Fantasy RP I'm not sure that's what the prophecy meant... (FaeWhisperer)

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In a strange world, populated by elves and Dragons, there was a prophecy... It told of a Dragon, subjugating a kingdom, and the elf destined to slay(?) them.
Of course, like all prophecies, it had been forgotten centuries ago, by even the longest lived of the Elves, so when the great beast arrived and began to burn the capital city, none were prepared, the king soon trapped in his palace. The Dragon smashed their way inside, and then... there was an hour of silence, and then the Dragon appeared again, taking flight and heading for the mountains. Then the king emerged, singed and burnt, with a proclamation. Once a decade, the Elves were to make a sacrifice of one attractive young person, whom the Dragon would collect alongside a tribute of golden treasures, in return for their city not being outright destroyed.
The sacrifice was to be a random drawing, of all the potential candidates, each decade another Elf would disappear into the mountains... Sometimes, they would return, apparently not meeting the requirements of the Dragon, but more often than not, they would be gone for good.

This had been occurring for around a century until the King passed away, and the new King found himself drawing names for the sacrifice... names that included his own son. And thus we begin, the King stood, tears in his eyes as he awaits the inevitable... But they had made a choice, that he would equip his son with the best weaponry, the best armour, given the best possible chance that when the Dragon swooped down, he could fight back and possibly even slay the lizard. "My son... I'm sorry it has come to this... But if you succeed today, we'll be able to find all those this damned worm has taken and finally be free of it!"

The Dragon

Also the Dragon?

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Malik, the crowned prince knew this day would come, one way or another. And he accepted it, as his duty. He’d rather have it be him than one of his subjects- at least he knew how to fight. He knew he would be able to get the upper hand, no matter what.

But as his father fit him with the best elven weaponry they had, something felt wrong to the young Prince. He looked around the clearing as he entered it and waited for the beast to show himself.

Even as the roars of the dragon echoed through the valley, Malik turned on his heel and wielded his sword, looking up to the sky as the dragon approached.

He was left to himself, as his family had taken refuge, especially to avoid the greediness of said dragon, making sure it wouldn’t capture more than it needed to.

The prince

 

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The blue scales of the Dragon shimmered in the sunlight as they landed with terrifying ease infront of Malik, a tilt of the head the only acknowledgement of his presence before the mouth opened and a deep growl that was impossible to assign gender too boomed out "Put down the toothpick, little Elf... I came for my tribute, not a snack." and as he looked up at the mouth, he'd know even with the best weapons... he would be unable to do anything to stop the Dragon from snapping him up in a single bite.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Malik’s heart began to race more and more as the dragon landed, and threatened him with it’s words. But Malik was smart, and he knew better— he didn’t come totally unprepared. And the dragon would see his hands begin to give off a soft golden glow.

Malik, always had a strange fascination with dragons- he had spent hours researching the beasts in his study and library, making note of anything he could use towards the dragon to subdue it. And he quickly noted that this dragon in front of him, was a female, despite how its voice boomed and echoed out across the clearing.

What was strange, was that this female didn’t seem like it had many scars, which meant no male dragons were around. Males were very territorial, and even so come the mating season. But perhaps the way this dragon went- she probably had a separate territory more secluded in the mountains. At least, that’s what he figured based of the circumstances and stories he had heard.

Malik also knew based on the color of the dragon.. she likely would freeze him to death, if he wasn’t careful. Yet he still wondered what her scales would feel like.

And so, without further hesitation (and all of his thinking happened within a minute) he conjured up a golden laced rope/whip- this magical thread would do easily as bridle to subdue the mouth of the beast, or at least he could conjure it to be bigger to wrap around the beast’s wings to make it practically immobile. But he waited for the dragon’s first move.

 

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"I said, put it down!" She growled again, rearing back to let loose a blast of freezing air and let loose a roar to the heavens. The behaviour was expected, from the books he'd read, a show of power to intimidate him, and it was also the perfect chance to make use of the rope he'd conjured, to bind her wings and subdue her. Of course, that was just a theoretical, after all no Elf had ever attempted this before, and if he got it wrong... no amount of magic would save him from her wrath. Perhaps it was safer to wait for another, more open chance, even as she stomped forward, moving a giant paw towards him to merely knock him over, giving him a much better chance to make his move against her.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

The Prince was lithe and quick on his feet, rolling out of the way when she made her advances to knock him over. “Woah there,” he spoke mostly to himself.

The roar in itself did in fact strike terror into his young heart, but he hardened his resolve and went forth in attempting to wrap his magical rope around the beast’s wings. Malik was hoping to subdue it properly, before it had another chance to strike.

The golden glowing thread quickly wrapped around the dragon’s wings, aiming to hold them down and against her body. For an Elf, he was very nimble, and he moved fast. So much so that the female dragon before him, if she didn’t have a keen eye, wouldn’t be able to detect his movements.

He had to thank his dark elven history for that at least, or on his mother’s side.

(Listen I read up about dark elves and nowhere did it say they were faster than light elves but eh I figured he’d have some history given his hair is black and whatnot, and not ethereally blond)

 

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The dragons eyes blinked shut and when she opened them again he'd vanished, even as she started to thrash around against the rope that bound her wings, trying to break free, even as he'd be able to use her own momentum against her, the strength she pulled on the rope with enough to launch him up and onto her back.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

The fact that he took flight as well, made him shout out in surprise- before she would feel him on top of her back. A bit dazed at first, it didn’t take long for Malik to quickly recover before he proceeded to tighten the ropes against her wings, attempting to once again subdue to. “Come on!” He grunted in elvish, grimacing as the force from her wings were much stronger than he expected.

He also knew that if he wasn’t dressed the way he was- her scales definitely would’ve ‘stuck’ to his skin, pretty much like ice would. But, that was just one of his theories, he wasn’t actually sure if her scales would react to his skin like that.

 

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She snarled and writhed more, blasting more freezing air out in her rage, before something seemed to change in her demeanour, and she slowly stopped trying to break free, the ropes keeping her trapped under his boots. Then something he wouldn't have expected in a thousand years occurred, a blinding white light emanating from under her scales and forcing him to look away, even as he'd feel her seemingly shrinking underneath him?!

When the light faded, his feet were on the ground, either side of a woman who was entirely wrapped up in his golden rope, her clothing almost reminiscent of the scales of a dragon?

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Malik was beginning to tighten everything up to the point when that brilliant flash of light came in, and he had to look away. He cursed out and then before he could properly think, he felt the dragon shrinking?!

When his feet were on the ground, he reopened his eyes to see..none other than a woman in front of him, and her clothing.. Malik blinked and observed her, obviously fascinated with this outcome. He had only read about Dragons who would shapeshift to blend better within society, but that was merely myth, not fact—but now that it was indeed fact, this excited him more.

“Well now I know how you were able to lure men away easily,” he murmured out with a smirk on his face and he went up to her, holding her chin with his hand and turning her face up towards him. “Fascinating-“ he breathed out as he seemingly studied her face.

 

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Her startlingly blue eyes met his as he tilted her face up to look at him, even as she narrowed them and glared back at him "Congratulations, Elf..." She growled, the anger in her voice marring what he'd be able to tell was a beautifully melodic tone as she struggled in the golden ropes "Now, you have two choices. Let me go, and act as tribute, or refuse and watch your city burn when I escape!" She threatened, wriggled around in her vulnerable state.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

He heard her, but that didn’t register in his brain just yet as he couldn’t help but watch her writhe in the rope- the rope squeezing around her in all the right places. Although he shouldn’t have lusted after such a beast, he couldn’t help it. It had been quite some time since he had the pleasures of a woman..

But he snapped out of it, and let go of her face. “And if I go with you, then what?” He asked, crossing his arms. He certainly didn’t want his city burned to nothing, and him being a tribute would be all for naught. But he was meant to slay this dragon.

He then looked around at the clearing before looking back at her. “Or how about I make you an offer,” he began, Malik went to pull his sword back out of its sheath before he raised the cool metal to the underside of her chin. “I’m supposed to dispose of you like the worm you are,” he said, but she would be able to tell he didn’t mean those words, he had a fascination, a love for dragons, but his upbringing was saying otherwise. “but,” he continued, “if you stay in this form for me, and I bring you back to the palace…you could be spared and you wouldn’t have to worry about your pathetic life anymore,” yet he knew that wouldn’t go so easily. He would have to put a magical block on her body to prevent her from transforming and escaping, but even he wasn’t that certain of his skills as a mage.

 

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Her glare became even colder in response to his words, as much as she knew he wouldn't kill her from the tone he used, his 'offer' was something she hated in her bones... but it seemed like it was the only way she was leaving the clearing without a cut throat, and it wasn't like a mere elf could generate the magic needed to keep her from taking her true form again to break out. Her eyes remained locked to his as she mulled it over, before hissing out "Fine, Elf... I agree to your terms. I shall remain like this..." She spat the words out like they were acidic on her tongue, clearly hating them, before he'd look at her more and realise just how obviously she was the Dragon, even in this form... Still, no where did his Father say he outright had to kill the Dragon, just defeat them...

 

[FaeWhisperer]

(him: hey mom and dad, here’s your new daughter in law)


Malik looked her over and realized just how much she still looked like..well, a dragon. There wasn’t no denying it. But he could give her to the research section of his kingdom, and her body would be ‘studied’ and written down for the history books. Yet then again..

He lowered his sword and sheathed it once more. He moved and hoisted her up with one arm, and there she would be realized that he was.. much stronger than he looked. His golden laced eyes were sharp and definitive, piercing her face with metaphorical daggers. Yet she would be able to tell as sharp as his eyes and gaze came across, something deep within them will tell her just how much he did care about dragons, despite his actions and demeanor now.

“If you don’t, and you do wreak havoc.. I can promise you that the last thing you’ll taste is my blade through your throat,” she would hear him warn, even as he carried her over to where he had his steed waiting for him.

It was a dark, lustrous coated black stallion- his stature a bit above the average male as well, for as tall as it was. Malik saw that his steed didn’t quite fancy the idea of carrying a beast on its back, but he calmed it down before setting the woman on and over the horse, and he got on behind her. Taking the reins he moved his horse over and began to head down the mountains.

While riding, the woman would also be able to feel Malik’s body pressing up against her- not like she had much of a choice.

Malik then asked her suddenly. “What shall I call you?” He realized he hadn’t even introduced himself yet- not like it would matter.

 

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She didn't struggle as he heaved her up to his horse, still silently raging at her apparent new fate, until he spoke and asked her name "M... Malingosa" She replied, caught slightly off-guard "What... What do I call you, Elf?"

 

[FaeWhisperer]

“Malingosa..” he spoke, his elvish tongue speaking it how it was meant to be pronounced, even though he figured it’s been butchered in the past, no doubt. “Prince Malik, so..your highness would be appropriate,” he replied back, his horse taking its time to go down the mountain. “Now, it takes a day to return to the palace, for the time being, we’ll be stopping by my family’s cottage home.” Odd, to have one like that, especially for a elf such as he.

 

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She shivered a little as he spoke her name, before rolling her eyes in response to him saying she could call him 'Your highness' "The only royalty I acknowledge is the Ur-Dragon, whose wings span the multiverse..." She grumbled back "Oh good. When we get there, can you take these ropes off?" She asked of him, even as he'd have to wonder... Were her clothes technically a part of her? and perhaps, if he removed something he could interrupt her transformation like that... And as her body pressed into his, he'd feel just how startlingly cold she was, a clear holdover from her ice dragon heritage.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

As they continued to ride, he heard her request and he gave a soft snicker, “Well, partially, but I will leave your hands bound—“ mostly because he couldn’t trust her to not transform. The clothes did pose an odd question into his mind but he didn’t think too much on it.

Upon arriving at the cottage, he dismounted his steed, before helping Malignosa off next. Leaving his horse at the outside stable, he brought the dragoness inside, before untying most of her bonds yet keeping her hands bound.

“Would you like some water?” He asked, even as he fetched a wooden bucket- he would get the water from the well outside. He then placed it down on a wooden table, before going to ignite the fireplace with a simple fireball spell. The wood was already inside the fireplace, it just needed to be lit. He patiently waited for her answer.

 

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She snarled a little as he said he'd leave her hands bound, trying to look up at him from where she was lying across his horse "You just want to embarrass me, huh?" She growled, before going silent for the rest of the journey. When he lead her inside and undid her bindings enough for her to walk without issue, she stalked inside and grumbled angrily as the ropes slid to tie her hands behind her back, leaving her stood and unable to protect herself if he wanted to take more of a look at her "Water would be acceptable." She replied to his question, glancing at the fire and wondering something... how flammable was the rope he'd used...

 

[FaeWhisperer]

The rope, was…fireproof, since it was well, made with magic.

Hearing what she said about the water he went to fetch some for both himself and her, and ended up getting a wooden cup, filling it with the water, before bringing it over to her. Malik then raised a hand and his magic undid the ropes behind her back, letting her hands free.

“Here, drink-“ he tells her, handing the cup to her, his gaze softening ever so slightly but it was so subtle that it would be difficult to pick up. He truly felt that this was the wrong thing to do, to bring in a beautiful creature such as she, but he knew his father wouldn’t yield until the Dragon was ‘defeated’, he just hoped that it meant ‘captured’ and not ‘dead’.

 

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The moment he unbound her hands, she was already starting to shift forms, a smirk crossing her face “Fool of an Elf!” She laughed as she grew, turning more draconian with every second, forcing him away as she moved to try and pin him under one limb “I’ll be kind to you though and only raze half the city to the ground!”

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Malik knew this would be inevitable, but he also knew he was a fool, for thinking she would go quietly. He grimaced as she pinned him under one limb - there goes the cottage, he thought to himself. But to much of her surprise, he would not fight back. "Fine, if that's what you desire," he spoke out, glancing up at her form. "Why not take me captive instead?" he asked her, thinking of ways he could get her to not destroy the city.

 

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She paused at his words, moving her head down and inspecting him closely “Captive? Why would I do that, Elf?” She questioned, her form still growing as the cabin splintered and broke over her scales “I’d much rather kill you for what you did!” She growled, anger in her tone as she lifted her left foreleg to get room to move her maw over him, clearly ready to bite and consume him. If he hoped to escape he’d have to act now, but his magic had already shown itself to work in keeping her subdued.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Malik felt her maw hover over him- and he closed his eyes, seemingly waiting to accept his fate. He knew that he would either have captured the dragon, die by it, or be captured. He knew he couldn't come back to his home empty handed. When he opened his eyes again, Malingosa would catch a glimpse of... what seemed to be a golden draconic eye looking back up at her?! Or perhaps she was just mistaken. IF this Elf had dragon lineage somewhere down the line... was that even possible? Did this man before her knew of that? Surely not - or else he would've done more, as male dragons were typically the...horny creature, per say.

(reminds me of my tiefling who has ice dragon lineage, LOL I could have just used his photo for the 'elf' prince - although it's painfully obvious that he's a tiefling XD)

 

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Malingosa paused as she saw the golden eyes for a moment, and that moment of hesitation would be all he’d need to make his move and rebind her, to once again hold her at his whims and desires. And if he truly did have Draconic blood, one whim would certainly manifest, even if it masked itself behind a less lustful reason. After all, if her clothes were a part of her, surely she couldn’t shapeshift if he removed them all? But first, he had to resummon the golden cord that had bound her into her elfin form once before, and recapture the Dragoness.

(Ha, fair enough. Maybe that's his "Actual Dragon" form, because he can't go all the way)

 

[FaeWhisperer]

(Immediately opens another game of bg3 to make Malik’s ‘dragon form’)

Malik saw his chance, re-summoning the golden magical cord, quickly moving from underneath her to on top of her once again, aiming the have that cord wrapped around her body and wings once more. He began to aim for her to be tied down completely. And this time, he would strip her of her clothes, once she would transform, thinking it could be directly linked to her shifting forms.

 

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"Wh... What?! NO!" She cried out as the cord wrapped around her again, her form shrinking down until she was once again lying underneath him in her elfin form, the golden cord wrapped tightly to her body as she wriggled "Damn it Damn it Damn it!" She growled, straining against the cord, even as she could feel him leaning down to start stripping her clothing, an act that received a shriek of horror from her as he revealed her smooth skin, unmarred by any scarring, like he'd observed earlier that day. Clearly she'd never interacted with another male Dragon... perhaps she was even a virgin... Wait, why was he thinking about that?!

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Once she was fully exposed, Malik rose to stand, wiping his mouth with one of his hands. Had one of her claws caused a cut on his face? Why was there blood? Surely she could have scented that..

He looked down on her with his clothes in his hands, even as a part of him wanted to explore what he was thinking…. He shook off that thought and stepped back a bit, leaving her bound. “You…are making it very difficult for yourself, you know?” He stated and turned, tossing her clothes on one of the broken chairs. He looked at the destroyed cottage around him and sighed.

 

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She wriggled more as he stood up, giving him an unintentional show as her ass jiggled about the place "Difficult?! DIFFICULT?!" She shouted back at him "You want Difficult, I'll show you difficult! Now let me out of this rope!" She continued to wriggle and writhe around, eventually managing to roll over and give him a look at her front, her breasts bouncing unrestrained, two large globes that he'd be heavily attracted to.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Malik watched and as she turned around, a shy blush formed on his face and he had to put one of his hands on his face, to hide it. He then moved his free hand, and conjured clothing upon Malingosa, this clothing was…

Actually really nice and soft? Something unexpected as one would think he would just conjure up some burlap sack to put her in, but this clothing would hug her curves in all the right places, as if he was doing her a favor of letting her show her body off—but not like she would want that, right? It wasn’t like her other clothing was much different, the style was pretty much the same.

He sighed and leaned down, pulling on the ropes. “Look. If I take these away..how do I know you won’t change again?” He asked, reminding himself to put her other clothes out of her reach and putting them into a pocket dimension.