A meeting
Befor the story begins, Serian does not belong to me. He is a charictor of Hobbes_Zatora (Not on Yiffstar). This is part on in an unpredictably long series. As I get farther in the roleplay that is being this lemon, I post extra sections.
If you are not 18 or older, leave now. IF you are easily offended by m/m (Two men having sex) or by humans being with beast race's, then don't read any further.
Gordious Scalepealer, an argonian sell-sword, had choosen to take a back ally to get away from the crowds. He hated the beings of this town. All insisted on calling him a 'dragon-born'. He was proud to be a lizard race, and had no interest in listening to any of it if he didn't have to. As he walked he noticed a crowed watching something, as well as a body fly, and chose to investigate.
Once he forced his way through the crowd, he found himself seeing an amazing thing. The body was that of a Cat-man, very agile, and very gutsy to pick a fight in such a place. The Cat-man charged and was quickly taken down by a human-looking being. A radiant face, and rather humble cloths, but Gordious could tell it was a cover for what he really was. He didn't know what, but he knew there was more.
He followed the man after the fight until the crowd was a good ways behind them, before speaking up.
"To fight so well, you must be really skilled." He called, to catch the attention of the man.
The man turned calmly, "Who are you, and what is your business?"
"Peace. I'm simply a traveler. I've been looking for someone of your skill to...train me. My name is Gordious Scalepealer. Call me Scales."
"I have no interest in training you. It has no reward for me." He said strictly, and turned to walk away.
"But what if I made it worth your while?" He called. Seeing the man turn back, "I have...connections. I can get you anything you want if you will simply train me to fight like you did back there."
"What kind of things can you get me?"
"Weapons. Armor. Riches, and power. You name it. I am willing to spill some blood...er....gather together anything you need in exchange for your aid."
The man grinned evilly, "I see. now, who did you say you where again?"
"Scales. A roaming...eraser of annoyances. At the right price, I remove people from existence."
"Serian." He said, hoping he'd not ask a last name, or profession, "Very well. Lets see what you have."
"After. A fools move to pay for something I don't know if I'll receive."
Serian nodded, "Very well. Follow me." He said, and lead the way down the back roads.
Serian took Scales to a small home. 2 stories high. Not flashy, but it was a home. He lead him inside. There was next to no light in this place. For Serian, there was plenty of light, but Scales had to adjust to it. Little furniture was in the living room they stood in. That was fine by Scales. There was a fireplace near one end.
Serian started the fire, keeping it low, but enough for warmth and light, "We shall discus training and payment tomorrow. Today, make yourself at home. This will be our center of operations for now." He said.
Scales Nodded, taking a seat before the fire. Being cold blooded, he needed to stay warm, and it was getting cold outside. He turned to see Serian. With the shadows of the alleyway gone, and the light of the fire showing him, he could see that the man was more than radiant. Rather, he was amazingly handsome. Scales quickly turned back to the fire. He hadn't had such a thought of anyone in quite some time. Preferred not to think of other beings that way. Kept him from being attached to them. He quickly reminded himself that this man was strictly to train him. Nothing more.
Serian had caught Scales' motion, and grinned. He was a cute little creature. But he was just that...a creature. He strolled over into the kitchen, and began making up some food. It was getting late, and one more meal would be well-advised before the day ended.
After a while, Serian had set the table up, Scales having not noticed, having become mesmerized into the flames as he had curled up on the rug in front of the fire. Serian pulled out a chair, "You gonna eat?" He said, just to get his gaze away from the fire. Scales turned, just now noticing the the table was set with quite an array of food, as well as candles for light. He got up, and gladly came over to the table. Scales took a seat.
"Wow...quite a selection. I've not seen such in some time." He said.
"Well, eat what you wish." He said, motioning over the table with one arm, bringing it back to his side, and now could see Scales' face fully. His mind lost in the face of this being. This was no dragon, he could see that in his eyes. Not dragonic, but rather, that of an argonian. Lizards where different from Dragons in some respects.
Scales wasted no time in getting some food from many of the dishes. Glad to take up an offer for free food that he didn't have to steal, or kill to get.
Serian shook his head, and got up from the table, "Enjoy." He said, and went over to the couch, sitting facing away from Scales.
Scales turned, and approached Serian from behind, "You know, you must eat too. You'll starve." He said, with a bit of a grin on his face. Last thing he needed was for this man to die of malnutrition before he filled his share of their deal.
"I can live a long time without eating." he said, simply.
"Well, if you want to talk that way, I can live as long as 3 months with nothing but mabey some water every 2-3 days. Doesn't mean it isn't healthy to eat." HE said, moving to the side of the couch, seeing his face now, and had a hunch, "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing you would understand." HE said, looking away from the lizard-man, so as not to be drawn into his face.
"Well, give me an idea. Perhaps I can help. You DO need to train me, and you can't do so if your mind is somewhere else."
Serian paused, then, "Matters of the heart. ...love."
"Ah. So, you have a crush on someone?" He said with a little chuckle, made him think of a little school yard lovers thing. Rather childish for someone that is suppose to train him.
"Had...you see...I'm gay. And for some reason, I have been reminded of a deceased ex of mine. Recently died, in fact."
Scales nodded...he knew of lost loves. He killed for a living because he didn't want to stay around anywhere long enough to get attached to someone after his was lost 2 years ago. Of course, he also had not mated with anyone since, so to say he wasent hopeful to find someone for a one time fling was the understatement, "You should let the past die. what is in the past, is just that. The past. What sparked such a memory, by chance?"
Serian paused once more, "...your eyes."