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Hidden Desires part 1: Arrival

Pinebosom valley had changed during the months Istaryl and his mate Karyl spent hunting down the cobalt rhino without any success. Naked, his head and shoulders slumped in disgrace for returning home without the promised victory, the drake took his first uncertain step upon the dusty road that led into Pinebosom valley. Its winding shape shielded the Stillpine village nestled at the bottom of the valley, putting a veil of firs and spruces and pines between Istaryl and his home.

Home. A thought that had warmed him in the past now made Istaryl's stomach clench from the wave of apprehension that hit him, his tail rocking from side to side, his short and feeble steps reflecting his uncertainty to return home a mere scout. That was how everyone would see him; how everyone would treat him from now on.

As a lowly, naked scout forbidden to wear even a strap of cloth tied around his arm. Within Stillpine boundaries, clothes did more than reflect one's status. They empowered the wearer, gave him a sense of purpose, demanded respect from those too young, too shy, or too cowardly to take up quests that would bestow such rare rewards upon them. Stillpine fed everybody, from hatchling to elder, but they only donned their precious few clothes upon those who helped the tribe grow through astonishing feats.

Although he saw no signs of the village through the verdant curtain sprawling ahead, Istaryl smelled the crisp scent of freshly cut wood drifting upon the wind. He heard the muffled sounds of the jagged blades, hewing away at the trees, making room for other burrows while using the fallen trees to build them. The Stillpine tribe prided itself with its efficacy, with their knack to put every scrap, twig, bone, and leaf to purpose.

If only Istaryl inherited this most useful and common of traits...

He only had but notice the fleeting gaze of a wandering drake to remember that he had, indeed, failed his task, that he returned home naked like a hatchling, possessing the courage and skill of one while being ten times older. Ahead, the road straightened, the woods thinning to reveal the Stillpine village in all of its glory.

On either side of Istaryl, villagers chopped, portioned, and hauled away logs, bundles of branches, or whole trees, the carts filling all of the available pathways that the village elder built for this very purpose. Dirt gave way to cobbles under Istaryl's feet. Actual stone! For a moment, the drake paused, curling his toes to drag his claws along it, to stomp it, make sure it was real.

"The Elder will use the roads as an official gesture of unification between the Stillpine and Duskhollow," a wandering hunter said, scratching the neck of his emerald tiger companion. "The timing couldn't be better for you, scout. It's a second opportunity at climbing through the ranks. Make sure to sign up. They're looking for traders, scouts, trappers, ambassadors."

Istaryl nodded, even though the drake was already several steps behind him by now. Other villagers, his kin, didn't even bother addressing him. One quick glimpse of his bare form gave them the answers they were looking for, and that was enough knowledge for them.

Rather than dwell on it, Istaryl breathed in the pleasant scent of home and looked around. So many burrows! Other drakes from distant tribes had different names for them, but to the Stillpine, a burrow always meant that dome-shaped dwelling, built of several layers of twigs and branches, in which every drake had crawled in at some point in their lives. Their size varied according to the available resources, which made for an impressive array of burrows, some of them so small Istaryl wondered if drakes actually lived in them.

Why did so many initiates choose the Stillpine as their new home? More importantly, where did they come from? The thought of foreign drakes seeking to rise within the ranks of the Stillpine used to excite Istaryl. Foreigners had delightful stories to share, exotic magic, wondrous abilities that helped shape the village into what it was today. Right now, however, the red drake shuddered at the sight of the burrows, at their vast numbers, at the picture of the leather clad drakes, big and imposing.

I won't even be a scout to them. They have more than enough scouts, he thought, mincing his brain, searching for the possibility to request a different job, one that better reflected his skillset.

The constant chopping sounds broke his concentration, as did the various drakes milling around, animal companions walking at their sides. A wolf poked his wet, cold nose at Istaryl's slit, huffing and whimpering, making his owner grin and bow his head in apology. Istaryl would have eased the drake's concerns if his body didn't freeze against his will. After what Karyl had put him through, he believed shyness deserted him, but his heart thundered just as hard, and his cheeks still turned a deeper shade of crimson.

To distract himself, Istaryl looked ahead, towards the dwellings built of logs set in a cylindrical shape, a webbing of twigs providing the roof, the leaves making for great thatch. Not everybody enjoyed the limited space these dwellings offered. As such, each dwelling past the ones built of raw logs grew in size and complexity, ending with the Grand Lodge, house of the village elder, a two story house built of stone at the base and wood towards the top. Some things did change within Stillpine, but they still hadn't figured out a way to build a stone roof.

Exhausted, irritated, and feeling more than a little cowardly in the wake of his discoveries, Istaryl made for the inn, the second largest building in the village. Laughter and good will always poured past its broad windows, along with several savory aromas that made Istaryl's stomach grumble.

Inside, everything remained the way Istaryl remembered it. Tallow candles illuminated the square shaped, pinewood tables, along with the faces of the dragons huddled around them, slurping their ale, eating their food, or playing dice games. Further in the back was a group, all growls and laughter, some of their tails curled around their stools to keep them from rocking too hard.

Istaryl licked his snout in attempt to wash away his apprehension, the numerous strangers making his senses tingle.

One of them, however, was always, and forever would be, a friendly face. Undrethyl, an albino drake he knew better than he liked to, handed mugs, tankards and bowls of food to the few apprentices he had taken in his care, pointing them towards the right tables.

"Still a pragmatic at heart. Your abilities to entertain your patrons are to be commended," Istaryl said to him, eying the dark blue-green drake slumped over the edge of the counter, jaw rested atop his crossed arms, snoring audibly.

"I'm not here to entertain them. I'm here to feed them. If they seek amusement, they better share stories among themselves." He grabbed a piece of cloth to wipe his counter, his gaze lingering on Istaryl. "You look like you have a story to tell as well."

"Not the sort that needs to be shared."

"Istaryl, my only guest is already asleep, and I'm sorting out the inventory instead of pursuing a mate. I'm the incarnation of boredom," the innkeep replied with his deep, jovial voice, perking his orange tipped crest a tad as his eyes drifted towards Istaryl's sex. "So, what happened to your loin coverings? Left them dangling up a tree by the river? Forest predators undressed you in your sleep? Or perhaps you've met one of them mates who bite your coverings to shreds before feasting on your slit."

A hum of delight rumbled within his throat, marking this as the most awkward moment Istaryl had ever gone through. The drake's ears flattened along his skull, one of his fingers scratching idly at the back of his neck. Thoughts of the intimacy he had shared with Karyl flooded his mind, his temples beginning to pound under the pressure of the lies he strove to conceive.

"Nothing. That is what happened. I returned, Undrethyl, because I have done absolutely nothing while away," Istaryl said to the tilted head of the innkeeper.

"There is always something to be done, Istaryl. If memory serves, Karyl accompanied you in your quest." He began drumming his claws on the counter, holding Istaryl's gaze, intent on getting to the bottom of this.

Istaryl shrugged his shoulders. "That makes two scouts with no magic, no capabilities, and absolutely no idea on how to pick ourselves back up. My heart soars with joy to see you again, Undrethyl, but don't drag Karyl into this. I failed him, just as I have failed myself."

"Pah," Undrethyl scoffed in derision, waving a hand dismissively. "You talk as if you're a unique leaf drifting in the wind without aim or goal. I'm an innkeeper, Istaryl. I see bare drakes like you every passing day. They come in sour, and they leave beaming. Know why?"

Istaryl perked his ears. "Because of your perverted tales?"

"No, my impressionable youngling. Drinks first, and then perverted tales. It's the order of things that matters in life, rrrr?"

Istaryl shook his head at the innkeep's suggestive look, afraid of his silver tongue. "I'm here for neither. Just passing through on my way to Quest Assignment. Hunter I met earlier told me of several opportunities that I may be interested in."

"Ahha," Undrethyl said with a slow, elaborate nod. "Which means you're still inexperienced and available in every way that I'm not."

Istaryl's throat clenched. His inside lurched, and his toes curled, scratching at the wooden floorboards.

"Y--yes, I'm...free to pursue certain activities," he responded with soft, shaky words, unable--unwilling--to further taint Karyl's name by adding salt to the wound. If it wasn't for him, his mate would have given everything to see the quest completed, but nooo! Istaryl, having been introduced to the boundless realm of pleasure, had to keep his mind off it. He had to tempt him, mellow his fire down, waste his energy on frolic and lovemaking rather than channel it towards the hunt. This guilt had manifested itself on their way back to Stillpine valley, and now, it forced him to lie to a good friend in order to preserve what little decency he had left.

A fire flared to life within Undrethyl's vermilion eyes. He signaled a reluctant Istaryl forward, settled him on a stool, slid a mug of forest cider his way, and then leaned over the counter to whisper, "Speaking of pursuits, I've a gift for you, ripe for the taking."

Why the secrecy? Istaryl's gaze switched to the mug of cider, then back to Undrethyl. "Thank you. I'll find a way to repay you. I--"

"Not the drink, silly. Him." His eyes swerved to the side, towards the sleeping drake clad in a tanned leather vest with a white, furred neckline, its thickness and length suggesting albino direwolf, one of the several species of predators that provided the objective for the trial Istaryl and his mate had failed.

Istaryl cupped the mug in his palms, looked around, pretending to have missed Undrethyl's point. "Scarce inventory. Many customers these days, I take it? I saw the new burrows erected at the fringes of the village. What did they bring over from their travels?"

Undrethyl opened his mouth to say something, but one of the little apprentices, a gleeful brown and white female, dashed out of the kitchen, placing a bowl of steaming noodle surprise right in front of Istaryl.

"Here! Three more coming!" She said with a cute, squeaky voice.

"Make that four. This goes to my friend over here." He pushed the bowl towards Istaryl, summoning a wooden spoon from under the counter and sliding it into the bowl. "Eat. Drink your cider. You're always deaf or cowardly on an empty stomach. We'll talk in a couple of minutes."

That said, Undrethyl poured several drinks into various tankards, placed them on a stone tray, donned a charming smile and went to visit the cheerful, foreign drakes.

Left with nothing better to do aside from tapping his foot frantically, Istaryl tucked into the meal, chewing on the gummy flesh of whatever Undrethyl had put into the food. It wouldn't have been much of a surprise if the whole village knew the ingredients, and for some reason, its taste varied. Right now, it had a spicy tang to it, the bits of meat succulent, the noodles plump and soft. Istaryl wolfed his meal down, sliding a glance or two towards the sleeping drake, his heart skipping a beat every time he did. Three darker stripes adorned his shoulders, and a pair of white spots stood above his eyes, giving him quite the cute appearance. His belly must have been white as well, for the same color coated the underside of his flaccid tail and lower jaw.

How had such a wee little creature managed to bring down an albino direwolf? His arms were thinner than Istaryl's, his build lithe, his facial features soft, akin to those of a female.

He had aid, Istaryl thought while sipping away at his cider. His group had at least a spellcaster in it, and sleepyhead over there came up with a smart plan to separate the quarry from its pack.

If he had hunted the direwolf with a group, why wasn't he with them, celebrating, just like the drakes in the back did?

"I see you're starting to consider my offer, you rascal." Undrethyl sat beside Istaryl, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, pulling him towards him. "Does his fancy collar unnerve you? It shouldn't. He may be a great warrior or runeweaver out there, but sleeping beauty lost the battle against my drinks big time."

"So...you slipped some sleeping powder into his...?"

Undrethyl held Istaryl's gaze for a short, intense, unsettling moment before chuckling and slapping him on the shoulder, hard enough to make it sting.

"Har! Like I had to. Nah," he shook his head. "He refused to eat, so I gave him to drink. Fancy vest makes him a noteworthy drake in the eyes of our people, so I gave him noteworthy treatment. Alas, my part in his welfare is done, so you're up next."

No, no, no. Not this again! Undrethyl casually got up and slipped behind the counter, pointing to the drake, grumbling to his apprentices before making his displeasure with his sleeping patron more vocal, so that more of the patrons could hear his annoyance with the sole occupant of one of the many stools who happened to only stretch along a slim portion of the counter. Calling Undrethyl's behavior an exaggeration would put it mildly, but the harm had already been done.

His apprentices dispersed like arrows fired from a bow, shooting towards various tables, trying to coax somebody into taking the young drake away. Curses! Why did he have to resort to such desperate measures all the time?

"I'll do it," Istaryl said, forcing power into his voice, half-hoping to awake the drake. Much to his chagrin, he just groaned, licked his snout, and made himself even more comfortable on the counter.

"Ah, bless your kindness. Upstairs, first on the right," Undrethyl whispered to Istaryl before continuing with a louder voice. "Thank you, orange one, for doing me this favor. Next one's on the house."

Istaryl's blood sizzled. He had no idea whether he meant the next drake or the next drink, so he shuffled over to the sleepyhead, grabbed him in his arms, grumbled a bit under his breath, and favored his friend one last glance, noticing that crafty smirk on his face that said, "You owe me big time for this."

Istaryl sneaked Undrethyl a smile on the way towards the stairway which suggested, "Don't you worry. It is my pleasure to help" for the sake of appearances. In truth, it wasn't. He already had a mate, along with a precarious position within his community. The last thing Istaryl needed was Undrethyl's elaborate scheme to get him into bed with a total stranger. Kindness, he called it. Istaryl rolled his eyes at his friend's twisted sense of loyalty on the way towards the stairway, stopping at its base to take in a deep breath and accept the reality of his tricky situation.

***END OF PART 1***

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