shylarah
Rose Hathaway
He grinned as she made certain insinuations, though he made no further comments, deciding to let their conversation move forward. As he took the bag from her and slung it around his broad shoulders, she began to answer his question about what she did for a living, revealing she was an archaeologist. He could see the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke about ruins from before the Death of Magic, it was obvious to him that this subject was a favored one, and it was likely she could talk his horns off all day about her various adventures. However her tone turned somber, and he immediately picked up she wished not to speak about what happened, nor would he press her for information. her instant change in attitude brought a smile to his face, and even a grin when she made yet another insinuation. He noticed this time that she had glanced at his wings, it seemed she was fascinated with them; of course, how could she not be? They weren't the kind you would typically find on any dragon, or even a Dragonkin, his were unique only to him and his father. He hadn't expected to feel her tail touch his own, though he made no attempt to move it away, the sensation of them touching having a somewhat calming effect on him.
Her questions came at him quickly, though he was not surprised to hear any of them, "I wanted to ask you about the mountains, you had sounded like you knew them pretty well earlier. I was wondering if you had any contacts who would be interested in hiring a mercenary like me for a job involving what's going on up there? I guess that kind of answers another of your questions, I'm not just looking to be a bodyguard; I mean, I can do...other things." he gave her a smirk, a somewhat playful gleam in his eye. He was comfortable enough with her to be a little more forward, however the playfulness soon vanished when he went to answer her final question. He remained silent for a long while, almost as if he was debating with himself on whether he could trust something like his past with her or not. His tail flicked of it's own accord, brushing against her own once more, their warm scales touching again. He sighed, "The sword is more than just a weapon I use for my job, Drachiathoryx." he spoke, coming to a stop. He looked at the sky, "It belonged to someone very important to me, someone I loved very much when I was a child." he paused for a moment, a small smile forming as he recalled a happy memory. He finally looked at her, "You know how the majority of us are born out of desire, rape, or some other common form of impregnation? My birth was...different. I knew both my parents, they were the rare couple that actually fell in love with each other. I was born from that love, and they raised me; my father taught me what he knew about Dragons, while my mother tried to instill some humanity in me." he started.
"I grew up pretty well, considering what I was. I had friends, people I trusted, and even a few contacts for my possible future job. Things were supposed to go as planned, I would enter the arena and become a Gladiator, then make a name for myself. But that all shattered in a single moment. I'm sure you've heard the story of Dragonsteel, yes? How she had been killed in an accident? Well, Dragonsteel was my mother. I witnessed her death that day..." he paused, looking away from her. He decided he didn't want to talk about it anymore, it was still far too painful for him. He was silent for awhile, starting to walk with her once again, reflecting on what he had told her so far. "I know what it's like to be lonely, more than anyone else in the world." he finally spoke again. "Earlier tonight, when I bolted, there was a reason for it. I didn't want you to get close, to understand me, and even now...I don't want you to see the real me. But there's just something about you, Drachiathoryx, that I can't put my finger on. Something about you that makes me want to trust you, to open myself up and let you know what it is I hide from the world. I'm sure other Dragonkin would say it's love, but I would disagree with them. Perhaps it's familiarity? I don't really know. But I've already told you things about my past that I haven't shared with anyone else. So who knows what the future has in store for the both of us, as I sure the hell don't." he finished. His wings had unfolded completely now and hung loosely behind him, somehow she had managed to bring down his guard enough that he didn't need to fear her trying something, she had earned his trust to a degree.
Her questions came at him quickly, though he was not surprised to hear any of them, "I wanted to ask you about the mountains, you had sounded like you knew them pretty well earlier. I was wondering if you had any contacts who would be interested in hiring a mercenary like me for a job involving what's going on up there? I guess that kind of answers another of your questions, I'm not just looking to be a bodyguard; I mean, I can do...other things." he gave her a smirk, a somewhat playful gleam in his eye. He was comfortable enough with her to be a little more forward, however the playfulness soon vanished when he went to answer her final question. He remained silent for a long while, almost as if he was debating with himself on whether he could trust something like his past with her or not. His tail flicked of it's own accord, brushing against her own once more, their warm scales touching again. He sighed, "The sword is more than just a weapon I use for my job, Drachiathoryx." he spoke, coming to a stop. He looked at the sky, "It belonged to someone very important to me, someone I loved very much when I was a child." he paused for a moment, a small smile forming as he recalled a happy memory. He finally looked at her, "You know how the majority of us are born out of desire, rape, or some other common form of impregnation? My birth was...different. I knew both my parents, they were the rare couple that actually fell in love with each other. I was born from that love, and they raised me; my father taught me what he knew about Dragons, while my mother tried to instill some humanity in me." he started.
"I grew up pretty well, considering what I was. I had friends, people I trusted, and even a few contacts for my possible future job. Things were supposed to go as planned, I would enter the arena and become a Gladiator, then make a name for myself. But that all shattered in a single moment. I'm sure you've heard the story of Dragonsteel, yes? How she had been killed in an accident? Well, Dragonsteel was my mother. I witnessed her death that day..." he paused, looking away from her. He decided he didn't want to talk about it anymore, it was still far too painful for him. He was silent for awhile, starting to walk with her once again, reflecting on what he had told her so far. "I know what it's like to be lonely, more than anyone else in the world." he finally spoke again. "Earlier tonight, when I bolted, there was a reason for it. I didn't want you to get close, to understand me, and even now...I don't want you to see the real me. But there's just something about you, Drachiathoryx, that I can't put my finger on. Something about you that makes me want to trust you, to open myself up and let you know what it is I hide from the world. I'm sure other Dragonkin would say it's love, but I would disagree with them. Perhaps it's familiarity? I don't really know. But I've already told you things about my past that I haven't shared with anyone else. So who knows what the future has in store for the both of us, as I sure the hell don't." he finished. His wings had unfolded completely now and hung loosely behind him, somehow she had managed to bring down his guard enough that he didn't need to fear her trying something, she had earned his trust to a degree.
