Turf Troubles between Dragons and Wolves Part 2 - RPLOG
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Date
13/12/2015
Log
Ohgodwhydoesthisalwayshappentoher? Nekura should probably be used to it though since it seems things always deteriorate for one reason or another. With the others not seeming too interested in her the dragoness goes to do what she thinks is best and attempts to meekly cling to the leg of the male who was ogling her. While he might not be showing interest in mounting her his attention was good enough reason for her to do it.
Vayne gets hoisted into the air without even bothering to try and dodge or evade. In the flurry of motion Vayne takes advantage of the dragoness looking away and one hand draws a weapon from her waist. The movement is so quick and minor and the rest of her body language so languid the draw gets lost in the bustle of her being lifted upwards. She dangles there, feet off the ground, her expression one not of anger or fear but of mild bemusement as if she finds the dragonesses behavior whimsically humorous in her ignorance of just exactly who she was fucking with. "I meant no disrespect, an intention I am rapidly deciding is not a mutual one." She raises her voice to carry as the other dragons draw down and move forward. "HOLD! And Listen.." Her voice carries an edge of command like someone that is used to having their instructions followed. "Right now the only one of you at risk of ending up being delivered to Lord Bah-HEN-mut in very small and painful pieces is this handsy bitch right here." At this point the dragoness feels the barrel of a very large shotgun being pressed up against the underside of her jaw. "If a single one of you lays so much as a finger on my friends, two things will happen. First you go on my list, Second this uppity cunt gets to find out whether or not nanites can reassemble a brain that's been scattered over two thirds of Falcon street." Her voice drops down a bit still audible but now clearly addressed to the dragoness. "Now this is what is going to happen, you are going to set me down, march your scaly black ass up that tower and tell Lord Bahenmut that Captain Vayne wishes to speak with him. You will command your men to show more respect than you have and you will do it in the next ten seconds. If you are lucky, and your lord requests it, I /might/ decide to overlook this disrespect. Otherwise I am going to do your lord the favor of removing a particularly disrespectful and tragically stupid subordinate from his ranks." The air is crisply cut by the sound of a hammer being drawn back. "Have I made myself perfectly clear?" her hand strays over her shoulder to rest on the hilt of her saber. "Little pro-tip, the correct answer is 'Yes Ma'am."
Myung's jaw hangs open, eyes darting between the dragon and Vayne in the exchange. He swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the impulse to attack - or run - or make any sudden movement, instead just choosing to watch, gauging the expressions of the armed dragons carefully.
Simenio goes... wide eyed for a moment as Vayne is lifted off of the ground, and... well, the dragoness' orders certainly don't do anything to calm his nerves. judging by the look in his eyes, and the way his legs were tensed up, he was ready to dash off at any moment. He scans the gathering crowd of dragons, searching for any possible openings that he could slip through, in the event that he needed to escape. His ears flick a bit when he heard Vayne speaking, and a brief glance is thrown back to her and the dragoness that was currenly holding her up. When she finishes speaking, all that can be heard out of the feline is a mumbles, "I r-reeeeally hope Vayne's plan works...." He takes a few steps back and taps Myung on the shoulder, since his other two comrades were... a bit busy right now, leaning in to whisper something to the Coyote that none of the nearby dragons should be able to hear. "If w-worse comes to worst, I'm going t-to attempt to get to the Bloodfangs and s-see if I can... somehow convince th-them to attack the dragons.... Feel fr-free to come with me if y-you'd like, but... be ready to r-run at a moment's notice...."
The Dragoness's eyes can be seen buldging in their sockets, wide open in disbelief. While the threat was very clear, she wasn't fully convinced of his orders. "Cassor, your in charge..." She slowly, carefully says, her jaw not moving that much to avoid causing the shotgun to go off. For all her vaunted power and position, even she wasn't completely stupid. A shotgun blast at that range was sure to ruin someone's day. The Dragon in question, the one that Nekura was now latching herself to the leg of, blinked and nodded.
"You heard Captain Hestis." He said, her focus on Nekura turning from mild interest to now disappointment as he attempted to shake her off.
Slowly, the Dragoness, Hestis apparently, lowered Vayne to the ground, and waited to find out if the shotgun was going to be removed from under her jaw.
Heywait. Nekura makes a :| face suddenly as she hangs onto the male, declaring, "You're not a real shadow dragon, you smell like canine and feel like one too!" Not that she stops hanging onto him though now her attention shifted from hopefulness to avoid harm to keeping him from his likely attempt to flee now that he'd been caught. Angry snuggles.
Through all of that, Vayne's voice remained calm, almost mildly lighthearted, meaning one (at least) of three things, she is as good as she thinks she is, she's a grade A bluff afficiando, or she was a complete and utter mad woman. She looks up at the taller dragon once her feet touch the ground her arm had moved in time with her decent to keep the flint lock sawed off 10 gauge pressed nice and snug against Captain Hestis's neck. Once down she slides the barrel down the dragons chest between her breasts and stomach in sultry fashion before taking a step back, the barrel remaining level. She slowly draws out her sword, an elegant looking thing, a bit long for a cutlass but very sharp and shiney. Once the blade clears the scabbard it crackles sparks and bursts into Azure flame, the licks of fire dancing along the blade in lovely displays as the weapon humms gently, happy to be shown off. Flaming sword in one hand, Sawed off 10 gauge in the other , high heeled boots and a tri-corner hat with feather dancing lightly in the breeze, the tigress certainly knows how to look damn impressive if nothing else. She simply motions with the barrel of her weapon from the dragoness to get on with her duties before turning to the man that had been addressed. "Cassor was it? Pleased to meet you."
Myung perks an ear at Simenio's suggestion, looking about ready to just that - then heaves a sigh of relief as Vayne was lowered to the ground and it seems that he didn't need to. "... I can't believe that worked..." he mutters back, barely above a whisper before straightening his posture and putting on a friendly smile, which curls into a very slight frown at Nekura's rather sudden and peculiar observation, now focusing on Cassor.
Simenio glances back again as he hears the Hesits' response, and... well, he seems quite genuinely surprised that Vayne's plan actually worked... or it was working so far, at least.... A small smile appears oon the cat's muzzle for just a moment before it fades away again and he brings his attention back to the crowd of dragons around them. His stance didn't change one bit, and he still looked ready to sprint straight through any openings he could find. After all, just because things were going well now doens't mean that will still continue like this. He glances back at Myung again, seeming... almost ready to relax for a few moments himself before he simply gives a quick shake of his head and he whispers to the Coyote, "I... wouldn't l-lower your guard just y-yet, if I were you." Nekura does get his attention for a moment though, his head tilting slightly to the side as he gazes at both her and the "dragon" she's clinging onto with a curious expression. He again shrugs it off after a few moments though, his attention returning to the rest of the dragons once more.
Hestis steps back, easing her way towards the tower, before opening her wings and flapping a few times. Cassor simply looks nonplussed and simply makes more efforts to get Nekura off him. As Hestis flies off, Cassor looks at those present. "Just make sure none run." He says simply, looking bored and rather disappointed by the scene in front of him. "Thought we were supposed to be guards, not frigging babysitters" he mutters as he finally manages to get Nekura off and shoved back towards teh rest of her friends. "Hey Tigress, keep your bimbo dragoness in check. She's acting loopy."
Why does she even bother? Nekura is rather annoyed when no one seems to pay attention to her observation and goes to release hold of the 'dragon', wandering back the way they came. Maybe they can get this trouble with the dogs done and over yet.
Vayne smirks softly Nekura's plan hadn't been overburdened with chances for success but would have been vaguely amusing had it sparked off something. "I think she likes you. She's a townie girl you know how much fun those can be right?" she studies the dragons face and notices he's not really going for it so she shrugs. "Hey Nekura, why don't you come over here with the others." She motions with her sword, the humming of the custom made electric chains sword (on fire) ebbs and flows with the Doppler effect of it being moved. "If things go sour, I want you three to retreat out, I'll cover you. Just make sure you find some to help...." She eyes each dragon as she speaks, her violet eyes meeting theirs for several long lingering seconds. "...with cleaning up the mess I make."
The coyote's expression remains a little uncertain, but he brushes the scene off and turns his attention back to Hestis, watching her take off The tension defused just a bit, his eyes fall back on Cassor, looking between him and Vayne, nodding to both Vayne and Simenio in equal parts in confirmation.
Simenio glances back at Vayne again, his eyes flicking between her and the Cassor fellow who just gave the orders to ensure no one runs.... He continues to simply glance between the tigress and the dragon for a few moments more before giving Vayne a nod and mumbling, "Understood." His eyes then go to Nekura once more as he gestures between himself and Myung. "If we d-do have to run... follow us... I th-think...." He... then moves from his current position for just a moment to get closer to both Myung and Nekura, whispering to them both in a tone that... hopefully couldn't be picked up by any of the nearby dragons, "If we r-run... our best bet is pr-probably to take the same g-gap out, but when we break th-through their line we may need to sc-scatter a bit... they have guns, st-standing and moving in a straight line pr-probably isn't a good idea." He then resumes his runner's stance, still more than ready to bolt when necesarry.
After a short while, a clearly chastised Hestis returns, her fancy armor gone, leaving only the cloth rags that may have been under it to prevent chaffing. "Everyone, stand down. Lord Bahenmut wishes to, speak with them. If only to humor their bravery." She says, looking like she was ready to rip into someone, and it wasn't likely any of those present right now. The dragons present look a little confused, but disperse, since at this point, this was way out of their hands now. They had other dangers to focus on. Like the encrouching Wolf Beasts. Cassor and the other Dragoness who'd arrived with Hestis guide the 4 folks into the building, and lead them up the 6 stories.
Nekura just kind of squints at the others who arrived. There's not much else for her to say.
Vayne stands relaxed while she waits, blade pointed at the ground, pistol aimed skyward, typically an inoffensive position to hold a firearm though against flying creatures maybe not so much. She taps a toe somewhat impatiently the tapping audible in the tense silence of the street. When the now demoted looking Hestis returns to deliver her lords commands, Vayne listens politely, her face expressing neither pleasure nor pity at Hestis's fall from grace, merely lofting a single eyebrow at the woman's scar. Her sword powers down, turning back into a mundane and charming little antique blade. She slides it into the sheath on her back and tucks her pistol away in its cross draw holster at her belt before giving Cassor a respectful nod . She motions the rest of the party to follow as she heads towards the tower entrance, hips swaying seductively as she walks twoards the new arrivals ready to be guided up the stairs to the presumptive meeting place, obviously it would be the top of the building. Dragons are like that. "Lets go." Is all she says as she follows the escort.
Myung catches sight of the fresh scar, but quickly catches himself staring and jerks his attention back to Cassor, bowing his head slightly in a polite nod without even meeting Hestis' eyes, figuring it best not to risk provoking her. He falls in line and follows after Vayne, looking considerably more wary of the meeting with this Bahenmut after seeing how he'd treated one of his own. "Hopefully he's more polite to visitors..." Myung mutters under his breath, finishing the thought aloud.
Simenio once again seem... quite surprised when he hears the dragons' ordered to let them go. He... finally relaxes his stance now, standing up straight once more and even straightening his lab coat a bit as he turns to face Myung and Nekura, giving them both a small grin. "That... turned out... m-much better than I th-thought it would...." He does cock his head at Hestis for a brief moment though, apparently more curious about how she was so quickly stripped of her rank... so much more curious, in fact, that he didn't even notice the new scar she apprently had. He quickly draws his eyes away and takes his place just behind Vayne once more, though, following her and their dragon escorts up the tower.
As the group climb the stairs, something not done often by the creaking noise's statements, it's clear that most of the 'apartments' this building housed were being used, though the pecking order seemed to be that the more important dragons in this tribe had higher apartments, with easier 'sky' access via hte windows and less obstructions in the way. The roof garden however, as they exit the fire excape door that no longer latched close quite right, the area almost looked like a private jungle had been erected on this roof. There was what looked to be an elevated platform made from scrap wood and such, and the armor HEstis had been wearing is shining dully on this platform. Near the feet of the much larger than normal Shadow Dragon sitting on what looked to be a throne-like seat. They had resting agaisnt on armrest an odd blade, which looked like the tool used to scratch Hestis's hip, as there was fresh blood on it. At a glance, one would think the Dragon on the throne was female, with the respectably sized brests on their chest, but the semi-erect cock between their legs, which obscured any possible sight of a pussy behind their balls implied that they were either a herm or male.
The 'Dragon Lord' was leaning back, fingers steepled in front of them as they watched the four approach. Their gaze flickered over each of them, though they lingered on Nekura for a short while, a almost predatory leer crossing their features, with the twitches of their growing erection becoming frequent and sharp in motion.
Well this is definitely somewhat weird though Nekura couldn't help thinking she was unsurprised to see how the housing is arranged or the fact the dragoness that was responsible for keeping them at the gates appears to have gotten a case of butthurt. Soon after though her attention turns to the other sexy dragoness, peering intently at their shaft, which is kind of hard to stop staring at. When the herm, or weirdly boobed male, looks her way in that manner she plays the innocent part and looks away bashfully from him, squirming in place, her face turning slightly pink on the cheeks.
Vayne walks up the stairs as though her escort were an honor guard. She meets any inquisitive looks with a lovely yet vaguely predatory little smile that was friendly in all the dangerous sort of ways. She emerges into the garden glancing around and making no effort to hide that she was impressed with what she saw and seemed to like the style and power of it. It's clear she gets what the lord is trying to convey with the display and approves. She approaches the last dozen her so yards meeting the dragons gaze, if it's directed at her, with her own. Deep violet eyes shining slightly in the way cat's eyes tend to do, her hips swaying as she walks, heels clicking against the roof top and tail swishing behind her in a lazy and off handedly seductive display. She stops a respectful distance away before having to be instructed to do so, and takes off her hat, sweeping an anachronistic yet oddly fitting bow to the Dragon lord. "Lord Bahhenmut, You honor us with this audience and we thank you for taking the time to see us." She stands from the bow, keeping her hat tucked under one arm, her triangular ears flicking slightly in the roof top breeze. "My name is Vayne, and these are my companions, Nekura, Myung and Simenio. We have been sent by... " judging by her expression she finds this next bit unpalatable, "...requested by the Zephyr tribe to entreat with you." She stands lightly, most of her weight on one leg, the other slightly out in front of her showing off a stance of both exquisite etiquette and a slender, athletic little curve of flank. She deliberately lets the lord see her gaze slide down to his cock as though she can't help it, and snaps her attention back to his face, the introductions over she awaits his response.
Myung's eyes wander around the peculiar redecorating job that the dragons had done on the roof before falling on the Dragon Lord and their throne... well, more their impressive rack, really. He tears his eyes away after a moment, not wanting to make a show of it, and finds a distraction in the dripping blade. The coyote's eyes narrow, connecting the dots... his ears lay flat against his skull, warier than ever. He steps off to the side of the group, murmuring a short warning in an effort not to draw attention. "... Vayne, you're not the only one with a scary-ass sword. Be careful around that knife, there's something more to it..." The coyote moves off to the side, masking the warning with a bow when he is introduced.
Simenio continues to stick close behind Vayne as they travel up the stairs, his eyes other down or on the tigress' back for the most part. When they do enter the rooftop garden, though, he can't help but let his gaze travel around the room, seeming... in a combination of awe and... simply appreciation for the impressive vegitation the dragons have managed to grow up here. He was... actually distracted for once in their mission, and he was so much so that he nearly bumped into Vayne when she came to a stop. He does step off to the side and... actually a bit forward when his name is mentioned, his eyes going down to the ground as he brings one foot behind him once more, his chest going down to just above his other knee. It isn't until now that he actually looks at the dragon lord, and... when he does he immediately blushes and looks back down to the ground. "Yes, we s-simply come as diplomats... as Vayne s-said, thank you for having us, Dr-Dragon Lord Bahenmut"
Behenmut smirks. "Diplomats? Christ, there's a term I haven't heard in, what, nearly a decade? So, what is it that Zephyr wants me to stop doing?" The voice is mostly masculine, but there's still a softer inflection to it. Leaning forward, the Dragon Lord rests an elbow on their knee, and smirks down at the 4 agents. "Then again, I might well, not let you 4 leave. I could use some new breeding bitches. Hestis here seems to enjoy it. Why else would she be set for a sixth one in only the year I've been running this tribe?" They say, grinning. "Hey, if your really lucky... You might not be left exclusively as a breeder either." The apparent idea of forcibly breaking the four agents to follow his bidding was apparently enough to get his cock to full mast, which gave a possible idea of his state of mind. Hestis, being the follower she was, just stood to the side, and glared daggers at Bahenmut without actually directly looking at them. The body language she was giving hinted at something, but it was difficult to say what without actually 'feeling' the tension in some fashion.
Nnnn, Nekura didn't want to admit to herself that the idea of being the drake's relief mechanism was pretty arousing. Despite her attempts though the dragoness ends up going a bit bow-legged and soon her fertile scent reaches out towards Behenmut even as the one making it starts to shuffle towards him. She kind of regrets not having her own hermcock now to help balance out her female self but then again she had been doing the plowing an awful lot. Besides, this isn't the first prime or prime-like mutant she's slept with. The dragoness's movements sashay and wiggle, trying to put on a show for the one whom she's now infatuated with. If she even sees the eyes that Hestis is giving him she doesn't indicate such and instead continues her forward movement, eyes locked on the throbbing girth.
