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Orphy woke with a start to her shoulder being shook and tried to sit up hurriedly pushing Droga away, "what do you think you are doing?" she hisses. Droga just shook his head, "getting you up so we can leave this dump." he growled back to her, "now hurry up and be quiet." he says already set to go. She gave a huff sitting swinging her legs from the bed and sitting for a second before she stood, "lead the way then." she tells him putting the knife he had given her in her belt within easy reach and set off as he led the way. She was surprised finding how late it was as they came out into the night.

The streets were dark barely lit by a few lanterns along the dirt lanes leading to the stables. "Stay here" Droga said as they reached the stables before he went to get his horse. Coming back out he was relieved to see Orphy had remained. He knew she hated him but also unhappy enough here to go with him even if she wouldn't admit it. "Hop on." he said offering to help her up on his tan steed. With a glare she ignored his offered help and pulled herself up. He shrugged, "suit yourself I guess..." he said his tail brushing her leg as she settled behind him. "Know an old farmhouse we can hold up at for now." he mentions, "can work on the specifics on the way and get the letter written once we are there."

Orphy sighed, "Whatever." she said, "sooner this is over the better and the sooner I don't have to watch my back around you." she closed her eyes slightly. This was stupid she told herself, trusting Droga like this, she just knew when she first saw him that he was trouble. His advances on her only proved that yet here she was riding off into the night with him and for what? Hopefully a trip back home and out of the frontier where she had gotten herself trapped and in debt. She was taking a big risk but she felt it would pay off... hoped it would pay off.

They rode into the night along dark roads, Orphy doing little more than staring off into the night as they rode on. Droga was content with the silence until Orphy spoke up, "You never did explain how you knew who my father is." she says wanting an explanation. Droga hummed, "well he is quite well known back in Boston and there is a strong family resemblance." he said, "Of course your family has tried to keep quiet about where you disappeared too for reputation and all but not that hard to figure out." he looked back at her and away when met with her cold stare, "You can at least pretend to be friendly even if you don't approve of me you know."

Orphy shrugged, "Maybe..." she replies, "That depends more on your manners." she tells him. Droga nodded, "very well, hope you realize my persistence was largely in hopes I wouldn't have to drag you off." he tells her, "Not that you probably aren't worth it that is." he quickly says wincing at how bad his previous statement sounded. Orphy certainly didn't seem amused, "not just that but you are very rude and not just bad with words rude though you are certainly that too." she said shaking her head, "Maybe is better you don't say anything... at all." Droga snorted, "You are the one that started talking." he says before staying silent the rest of their journey.

It was dawn by time they turned down the path fairly secluded between two town to an old farmstead that was rather well hidden from the road. The air was crisp and birdsong floated from the surrounding trees. Orphy groaned telling Droga to stop so she could dismount and walk the rest of the way ignoring the chuckle that came from Droga, "I would be quite suspicious if you weren't sore." he said almost laughing at the glare she cast at him. He continued though undeterred, "Though I guess if that was the case you would have just fucked your way home by now." he said now just laughing as she growled at him. "This is why no one likes you." she says picking up a rock and throwing it at him, "Hey!" he snapped ducking his head as the rock barely misses. Orphy stormed up to the house and went straight inside, "Asshole!" she shouts as she does so. Droga was soon following inside getting his horse squared away, "you know a sense of humor goes a long way." he growls searching room to room for her.

Orphy was digging through one of the two bedrooms, "What happened to the people who lived here?" she asks as Droga stormed in angrily. He growled and grabbed roughly and threw her onto the bed, "Shut up." he growls pulling her back by her tail as she tried to crawl away and pinning her so they were muzzle to muzzle. Orphy was breathing hard and glaring, "Grrrr... get off me.." she growled struggling to reach her knife. Droga breathing hard, "You are a real bitch you know." he said before shoving off the bed and stomping out leaving Orphy laying there a strange mix of angry, fearful, and strangely excited.

They avoided each other the rest of the day not speaking or bothering to even look at one another. Orphy staying up most the night in case Droga came back in and by morning she was exhausted. Drawn to scent of strong coffee she made her way out and sat across from Droga in the kitchen until he got her a mug. Together they just sat drinking in silence, "Let's not talk about yesterday." Droga starts, "agreed" Orphy replies, "or your temper." she added. Droga sighed and stared into his coffee, "really have to pick don't you." he grumbled sarcastically. Orphy stared, "I can't wait for this to be over and far away from you." she says coldly. "Feel is mutual." Droga replied getting up and retrieving a sheet of worn paper and pen and tossing them on the table, "Write something that would only come from you and make it good. We want them to believe you are actually in danger." he told her sternly. Orphy sighed and grab the pen and paper and started writing, "and I'm not really in danger?" she asks, "I can really just get up and walk out?", Droga nodded, "if you want then feel free." he replied looking towards the door, "we both know you won't." he was right there at least.

Orphy took some time writing her letter and grimacing as she wrote plea for her life, her pride was great and that would show the 'validity' of the letter when she forsakes it in pleading and an account of her humiliation at her captors hands. When it was done she folded it up and slid it across to Droga, "there make your demands and that should make them believe this is real." she said finding it distasteful but no one else would know and would think she really had been held for ransom by this brute. He nodded, "Thank you." he said taking the pen and walking out leaving Orphy alone to her thoughts.

She didn't like what she was doing but it wouldn't be something that would really hurt anyone and it would get her home she kept telling herself but despite that she really hated lying. Droga said she could leave and she believed him. This was all too much trouble just to be some trick by him it would have been much easier to keep her tied up and under lock and key the entire time. Maybe she had underestimated him she admitted to herself. So intent was she in her thoughts that at first she didn't notice Droga leave and when he did she just sighed and got up to continue searching the house, she was curious what happened to the people who lived here and who they were though there wasn't much left but some sparse dusty furniture.

She didn't find much at all of the former occupants and sat down on the bed she had slept in which was little more than a mattress to wait. It wasn't until she heard the door slam that she was jolted from the reverie she had fallen into. Leaving the room she pulled her knife on the off chance it was someone other than Droga and seeing it was him put it away. He tossed a bedroll down on the floor and a satchel on the table, "figured you would want something other than a moldy old mattress." he said one cheek bruised and bloodied. Orphy found herself actually concerned, "what happened to your face?" she asked grabbing his jaw to turn his head for a better look. He pulled back surprised, "just a fight." he said, "it happens." and Orphy rolled her eyes, "yeah you went to mail a letter and got into a fight."

"You care why?" Droga asked genuinely wondering why she suddenly cared about his well being. Orphy looked at him and went to see what was in the satchel leaving him without an answer. Pulling out a large bottle of strong whiskey she raised a brow, "I should have figured." she said shaking her head. "Well living with you I should have brought more." he told her back and shook his head, "lets try to get along." he almost pleaded having had his fill of trouble for the day. Orphy looked about ready to snap at him but seeing the bedroll he had brought her and remembering that he was trusting her instead said, "Alright we will get along and you should have brought more." she says lifting the bottle with a smirk. Droga quickly snatched it away, "I'm the one that bought it I'm first." he says pulling the top to take a deep drink. Orphy was quick to grab the bottle away from his with a small hiss and tried to match him taking a large swig and slamming it down on the table in challenge.

Droga glared and grabbed the bottle next. Passing it back and forth between them until it was empty and they were both wasted, Orphy leaning on the table, and Droga sitting down. "You know... maybe you aren't so bad..." Orphy slurs grinning, "you should have brought more." she says suddenly frowning. Droga snorted in reply, "you know.. why are you here? Like.. why did you even come out here leaving everything for something?" he asks leaning across to grab her hand and knocking the empty bottle over. Orphy stared for a second and shook her head, "not much to it.. just wanted to leave." she says unconvincingly, "Just.. long story short I wanted to prove myself and get out of there. Just felt so smothered." she says pulling her hand away.

"What about you? What brought you to this stunt?" she counters, "can't imagine it is just on a whim or is it?" She hummed setting the bottle back upright and swaying as she sat down. Droga grumbled, "I am tired." he said with a shrug, "very tired of struggling to get by, very tired of fighting, pulling jobs and scams to get by." he says sighing heavily. "I hated the rules and wanted to do my own thing. A big fuck you to everyone who wants to tell me how to live my life." he growled angrily. Orphy listened quietly and nodded hearing what he said, "I guess we aren't so different..." she starts to be cut off, "but I am still a bastard and criminal or something. That is what you are going to say ain't it?" Droga asks angrily. Orphy shook her head quickly, "No, no..." she says trying to calm him, "I understand. It is tough out here and I've been there myself.. close to it at least."

He gave a sigh and shook his head, " Really... I guess..." he looked at her closely, "really I just want to stop struggling and worrying." he told her, "just drink and relax living easy." Orphy smiled in sympathy, "well.. figured you would want more action than booze and sleeping." she taunts leaning in close. Droga leaned in as well, "maybe I do...." he whispered as their muzzles touched briefly. Orphy found herself breathing hard as this happened finding herself suddenly dizzy with proximity to him and not quite knowing why she was suddenly like this. Even greater was her surprise when he suddenly embraced her maw with his and she opened to embrace his questing tongue. Slowly she melted into the kiss before wit h a start panicked at how quick this had progressed and pulling back grabbed the bottle and hit him over the head

With a clank and sound of breaking glass she dropped the bottle, "oh... shit..." she murmured as Droga slumped over a rising bump on his head, "umm... you ok?" she asked poking him and leaning in to see he was still breathing. She sat down rubbing her muzzle, "I have to stop doing that...." she whispered to herself hoping he wouldn't remember what happened. She groaned and laid out the bed roll before pulling him and falling onto it with him unable to carry so she decided to lay out a spot where she could pull him. She laid back finding herself without the will to push him off her and go to a different room and soon drifted to sleep hugging onto him and questioning why this was the one she was falling for.

The coming of morning was heralded by great pain for Droga leaving him wincing and whimpering at the pain in his head and the lump of bruised scales adorning it. Cursing Orphy's name he attempted to sit up just to fall back and find to his surprise Orphy sharing the bed roll with him in the floor, "what the fuck..." he growled curling up and holding his head. He quite thoroughly regretted drinking with the dragoness next to him and worse yet getting that close to her. Though he should have known it was a bad idea given the violent drunk reputation she had garnered and her usual fierceness. He lay there wondering how things would turn out when she woke and hoping she would forgive him. He didn't think he had it in him to handle her if she started going off on him for something.