Home Sweet Home

[Bloodwing]

He had folded his wing back up it was more comfortable folded than stretched out. But then dante came back the shore. He shifted his body a bit, she had returned to the shore in a slight different angle than the way she had left and he would have had to stetch his wing in a rather awkward position that might not have been safe for her. This time he crawled to the ed of the the glowing river and stretch his neck out so that his head was on the other side and right in front of her. His scales and horns would make it easy for her to climb up on on to his head, which was a big as a horse. and his eyes where far back enough so that she wouldn't be blinding him unless she actually tried. Maybe he would have to set up something more permanent sometime.

Well then why wear you second-skins around me. I Don't see you in the same fashion as the males of your breed. When I'm in my natural form I don't wear clothes." He said a little bluntly."Not that you don't look good like this." he added.

[Dante]

"Well, I could go out and get something lighter to wear I suppose," Dante said tapping her chin and then her small feet stepped over his nose and quickly up his head before dropping to a seated position behind his lowered head. She ran one of her hands over his brow and smiled at him.

She knew he was a prideful dragon by now and felt the need to see that spark in his eye for some reason, "You have beautiful eyes and scales," she commented, scratching a spot under his horn.

[Bloodwing]

H elifted his head and her with it being slow, and careful no to fling her off as he brought her back to the other shore. He enjoyed her gentle touch. H gently lowered his head to the ground.and then she gave him a compliment. Something that he didn't quite expect. He enjoyed it and found himself loving her all the more, but what on earth could have driven her to feed his burning pride any more fuel.

"Why thank you and your not that bad looking of a creature yourself, but why the compliment its not like you?" He asked

[Dante]

"I like to put fuel on the fire sometimes," she said, sliding off of his head,"And I'm trying to establish such a relationship it makes man as a race envious," she said, really just wanting men to come and try to 'rescue' her, only to have them fried and torn to shreds by bloodwing.

Although Dante was proud of her fact that she could and would eat just about anything, her stomach growled for real food. The velvet flesh of pears and peaches, the simmered and salty taste of cooked beef. Her eyes then lit up remembering something, "Bloodwing, do you have any idea what day and time it is?" she asked, her teal eyes looking into his the best her small form could.

[Bloodwing]

He hummed/purred at her reasoning. It was the perfect answer. "As men should be, and the males in particular." He said look at her. he was implying that she was probably what they would be after her, and that there was no way they where going to 'rescue' her Then a curiosity came about him, and as chaotic as his mind was he saw nothing wrong with him asking. How should I go about attracting you gender to my lair. Human males are fine and rather feisty treats, but but oh the bloodcurdling screams made but a maiden in distress are music to my ears in ways you couldn't imagine. not to mention the pleasures of the fresh i could use them for before filling my belly with their bones."

Speaking of filling bellies he heard hers growl at him. Mammilian metabolism was so much faster than his own. he completely for got about those needs on her behalf. He answered her question. "I arrived here about mid day and found you here near the beginning of the evening. You rapture left you unconcious for a good long time i'd say... its near or after midnight."

[Dante]

Oh the sly smile that came across Dante's face would have made any human man shudder. Clearly she was up to something. She threw her Cloak to the ground and brushed her bangs from her face and began searching about the cavern for a long and strong steel blade. Midnight was her havoc hour. Dante finally found a long blade in Bloodwing's pile and pulled it out.

No, it wasn't a heavy blade, but it was sturdy enough for her desire. She examined the edge of the blade, it needed a bit of sharpening, but not much. She found a small piece of stone that suited her purpose and sat down indian style with the blade in her lap. "Remember when I said you should see me on a good day?" She questioned as she ran the rock over each side of the blade, "I should have said night."

[Bloodwing]

Oh he remembered that day. It was they day they met the day she had tried to stomp out hhi pride and failed.It was a pleasant enough memory and dragons remembered things better than humans. He nodded his big head and asked, "Yes? But i thought i already saw that over there." He said slyly as he glanced at the pillar of stone where he had laid claim to her. But he was curious for as to what she was talking about now so he listen. And he held out a a scaly claw, his scales where rougher than the rock and the steel blades wasn't going to cut him so he gave her a better whet stone.

[Dante]

With only a few passes over his claw, the steel blade was sharp enough it could cut things floating through the air. She hopped up and gave a few practice swings, the way she handled the blade was truly unique and artful. "I know it's nice and warm in here, but I have a score to settle with someone I know that is coming this way," she said, resting the hilt of the blade in her open palm.

"You might like to join, or at least watch Bloodwing," She said, knowing she was going to need to cross the lava river again. But instead of using his wing or his head as a bridge dante made a few motions with her hand, "Terra Locomotia," she muttered to herself as a simple bridge errected itself out of the lava and hardened. Dante shamefully admired her proud work as she walked her way over the bridge she had designed to only hold her weight to also do her part of keeping Bloodwing's hoard safe from pillagers. "Coming or not?" she asked one more time as she gripped the hilt of the blade that was resting against her shoulder, turning to, well, Her dragon.

[Bloodwing]

Hmmm this sounded like fun. He would watch this time and be ready to strike if she needed any help. he had missed her fight with the thief and he decided he wanted to see her style."I'll play the voyeur in this escapade... unless of course you need my help." He said teasing her.

He got up and had lowered her head so he could lift her back of the lava pool but she made her own way instead by turning the lava itself into a small bridge. And he followed her out of the warm cavern and into the night.

[Dante]

Dante ran ahead off Bloodwing. She was running the tip of the blade against the limestone walls of the cave. The bloody screech it gave just made the smirk on her face grow. It was her killing hour. As she reached the edge of the cave she saw the lights in the village below flare to life, obviously the village below had heard the scraping of metal on stone and it had stirred them from slumber. Dante jumped out of the cave mouth and ran down the hill.

Men stumbled tiredly out of their abodes to try and figure out what had made that sound. Although they knew that they were under the constant forboding of being the dragon's next meal, they were not expecting this. They saw Dante peeling down the hill and then began to stramble to arm themselves.

Too Late.

[Bloodwing]

He followed his vicious lover through the tunnels hearing as well as feeling the high pitch screech of metal on rock. It was in a way a wail of a coming doom and it sent shivers of anticipation down Bloodwing's spine. He breathed in the cool night air as he exited the cave. The sound of her blades, her battle cry had stopped and so he added his own. He let out an earth-shaking courage draining roar. Letting the people know that the dragon, and it's new mate where on the prowl tonight

Dante seemed as excited as he was about spilling blood and it seemed there was no score to settle she just wanted to kill. She was just perfect. It was time for a feast.

[Dante]

In minutes, blood was spilled across the ground. Men were screaming in agony as they died slowly from being disemboweled, women were screaming at the top of their lungs just before their heads were cut in half and children were crying in terror and trying to run away before Dante ran her blade through their tiny chests.

Dante was drenched in blood. Her once auburn hair was now sticking to her head and face in a red mess, her face and hands were dripping with blood and her legs and arms were running with rivers of blood. Dante found the leader of the village and laughed in a manical glee at him begging for his own life. Dante licked the blade of some of its blood before her teal eyes sent a wave of fear, pure fear, through the man making him pass out. "Welp," she said with a laugh and sadistic grin before she drove the blade clean through the man's neck.

"Some hell fire would be nice too," she thought out loud with a sigh. She whispered a few words from an old language and fire, blue fire exploded from her hands as it lit the village on fire. This, this sight, was true chaos.

[Bloodwing]

His body his neck his tail all moved in ripple as if he where a snake slithering down the stone surface of the mountain toward the help less town. A few people who had broken away from Dante and her wicked blades had, in the terror ran toward the mountain. A man in the front of the crowd looked up and spotted the blood-red reptile. His muscles tensed and he froze in the face of his coming fate. The others' eyes where as sharp and when the scaly beast rammed the fear frozen bowing ball into the panicking pins. they began running confused. in ever direction. He picked one, a woman out of the crowd and pounced. his massive body slammed down on all fours pinning the frightened female under the deadly prison of his claws.

Suddenly a man in the crowd who had found him self a pitch for ran towards the beast. "leave her alone." The man shouted. Bloodwing just chuckled and with lightning speed his neck snapped forwards and he snapped up the man that had built up courage at seeing his own lover in danger. Blood wing lifted the man screaming and kicking over to the woman he had tried to save. She managed to get out an arm and Screamed for the dragon to take her instead. How sweat.. He squeezed down his is struggling prey Crushing him right right over the woman's head spilling his blood on her. Lifting his head he forced the distraught woman to watch as he swallowed his broken body whole.

He looked down at the woman. who was now just struggling for her own life. He shifted his claw and put one huge claw through her belling pining her body to the ground with a spike through her gut. Digging into the ground he pulled back, and between the friction of the ground and the position of his nail he tore her in half. She coughed up blood. and it was clear that she was no longer able to scream. he snapped up the upper half of her body and then the bottom. and swallowed both. Then he looked up to see what Dante was doing.

[Dante]

Dante pulled a lock of her blood matted hair from her face. Seeing that no man had the courage to face her anymore and seeing that the panicked people no longer cared about their burning possessions, Dante slipped back over to Bloodwing. "It's no fun anymore when no one has the courage to fight," she said, unaware of the man and woman that Bloodwing had just eaten. The people had stattered among the hills of the area, leaving Dante with a sigh as she licked some of the blood from her lips.

The quick dispersal of the people meant that this village hadn't been very strong from the start, it was going to die anyway. No loyalty among brethren. Dante's blood covered Teal eyes looked up towards Bloodwing once more. "Did you have any fun?" she asked, laughing slightly to herself at the musical tone of blood dripping off every part of her body.

[Bloodwing]

Blood wing watched Dante walk up to him. He hummed happily at seeing his first fanciful vision of her come true. She was dripping in the blood of her victims. He could see and smell it. and he wanted to taste it, but he refrained not wanting get carried away, as he knew he would.

You loo positively delicious my dear.And if i cared any less about you I think you'd be suffering the same fate as the two lovers that crossed my path this night. He touched her with the tip of his snout and breathed in the intoxicating aroma of her sweat and their blood. A flash back of what had happened when he had smelled her blood filled his mind. Humming he said "Oh the things I'm going to do to you when we get back to my cavern." he said, enchanted.