Fantasy RP The last, and Most Valuable Draconic Treasure of the Seasons

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

"of course, all I ask is for you to at least stay till the weather out side breaks later tomorrow. would you be able to do that? "

as he asked this, getting her bath ready. it would go against the original desire to let her leave at first light. however unlike other males, and individuals Winter dealt with in the past. this one purely wanted to ensure she was safe when she left. even offering to make her visit as comfortable as possible. yet it was clear he would not dare to try and keep her here by force. as nether of them knew that before the next day came. things would change for them both.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter hesitates. She could leave in the middle of the night. . . She nods in agreement, "Of course." She smiles at the man, standing slowly once he finishes preparing the bath.

"Privacy, please?" She murmurs, glancing at the old man. The blanket was wrapped around her protectively, not willing to drop it until the man left the space.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

"Of course, if you need anything just call out. "

as he said this, with a gentle tone, and friendly smile, the old man would walk past the draconic maiden. leaving her to enjoy the much needed bath time alone. However little did ether of them realize, that this night her bath would end up ruined. as a predator would soon make itself known, one which was artificial. however her draconic senses would be unable to sense it until it would be upon her. this odd entity would not be noticed at least not right away, and if it was noticed, it would only seem like some wild animal watching her location from afar, with the glowing eyes.

as it was, the emptied room would be all hers to enjoy, as now Winter could think of things she might need to look into, or perhaps even ask about before she makes her leave from this warm little cottage come the next day.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter slumps back and sighs softly, closing her eyes. She relaxes, letting the warmth soak into her skin. Tipping her head back, she lets her mind drift, almost falling asleep. She stays in that half space for a while, before she rouses herself enough to gently wash her skin.

She looks around for a moment, before standing and calling to the old man, asking about the clothes she needs as she dries the water from her body.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

what came next would be almost comical, as the gentle older man came out with clothing. but with his eyes closed, he seemed to hold them out to no one, but the open wilderness. trying to be respectful of her wishes prior. it would paint an almost cute, and comical view for winter. however the fact remained, she could let him know to open his eyes, or guide him back inside once she was dressed, or just before she did so.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter laughs softly, taking the clothes and quickly pulling them on. She glances at the man, "It's okay, I'm dressed." She steps from the bathing space, going back to the livingroom. She was quiet, rubbing her face slightly and she sat, glancing out the window.

She frowns, her brow bunching. Something felt. . . Off, but she couldn't figure out what.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

once they were back inside, the odd yet warming scent of something sweet having been cooked up hit the dragon's nostrils. even if she did not normally indulge in such things. a home made hot pastry would be quiet the treat. as the man which was her companion for the night had prepped a hot treat for her enjoyment.

" as you can probably smell, I made a special after bath treat for you, with some nice warm tea milk."

as he said this offering Winter a special treat, still unaware of her true nature, or how a sugary treat might hyper charge her natural energy level, if she was sensitive like some reptilians were to sugar in their system. but the smell was still very tempting, and mouth watering.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter glances over for a moment, breaking her gaze from the outside world. She stares at the old man, then glances at said treat, "No, thank you. I don't like sweets." She looks back out the window, squinting to see through the swirling breeze of Snow flurries starting up.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

paying attention to the swirling cold, the dragonic female would be able to feel something was out their, perhaps hunting her? would the draconic maiden remain here, until the next day as the old man requested? wanting to keep her warm and safe for the night to come. however his gesture of kindness could be seen as multiple things, with her past experience. yet for what it was, nether of them knew, that if she stayed the nature of what ever was out their hunting would indeed show itself. and by so, endanger the dragon enough to force this old man to awaken to his own hidden nature.

if she left, then she would end up facing what ever was coming alone, if she dared to think about it, however as she would be lost in thought, the gentle older man would move to gently tap her shoulder.

"I know it's not much, but I have some make shift clothing laid out for you. please make yourself properly comfortable. " as he spoke it was a pleasant, and soft night gown, which had been made by hand. one which was slightly adjusted to fit her bodily frame more comfortably.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

She looks up, biting her lip. She smiles and nods, taking the clothes with a soft tanks and dressing. She runs her hands down, over the soft fabric. Glancing back to the window, Winter blows out a soft breath. She had such a horrible feeling, her long trusted instincts telling her something was wrong.

She swallows, sinking down on a seat next to the window and keeping watch. She didn't move, or look away, her breaths slow and even.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

Hours passed, the night went on uneventful for some time. however it would be the moment that Winter nodded off even for a moment. it would happen, an echoing howl, followed by a strong wind battering against the house. the older man was up and grabbing a strange rifle like weapon. one which had a blade on the end, as he had what looked like some kind of water sack. as he filled the long pipe of the device with the content. it was a magically enhanced musket rifle. one which combined gunpowder, and magic to make piercing shots. his own invention. however the older gentle man would look to his house guest.

"Sorry, but Could I ask you to stay inside, no matter what you might hear?"

as he said this, prepping for some kind of fight. as he watched the front door. as the echo of something scraping the walls and moving around his home. it was something this man had obviously been dealing with alone for some time. but now it had a new target, something this unknown beast wanted, and that was the dragoness, Winter herself.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter shudders, her hand pressing against the base of her throat. The sound of the creature haunted her nightmares. It was the only thing strong enough to actually wound her and her sisters. A hunting breast, bred for the ability to bring down the Seasonal Dragons. Millennia ago, her and her sisters had fought against these creatures that had slipped from their own realm into theirs. They had barely won the war, and it left scars on each of the four sisters. None physical, of course. All of the were mental.

She didnt want to leave this old man to his fight alone, but without her sisters, Winter wouldn't be able to do anything. Her ice couldn't pierce the hide of the hunting creature. She looks at the man, "You shouldn't go out there. . ."

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

"oh, Old Fido, that fucker comes to steal my Meat every winter's eve. I Made this old toy here just to hurt it, as nothing else seems to work. "

as he said this, the older gentle man winked at her, revealing this beast had been tormenting this man for some time now, However unlike prior. it was not after some simple meat or food. it had something truly mouth watering to go after, Winter herself. however as it was, she could easily stop this man from going out if she truly desired to do so. even if it was only to sweet talk him into some gentle snuggles under a cover, and nothing more. as he was preparing to go out, and deal with his uninvited guest, as he was unaware that unlike the usual visits. this thing would actually be hell bent to get into his house, instead of his meat storage shed for once.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

"He's not after your food, old man." Winter snaps. She moves towards the door, a chill filling the otherwise warm home as her magic stirs to life. She could try to fend off this creature. She didn't want this man protecting her and getting hurt.

These creatures were mostly docile unless given purpose by a master. And winter had a feeling this time, 'Old Fido' had a purpose. Her. With the evil king already having her sisters, she was the last one.

She opens the door, snorting softly as the snow that had piled up against it. She lifts her hand and then sinks it into the frozen water. Then, she steps forward, relishing at being free of a space her body had deemed too hot.

She would fight this beast, and if it captured her, she would see her sisters, and if she killed it, she would remain on the run.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

Snarling, and moving into view, a massive, hellish, fur patched beast. one eye missing, the body covered in scars. as it lurched around the side of the building. it's one eye locking onto the target. as the beast licked it's maw. and began to move into full view. as the beast seemed to prepare itself, to charge at winter.

The draconic maiden would find the old man swiftly, and surprisingly moving in front of her. pulling his rifle up, and taking a magically enhanced piercing shot. as it cut through the beast's powerful arm. causing it to howl in pain, as it would twist around, as if doing a dancing twirl, as it regained it's balance from the hit.

"Now, Now, this old beast is not something you need to go hell bent to fight. such a pretty woman as yourself, regardless of species, should not go out and jump into danger, your still so young looking. "

as he spoke, sounding like a caring big brother, or family like figure, the old man was now taking several more shots, as he walked tours the scarred beast. these shots were indeed injuring it. but the way it healed so quickly. he did not have the means to truly defeat it. as it seemed he was use to pelting it with magic shells, until it ran off. however this time it would not be so easily chased off, as it had a target, and a mission. yet if he could hurt it, perhaps Winter could take advantage of one of these fresh wounds, before it could close up from the high speed regeneration. as the older looking man called it a damn annoying cockroach of a pup.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter moves forward, "Please, stay inside, I--" she's cut off as the beast lunges forward. She slices her hand through the air and shards of piercing ice slice through their, aiming for the wounds. Her other hand sweeps up faster, a thick wall of ice forming from the snow.

She watches as the beast careens through the ice, shattering the wall. Her lips part, the beast was so much stronger. It had adapted to the attacks, and grown stronger.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

impressively fast with it's adaptive nature, the beast would barrel through ice blast, and wall alike. before it would soon be upon Winter. the powerful and large claw moving to smash across her face. to send the powerful dragonic maiden twirling off into the snow covered ground, leaving a trail of impact in her wake.

the bleeding beast tore frozen shards from it's wounds, as it snarled. before moving tours her once more. oddly enough ignoring the man who had shot so many holes into it prior. as he was now quickly reloading his weapon. and rushing tours winter. However as he moved to defend his new friend, and guest. the old timer did not know, that as this fight would go on. He would end up getting a chance to defend her, but not in a way ether of them would envision. however for now the fight had only just begun. for this beast was free to break her limbs, and wings, as long as she was left alive. for it was meant to bring her back to it's master alive. the body could heal, broken limbs could be mended, and her state restored to pristine for the collection. however how badly she got injured had yet to be determined, for now all it had done was left some nasty claw gashes when it sent her flying back from the prior strike.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Winter's blood was the color of deep ice, a blue so dark it was almost indistinguishable against the snow. She presses her hand to her shoulder, blood leaking. The gash went up her arm and almost to her face, though she seemed mostly unphazed by this attack. She slowly stands, her breathing hitched slightly. After a moment, she steps back, and in a bright flash of light, she changed into her larger dragon form, roaring at the beast. while large in comparison to a human, her dragon form was still small, and just about the size of the beast hunting her. she crouches low, preparing to strike.

 

[Lord Sesshoumaru]

Having shifted into her dragon form, even if not at it's potential full size, Winter would normally be intimidating to most foes. however as this one was, she would find the beast practically moving straight for her, the powerful claws large enough to grasp her entire head in one palm. however as it went for her, with out hesitation, the one claw aiming for her head, the other one of her wings. the medium size draconic beauty would soon find something unexpected happening before her eyes. the small man would be before her, his blood splattering across her cold, icy scales. causing visible steam to be released. as the heat from his blood reacted with her chill.

as this happened, his gentle eyes looked into hers, as he spoke up after coughing out a bit of blood onto her, as the claw had pierced through his abdomen, clean through.

"Such a beautiful woman, You need not suffer, fight, be free, and strong. Let the old protect the young. "

as he said this, his arms shaking, as he moved to aim his weapon at the head of the beast. planning to take it's head off, and take it down with him. unaware that this wound, would not be the end of this man, but the awakening to the dormant blood inside of him. for one must die, to be reborn, something most species could never truly experience.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to her feet, ignoring the sting of her wounds. She stepped back, and in a bright flash of light, her form shifted. Her body stretched, bones realigning, sinew twisting as her frame expanded. Scales of crystalline frost gleamed under the moonlight, her wings unfurling as her claws dug into the snow-packed earth. She let out a piercing roar, her breath curling into an icy mist around her. Though not at her full size, her dragon form was imposing, her body sleek yet powerful. She crouched low, muscles coiling, prepared to strike.

But the beast did not hesitate. It did not waver. It lunged, its massive claws slicing through the air, one hand reaching for her head, the other for her wing—seeking to disable her, to break her apart piece by piece. Then—

A blur of movement.

A sickening, wet sound.

Winter’s eyes widened in horror as she felt warmth splatter across her icy scales, a stark contrast to the bitter chill of her body. Steam rose from where his blood met her, sizzling against her freezing form. The old man stood before her, his body impaled clean through. The beast's massive claw had run him through without hesitation, as though he were nothing more than an obstacle in its path. His breath came in shallow gasps, blood dripping from his lips as he looked up at her, his eyes soft despite the agony written across his face.

Winter gasped, her form shimmering as she abruptly shifted back to her humanoid state, her knees hitting the snow as she reached for him. Panic clawed at her chest, a feeling she rarely experienced. “No—no, no, no—” Her hands hovered over the wound, shaking. He was dying. He was dying because of her. His trembling fingers gripped his weapon, his body straining even in the face of his own mortality. Yet his gaze remained on her, filled not with fear, but with something far gentler.

His words sent a sharp pain through her chest, one far deeper than any physical wound. She clenched her teeth, her fingers curling into fists against the snow. She had fought for herself for so long. Had endured. Had survived. But this… this was different. Someone was fighting for her. Someone who had no reason to. And he was dying for it. Her pale eyes, cold as the winter she was named for, lifted to the beast towering over them. Rage, pure and unfiltered, surged through her veins. Her hands trembled as she clenched them at her sides, her breath coming out in sharp bursts of frost.

“What do you want?” she demanded, her voice no longer soft, no longer composed. It was raw, seething with fury. Her gaze bore into the creature as if she could tear its answers straight from its wretched soul.

“What does your master want?!”