He sighed and stripped down, stepping into the pool of water, sighing peacefully as the pool of water began to heat up to nigh boiling levels. He sank down to his shoulders, relaxing and drowsing off to sleep.
An hour and a half later, a young Elven woman shook Xavier’s shoulder, her blonde hair falling towards the waters.
“Sire? It’s time Sire, the celebration is about to begin.” Xavier stirred at her touch, but didn’t wake, making the woman smile. He must have been bushed, protecting our village, she thought. He is rather handsome. She shook him again. “Sire!” she said louder.
Xavier opened his eyes at last, looking up at her.
“Umm, why are you here?” he asked.
“I was sent to wake you sire, and give you your clothes. The celebration is about to begin.” She bowed, her blonde hair skimming the water, and motioned to a bundle of clothes in the corner.
“Thank you.” Xavier bowed his head slightly, a showing of respect and thanks in this case.
She blushed lightly that the prince would show her respect.
“I-it was no problem, sire.” There was a moment of silence.
“Well, are you planning on watching me dress?” he joked.
The woman sputtered and blushed.
“N-no! Of course not, sire!”
Xavier chuckled as the woman left, and began pulling on the robes. The robes were green, with red designs. They felt softer than silk, and he thought that he would have to ask what they were made of. He sighed as walked out into the main hall, seeing a group of men gathered in a circle, a spot open, obviously for him, so he took the seat, near the duke.
“So, what are we waiting on?”
“You, Prince of the Dragoons, and now that you are here, we may begin the celebration!”
As he said that, music began to pick up, soft and rhythmic. Dancing music. At a certain point in the music, a young woman came from a curtain in the side of the room. She bore the mask of a seductress, a hellspawn who made it a point to seduce her enemies into a sense of security before killing him. There were legends of a summoner wedding his seductress, but it wasn’t know if the were true. She wore light, wet blue robes, tied very tightly around her body. The men cheered; Xavier sighed.
Is this all these fools think of? Although…she is very, VERY attractive. She seems familiar some how.
The girl danced to the music without a word, her robes tied by a small red sash, which she began to pull on, much to the enjoyment of the men. The robe fell, tied near her waist now so nothing below the waist showed, her robes falling open, but still clinging to her skin, so still nothing showed, the men hooting and hollering, along with a few slaps in the behind as she walked towards Xavier. He was staring at her, very attentive, and this showed. She leaned down in front of him, and looked up at him.
Xavier rose, sighed and shook his head. “I said I don’t care for anyone joining me in my bed tonight..And that is that!” He growled, taking his place of superiority. He had had enough of their seeming need to have him have sex.
The woman stopped, looking at him.
“Obviously you do.” The group laughed.
“Besides, we’re not offering her to you. She’s merely entertainment.”
He snarled in disgust and headed back to his room to sit on his bed.
“Dad’s going to throw a fit about me acting like that.” He looked to the ceiling, and there was a knock on the door. He looked to the door. “Yeah? Come in.” The door opened, the dancing woman walking in. Xavier growled. “I said I didn’t want a bedmate! Go and l-“
“You really are moronic aren’t you?” Her voice came as she removed the mask. It was Kita.
“You!? You’re-“
“Kita. My last name doesn’t matter to you.”
“So you’re a dancer?”
“No. They gave me a place to stay for the night, and let me have as much of the feast as I want, so I agreed. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them see any part of me,” she growled, looking away from him.
“So why’d you do that to me?”
“Hm… Good question, I thought you were a perverted freak, so I tested it, apparently I was wrong.”
“Apology..” Xavier began to say, only to be cut off by Kita.
“I’m not apologizing, I’m just saying I was wrong, at least for now. You just proved you don’t want anyone tonight, and it’s not to hard to tell you do.” She looked down towards his belt.
“Eyes off,” he demanded, eyes blazing as much as his cheeks. He growled and stood, flaring his wings in an attempt to intimidate her.
She stood her ground. “Relax, I doubt you’re worth it. Besides, I’m not here to piss you off.” She looked at him. “I’m here for your help.”
“My…help?” Xavier asked, looking at her oddly. Kita nodded, making sure to close the door.
“Yes. I would like you to take me to Dragoniss.” She said simply, looking at him.
“Why?”
“Does it matter? Just take me.” She looked at him. As an afterthought, she added, “please.”
“Why do you want to get away from here? Being chased?”
“Are you blind? Did you miss that whole scene? I swear if one of those freaks had touched my ass again I would’ve ripped off their god damned heads!” She growled with a ferocity rivaling a mother dragon, losing her hatchlings.
“You’ll work in the castle?”
“Yes…I’ll do anything.” She nodded.
He eyed her.
“Well, almost anything.” She smiled slightly.
Xavier sighed “Fine. We’ll leave in the morning.” He turned to get ready to sleep.
She nodded. “I’ll meet you at the gates tomorrow morning.”
“Excuse me, but if I am not allowed to look upon you without a robe, I expect the same courtesy.” Xavier did not turn around at the grunt of disgust or the slam of the door, but simply readied himself for sleep. It was many hours that Xavier lay in bed, waiting for sleep to claim him.
(PS, this is still A rough draft, but this IS being published. I’d like feedback)
