The Forgotten 3: Storm's Rising
#3 of The Forgotten
-Lashane finds herself captured by the dragon Sithen. A hint to what her future my hold and her desperation to find her way back to wielding her magic-
At the very edge of the known world, in the mountains of the North, a storm was brewing. The dark black-grey clouds gathered so thickly that even the sun was hidden behind them and the shadows stretched out. It was as if night had come early and the shadows grew longer until the down that nestled just at the base flared with torches and lights behind the windows. Thunder rolled and the air became heavy with the potential of torrential rains and deadly lightening. Yet it held back and hovered on that terrifying edge of letting loose while the towns people sought shelter in their crudely made buildings and lashed their boats to the docks.
Words were whispered in taverns and homes, hushed voices that spoke of the old times, the better times. The mountains had once been the fabled home of the gods. They hadn't held the easy palaces and lands of milk and honey the gods of the South had. This had never been the land of the farmer's that were softened and fattened on the lands. They had been the gods of the warriors and sea farers. They had been the gods that had killed those unfit to survive and honored those that did with trials that would kill lesser men. Their halls had rang with the sound of battle and forges so when the hammer struck to smooth out a new sword thunder would echo through the world.
They spoke of the beast that now lived in the mountains and held it as his own, frightened voices that he wasn't just a dragon. The oldest among them spoke of him as a punishment or gift from the gods. He had been sent down to test them and bid them rise up as they had before they had been conquered. He had come expecting to find powerful warriors ready and eager to set their oars to the ocean and bare their swords and instead had found a cowed people. His rage was great and he would test and slaughter them day after day until they were dead or they found their courage again. It was his roar that brought the thunder and his rage that cast lightening down from the mountains.
A small group of warriors gathered just inside of a barn that was dusty with disuse. Five young, three of middling age and two so ancient they still bore the disgrace of their fingers being mutilated from the last great war The torch flickered nearby as the spoke in hushed tones to one another. The thunder cracked above them as they spoke of the dragon that lived within the mountains. He had been sent to test them and to teach them, and they would rise above it. In the heart of the thunderstorm the first seeds of rebellion were sewn as the youngest pulled a cloth off his shield to reveal the stylized head and body of their messenger. A crude likeness of Sithen's face roared out from the wood as the men's eyes met, each on depicting the same solemn determination. They would answer the call.
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Lashane's anger boiled over until her vision flashed red as she looked over the massive grey beast in front of her. His stomach swollen out with the eggs she had risked not only her reputation, but her life for. The moment her anger ran through her mind, some part of the animal that shared the body with flared to life. Her instincts screamed at her to fly, to flee! They shouted at her to take to the air and escape the monster that stood in front of her. She throttled those instincts down with her own outrage and reared up on her haunches to lash her tail back and forth. All thoughts of magic and her current situation were pushed away by her temper.
She lunged forward with a push of her hind legs, her wings snapped open to balance her attack. Her front legs extended while her short toes curled to extend her claws before she saw the drake twist his head to the side. The large male gave an obvious snort of surprise when she leapt at him and her fore paw slammed into the side of his shoulder. Her wedge shaped muzzle snapped out and she tried to get a hold right on the heavy muscled neck. Her teeth were never made for gripping onto the thick smooth scales of a dragon so she had to curl her talons against his chest plates.
The drake reared backwards under her weight and she had to bring her hind legs up to try and clutch against his stomach. A pair of massive jaws came down towards her neck and she twisted herself to the side to avoid them. The sudden hot rush of breath ran against her while she tried to tuck her jaws down to avoid the teeth from gripping against her neck. Instead of the teeth that she had expected to feel something crackled out from the gaping jaws. The blue-white light exploded from his jaws, they streaked out from tooth to tooth until it crackled near the side of her head. A pair of massive forelegs came up and closed in close against the side of her chest. The larger talons clutched down against her before the electricity crackled out to lash against her emerald scales. She snapped her eyes open wide at the feel of the current flooding through her body.
Sithen's teeth clenched down against her neck until they forced the hard scaled plates in on themselves. The rush of lightning ran through her until she jerked her head back and her paws clenched close. Every muscle tensed and then jerked as wave after wave of the pulsing electricity rolled through her body. Her jaws gaped open wide until her tongue lashed outwards as her heart beat thudded against her throat. For a heart wrenching moment she thought she was about to die, the bursts of electricity tore through her with a growing sense of pain. Even at that thought she felt her eyes rolling back into her skull and her body start to convulse. Her grasp on her consciousness started to slip past her claws even as she twisted her lips back in a silent snarl.
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Sithen felt a surge of surprise and approval when the female launched herself at him. He had forgotten what it was likely to have an enraged female do more than hiss and give threat displays at his presence. A rush of pleasure and anticipation thrilled through him as she closed against him with all the fury of a mountain cat defending her cubs. Her jaws closed down against his neck and he could feel her shorter claws scrabbling to find a hold against his stomach plates. For a moment he simply reared back and felt how she tried to inflict damage on her, he could feel the wash of red fury in her mind. It was as if he were being bathed in it. He savored each drop even as she shifted the grip on his neck to dig the short sharp teeth against the scales just beneath his jugular.
Through it all his girth remained pushed out from its vent with his arousal. The fight in her made him want to fling her down and mate her, but he would wait. He would wait until she was fertile and ready for him. Let her grow to rail against his authority and together their passions would slake a hunger that had been growing for decades. He twisted his head down to protect his neck and opened his jaws almost to wrap around her neck. The storm was growing closer to breaking above them and he wanted her safely tucked away before it unleashed its fury. What a prize he had found, how glorious her form, how intoxicating her outrage. So very like the challenging females he had once savored.
The drake didn't have to force his power to come to the surface. It wasn't something that he had to concentrate on and create with an effort. It was as if he relaxed some place in his mind and his tongue flickered up against the roof of his mouth. The lightning sparked from him and crackled over his jaws in that living rush of energy that made his blood speed up. He struck swiftly against the struggling female so that controlled jolts rushed through her veins. They leapt from eagerly into the other body and he moved his forelegs up to hold her still as she started to writhe and convulse. Her body had never been made to experience the pleasures of lightning mores the pity.
He kept his grip even as her hind legs started to kick out and her head jerked back in a stiff angle. It wasn't until he was sure he had made the muscles dance long enough to exhaust her body did he close down that part of him. It was almost painful trying to contain the lightning that wanted to burst free. It made his chest tight as he compacted the electricity into the small gland that rested right on the roof of his mouth until it almost hurt. The weight of the female dropped against his legs until he was forced to lay her out on the soft grass at his feet while he shook his head. His muzzle still tingled with the after effects of his attack and he licked his tongue along his lips gingerly.
The clouds above him cracked suddenly with a flash of bright lightning that dazzled his eyes and he jerked his head backwards with a muted hiss of surprise. The storm was nearly ready to burst and he still had the unconscious form of the female out in the open. He considered her smaller body for a moment and gave a large leap to land on her side. His hind feet dug into the space just at the wing shoulders and the base of her tail before he spread open his wings. The first stroke of them barely stirred him as he strained towards the sky, his claws bruising and cutting into his prey as he started to power himself into the air.
The skies above began to flash with streaks of lightening and when the thunder erupted he spread his jaws to bugle out his defiance. The weight of the female strained his legs and his wings as they crashed down on either side of his body. His lungs ached trying to carry the heavy burden, but he didn't let her go. He got just high enough to catch enough of an updraft to spread his wings into a glide and center his head towards his caves. He would place her there and then...oh and then he would take care of the female that was just ending her heat. He would slake his lusts on her willing body while thinking of this beauty's fierce nature and what would happen between them. \
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Lashane stirred slowly to the strange sound of soft grunts and hisses, something wet as if someone were splashing through water perhaps. Every inch of her body ached. Parts of her almost felt as if they were burnt, other places felt sore as if she had sprained her muzzles. Had her horse tossed her? Had she just taken a bad tumble? She let out a groan as she tried to move and felt her muscles tighten so painfully that she opened her lips to cry out. The animalistic bugle that spilled out of her startled her back into a strange sort of reality as her. She wasn't in her body, she'd done the spell and claimed the dragons. She remembered that much at least. She'd been able to complete the spell, but her body wasn't left to the side. It had been absorbed by the beast.
The mage lifted her head with a force of will as she felt the dull throb in her skull and opened her eyes to try and figure out what was going on. Everything seemed blurred and strangely unfocused. The flash of light could be seen nearby and the hot rain laden winds told of a storm that was raging, she could feel stone beneath her paws and her stomach, and something moving just ahead and to one side of her. She shook her head a little more, trying to recall what had happened. The drake, that damned unholy dragon had come. He'd....done things to her. A vivid image of his wide spread jaws and the egg rolling down his throat sharpened her mind with a wash of despair and anger.
She focused her eyes and opened her lips, but the snarl died before it could even be started. Her eyes opened to a sight that sent a rush of shock down her spine. There not more then five feet from her another ocean dragon was sprawled on her chest and legs. Her hind legs were pushed into the air while her front legs spread to either side of her. The females face was a mask of pain and pleasure as the jaws gaped open and the features seemed twisted. Upon her back was the drake from her nightmares. The wings partially spread the eyes swirled with colors of red and orange were locked on her body as he saw her awaken.
The dark grey male was gripping against her waist as he gave a lewd grunt and rolled his hips forward. Leshane wanted to look away, she didn't want to see what he was doing. Yet the female cried out a noise of what sounded like pain and she watched inch by inch of dark black shaft driving into the strained vent. Thick drops of wetness rolled from the passage and then the beast was yanking backwards. The mage could see the ridges that ran beneath him and the medial knot plucking against the soft edges of the vent as the male doubled his movements and let out harsh lewd animalistic noises. He moved his hind leg forward for all the world as if he were flaunting what he was doing with the female and more disturbingly his eyes never ventured away from her.
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Sithen had managed to pull the dragoness into his cave by strength of will alone. He was exhausted by the time he had shoved her back towards the rear of the cave and his wings trembled with weakness. Curiously the pair of gravid females hissed and scrambled back away from the stranger and he sniffed slightly. There was nothing he could tell that outwardly made her seem any different. What had they noticed that he had not? His curiosity had been short lived in the person of the young dragoness huddled just against the edge of the cage. She'd matured over the last years into a fine young adult with sleek lines and slightly larger in form then her mother had been.
He arched his neck and gave a knowing croon towards her as the bluish female had tried to scramble back. She'd been the object of his latest attempts at breeding more of his kind. One of the first of his children to hatch and before the female he had found, the most promising. He hadn't given her a chance to bolt away from his attention. She may have been aching and sore from the last week, but he would still take her. He wouldn't lose his chance to ensure she was well seeded and his blood was pumping faster after dealing with his newest female. When she turned he'd caught her with his jaws snapping right at her tail to hear her let out a muted screech.
The young adults body betrayed her, no matter how sore she was, no matter how much she dreaded the foreign feel of the barbs raking through her. The moment the hot breath had brushed against her under tail she had lifted it upwards into the air and felt her sires tongue dragging along her vent slowly. He scooped up the wetness that had formed there and abraded her achingly swollen folds until she dropped her fore quarters down against the ground in submission and muted a soft whimper. Her hopes of being gently taken splashed away the moment the males teeth closed on her tail and gave a rough nip so that she had to force her hips higher.
His body had covered and dwarfed her own and his claws latched around her belly as he mounted her. She'd struggled and cried out the moment his tip had probed her abused folds and started to dig in against them, forcing them to spread open. They were so sore it almost burned as the thick drops of precum drooled inside of her before he gave a sharp lunge. Her ear shattering squeal echoed around the cave as the large drake sank inch after steady inch into her body. The thick globs of precum splattered out and were rubbed along her inner walls as she felt the barbs flare out to catch her silken walls.
Sithen cared little for her willingness, cared for nothing but easing the ache in his loins as he drove himself in all the way to the hilt. A slow drool of wetness running around him in a mixture of her heated arousal and his own precum before he pulled backwards. The short hard strokes forced her to make room for him as his girth shoved the soft muscled walls open. He didn't stop until he'd driven himself all the way against her cervix and started to peel it open. A rush of pleasure ran over him as he felt his own earlier seed spilling free. The female hissed and let out little noises as she submitted to his attention despite how sore she must by now. Her kind had never been designed to take him.
His eyes though were only for the limp form of the female he had drug home. His mind alive with images of old lovers who had had ensnared and fought against. That final glorious rush as she gave into him only to attack and drive him away when he was done. A challenge forever. When she awoke he started to thrust faster inside the young female. She twisted beneath him as his clapped his scaled hips up against hers and ground his vent up against her swollen folds. His thicker base peeled her walls open wide before yanking free. He shifted his stance and arched his neck as the new female watched him, let her see what he had in store for her.
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Lashane's cheeks burned beneath her scales. Her mind tried to tell her body to blush despite the fact she couldn't in this form. The very sight of the animal rutting so casually in front of her should have made her look away, but she found she couldn't. The female didn't seem to enjoy the attentions fully. As she watched the wings came up and she twisted her back in an arch as the drake slammed himself forward hard enough she heard the lewd squelching noise of wetness being forced out to dribble down towards the floor where she could see a growing dark stain from their mating. She recoiled backwards until she felt the brush of the wall.
To her shock she wasn't alone with the pair, another set of females were at the other side of the cave. They didn't seem to be paying any attention to the mating pair. Instead their eyes were locked on her with a distrustful air. One of them spread her jaws to let out a threatening hiss and fluttered her wings out. Did they know? Did they guess she was a human in a dragon's body? Or did they simple distrust any females outside of their group. She didn't know enough about dragons to even hazard a guess. Her momentary distraction was taken away with a low growling moan that came from the male and a shriek from the female.
She'd seen animals mate in the wild, from everything from horses to dogs to cats, but this wasn't anything that could compare to it. The female was in obvious pain as she watched in horror the base thicken to almost double in size and start to force its way into that too small channel. The blue-green dragoness clawed at the ground and piteously called out as her hind legs bowed open to try and make room for the male. The outer lips thinned down and reddened before there was a lewd popping noise when the knot found it's purchase and sank into her body. The scream echoed around the walls and made her leap backwards.
The mage stared at the dragoness who writhed and contorted beneath the grey weight. Cats often seemed to be in pain, but there was also quite a bit of pleasure involved as well. This seemed almost perverse and wrong as the female shuddered and dropped down onto the ground. Her hips were held up by the bulge of the drake's knot where it had sank into her. Even as she watched she saw the vein bulge and pulse. She swallowed as she realized the male was filling his 'mate' with his seed, each pulse was echoed in a slight tremor that ran along the blue-green female's body as she reacted to it. Though by this point she seemed half dazed by her ordeal. The way the male stared at her, the long lustful glance made her stomach tense up in fear. This wasn't going to be her fate...
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Sithen felt the walls contract around his shaft as he tried to force his base knot into her body. A rush of frustration ran through him as he felt the slippery silken walls try to keep him out. As it had happened with all these small females, they couldn't take him easily. He snarled and battered at her cervix roughly. Each sharp jab hit against the opening he had penetrated time and again in the last week so that he could feel his daughter arching and twisting under him. Her screeches were gaining pitch as his scoop shaped tip forced itself right up against her cervix and tried to start to peel it open. The rubbery channel clenched around him even as he started to edge himself deeper.
The female was in a torment of lust and pain. Her body wanted this, her body needed this, she knew that she needed a male. Yet the male that had found her was not one of her species, despite having been her sire. His shaft was shaped wrong for her body. It was like fitting a square into a hole meant for a circle. No, not fitting, forcing it in! Her cervix ached and her stomached cramped as he forced the last few inches into her and she tried to contract her walls to keep him out. The base made her outer lips ache and then burn in pain as the knot battered and squeezed its way into her young form.
In the end she lost as she had countless times in the last week. Since he had first taken her virginity. His base knot shoved into her with a blinding feel of pain and pressure while the barbed tip erupted into her very egg chamber. She screamed out in pain as the knots started to swell open and forced her to squeeze tightly around them. Her walls pulsed and clenched, the movements pulling him deeper as the thick hot gouts of cum started to well up from the base and splatter into her fertile womb. She dropped her head down with a muted groan as the jerking pulses kept flooding her with heavy globs of the stuff.
Sithen ravaged the female with more pleasure then he had had in the past week, all due to the sight of the new female glaring at him from the back of the cave. Her eyes flashed with contained rage, not just fear, but rage! How she would fight, how she would rage against what he planned on doing to her. How she would come to love it. He let out a groan as his back arched and he felt the incredible heat tighten around his base before his stomach tensed up. His eyes locked on the new female as he forced up the first sperm rich rope of his seed to erupt into his daughter's stomach. The pulses flooded her virile womb and overrunning the eggs that were awaiting them.
He saw her move to the side as if ready to make an escape and with amusement watched the largest of his females leap forward with an aggressive hiss. He curled his lips back and pushed his forepaw down on the center of the young female's back so he could rear back without pulling free from her. A flicker of lightening ran along the tip of his tongue as he growled his warning and watched the new one move back again. She settled on her haunches and glared at him before staring out towards the outside world. The rain battered against the edge of his home and the thunder echoed around the cavern that now reeked of mating dragons.
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Lashane hissed right back at the female, but as the male's muzzle showed an eerie flicker of electricity she settled back again. Her mind provided her with vivid memories of just what that current of electricity had done to her earlier. She raged against her own captivity as the male shifted and seemed to flaunt the tie he had with the young female. The used dragoness hissed a little as he moved and she saw a sliver of black flesh peeking from her gorged sex as he still pulsed. Her eyes flickered over two the other females in the cave thoughtfully.
Neither of them were as large as she was, in fact they were at least two hands shorter then her at the shoulders. What caught her eye was the fact both sported swollen stomachs. One of the females was heavily gravid, the skin drawn taut over her scales and she easily looked as pregnant as the one who's body she'd stolen. The second was only just showing and she realized that this monster had been breeding them. He wasn't even their breed, but he'd obviously been successful at copulating with them. She swallowed as she remembered the tongue that had shoved into her body and pulled the eggs free from her. Why else would he want her free from eggs?
The mage wasn't going to find out what he had in store for her. It was enough that she saw what he'd done to the female beneath him. The screams and obvious pain the creature went through were enough to make her vow never to be in that position. She still had magic though, she still had that. If she could just put the beasts into a trance she could use this animal's body to glide away from the cave and make it to the town. For now her dreams of riches and success could take second place to dreams of escaping this nightmare. There was no way in the nine hells that she was going to end her life as some sort of brood animal for a monster!
She settled down on her belly and watched the pair of females slowly lower their threat display when she stopped trying to make her way towards the exit of the cave. She kept one eye on them just in case though, the last thing she needed was for one of them to attempt a fight for dominance. The last thing she wanted was to end up being attacked. The male at least seemed well occupied with laying over his female until she was almost completely out of view. His neck was arched and flashes of liquid gold and silver ran over the orbs as he seemed almost smug or at the very least proud of himself. She drew in a breath and started to mentally weave the spell she wanted.
Lashane wasn't a novice, she knew what she was doing when it came to magic, she had left her class at the very head. She worked the wording of the spell so that it would send the beasts into sleep for a full day and night. The magic would ensure they'd sleep until they were allowed to wake. The sound of thunder or movement wouldn't stir them. That would give her enough time to get out of the mountains and to the town. She drew in a breath and let it out before she tried to reach for her power to weave through the words and her intent. When she reached inside herself she found it....missing. Her eyes widened and she mentally groped for the part of her she had always had. The part of her that gave her the ability to use magic and give it wings.
She fumbled and felt for it, but all she found in its place a raging presence. The wild female dragon's mind was bound just beneath her own, lodged where she once been able to tap into her magic. The mind snarled at her and she had a vision of fangs and glittering enraged eyes when she brushed over the presence. She pulled back with a lurch of fear before she started to feel around her own mind. She looked inside of herself before she realized that somewhere under that feral mind lurked her ability to use magic. Each time she came close she felt the mental swipe of claws drove her backwards and forced her back into her own mind.
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The eldest of the dragons watched the new female warily, her side pressed against the less gravid weight of the other female. Her strange ice blue eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the new female shift and move awkwardly around the cave. Something was not right with that creature. Something that made her want to snarl and drive the beast off before she could infect or harm their little ones. Even her fellow female, Diver, seemed to know something was wrong and she wasn't especially bright. The moment the girl tried to move she hissed and displayed a warning to send her back against the wall.
Ice's eyes moved towards the male that had pinned down the young one and watched his heavy fore paw push against her haunch before he pulled free with a wet sound. The youngster gave a final hissing cry of pain as the barbs dragged out from her and a thick strand of cum connected them before the beast moved back. She looked over Sithen with a mingling of pride and fear. He was a magnificent male in every way she could imagine. A savage protector, a firm mate, and a lustful creature that made the males of her own species seem timid at best. She youngster let out a low noise to which the elder female crooned a soft soothing note.
The child would soon realize that this was her place. The smaller dragoness came in to huddle against her side still shivering and smelling richly of the dragon's musk. The scent of her heat had almost entirely faded, in another day or so it'd be gone entirely. The drake looked at them briefly before his eyes latched onto his newest prize as it had before. She bristled that he would so easily be swayed by the strange creature. Couldn't he sense that something was not right with her? That the beast was wrong? Even as she watched the emerald dragoness started to shake her head back and forth roughly as if trying to rid herself of an itch.
The eldest female settled down gingerly on her swollen belly and let out a soft breathy sigh. For the last ten years she'd been Sithen's mate. Ten years ago she had come up from the ocean and found herself in the grip of a grey body and rainbow eyes. He'd taken her in the skies even as she protested. She'd never seen his like, but her instincts had screamed at her to escape and flee. That he would kill her if he could catch her. Yet he hadn't done more than wrap around her and mated her hard and deep while in the skies. She had been left in a state of confusion at her capture, left wondering what he wanted and what he was going to do to her.
He wasn't her species, she knew that. His build, size and color were all wrong. But he kept leaving the cave to bring back more of her kind to draw into her harem. She vaguely remembered her old mate challenging him and meeting him in combat above the oceans. The viciousness with which the storm dragon had defeated his opponent had left her stunned. Yet here he kept her and her 'sisters' and still she didn't know what he wanted from them. She licked the youngest of them lightly while she huddled and fitfully started to sleep. It wasn't so bad, not after a few clutches, you grew used to the strange dragon's shaft and rough passions. She'd learn soon enough.
Ice's gave shifted once more towards the strange female dragon and she moved so she could feel her heavily gravid belly shifting against the ground. It was so swollen that she could barely take to the air let alone make it to the sea. Sithen's eggs seemed far larger than any of her own kind had experienced. Her eyes looked over the sleek form and the slight look scales along the hips. The female had either recently laid eggs or lost them. The scent of her wasn't in heat, she would be a useless addition to the small family group here. Useless at least until she went into season again, and until then they'd be responsible for bringing her back fish to heat doubling their work load. A small memory started to creep into her mind, an ancestral knowledge of how flights of dragons had shared their burdens equally.
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Lashane watched Sithen move to the front of the cave and stretch himself out his full length. His eyes seemed to watch her as he made a show of stretching with his belly facing her giving her a view of the dark shaft being drawn into his vent. It was still slick and slippery as the inches pulled backwards, a pearly drop of cum clung right against the tip. She turned her head to the side in disgust so that she was facing the wall as she stretched out on her stomach. She heard a noise almost like hissing laughter before the dragging of scales turned her head again to watch the beast slip out of the cave and into the storm itself. The pounding rains helped hide his form, though she could make out the arch of his back and the sweep of his tail.
The mage tried again to locate the place inside of her that she knew would let her work magic again, her mind sank deep into her body. A blur of mental claws and fangs drove her back as the ensnared mind of the female dragon drove her back again. She could almost feel the teeth sinking in places nothing should ever touch so that she shuddered all over. The storm's thunder echoed around the cave and she started to consider her prison. The walls were well worn with what looked like the grinding of scales, the ground held claw grooves in it and the entire place had the reek of reptile about it. The back of the cave had a fresh breeze that blew through it, but even a glance showed it was so small she'd have to be human to crawl through.
How could she regain her form while the female dragon hunkered in her mind like a beast ready to kill her? The feel of it made her want to shrink away and close off that portion of her mind entirely. She could feel the pulsing waves of fear and hatred that spilled off that presence, the raw fury at being bound away from her body. Where was her body? She'd watched the dragon's form draw it into the bulk of her body, but she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel anything strange or foreign to the dragon's powerful form. Had it been lost? She flexed her claws down against the ground as she tried not to give into the urge to start to cry. Was this the reason this magic was forbidden?
It wasn't her fault! It was the fault of the narrow minded views of her fellow Mages. Had they simply allowed the spell and it effects be fully published and available she would have known what was going to happen. She would have known how to free herself from this situation! Instead she was stuck and locked in tight until she could puzzle her way out on her own. She let a low growl spill past her lips in frustration and was shocked to hear an answering aggressive hiss come from across the cave. Her head twisted to the side and her eyes widened slightly to see the largest female standing up, the ice blue eyes locked on her as the wings went up aggressively. Now what? Battles for dominance?
The female edged closer and let out another hiss as the wings pulled up to almost meet in the middle of her back. The pale blue eyes seemed to harden as she looked over Lashane and she forced herself onto all fours. She didn't need this, not now. She opened her jaws and let out a low growl of her own and took a step forward expecting the female to back away. Instead the second female stood up and mimicked the older ones threat. The pair of them stood shoulder to shoulder and started to edge towards her. The movements were stiff legged and jerky. It vaguely reminded her of aggressive dogs she'd seen in the past. What did they want?
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The rain pelted Sithen's sides hard enough that he could feel it even past his thick scaled hide. He didn't shy away from it, instead he reveled in the feel of it sliding along them and flattening the thick mane of fur that ran the length of his neck and head. He curled his tail around in front of him so that spikes brushed against his forelegs as he stared out into mountains. Each flash of lightening showed them and like a blow to his heart he saw the empty caves that should have been full. That had once been full of his people, his children, his parents. They were as empty as cracked and broken eggs. Bitterness welled in his throat despite the afterglow he had felt at mating the young female.
The drake was supposed to be surrounded in these mountains by many of his kinds. A storm such as this would have roused every male of mating age to take flight so they could flaunt themselves for the females. The ledges should have held available young females staring up to watch and judge those that challenged themselves. There would have been great aerial displays that flirted with winds and called lightning to their bodies to illuminate their forms. Often it would lead in a few of the younger males injured or even dead, but that was the price one paid to dance within the storms heart. He closed his eyes and could almost see a pair riding the storm together as a female found one of her choosing. A violent and glorious display of mating and lust combined with the storm. He opened his eyes again and let out a sigh for days that had left him, days that might never return again.
He looked back into his cave to see the oldest female advancing on his newest acquisition. The heavily gravid body moved with almost grace as the wings flared open and she moved to challenge the other female. He licked his lips and hissed softly to himself as he realized her intention. He could see it in the way she held her tail and the set of her legs. The sight chased away some measure of his bitterness and he turned back towards the storm. He never could stand the squabble of the females for position in a harem. Let the girl find her place, when she came into heat she'd find it again when he claimed her. For now the storm was growing stronger and he could dimly smell the smoke of the village.
He stood up and spread his wings out towards the raging winds of the storm before he gathered his legs beneath him and leaped up into the air. His stomach snarled with hunger and it was time to once more remind those two legged beasts that he was master of this mountain, not them. The storm attacked his wings and battered his body as he launched himself higher and higher into it. It tried to slam him from its skies violently but he knew these winds, knew these skies. He slipped from thermal to thermal as the rain rushed over his body. A fall down was accompanied by a sudden sweep higher into the clouds that wrapped around him.
The drake ran through the clouds until they caressed and stroked over him. They rubbed along his belly and ran along his shoulders and back. The hot scent of rain and lightning both made his heart speed up. Despite his bitterness, despite his fear and anger at being the last of his kind, a fierce joy welled up in his chest. This was life, this was what it meant to be a storm dragon. The elements themselves bathed over him and washed away some of his dark mood. They tickled and teased, they slammed against him and rubbed as softly as a lover. He tossed back his head and let loose a cry as he relaxed the hold he had on his power. A crackle of lightning spilled out of his mouth and ran into one of the cloud banks in a flash of blue-white. The bolt chased from cloud to cloud before the thunder vibrated around him and he twisted his way through the storm. This was what he was meant to be, this was what would be again!
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