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This thread is for Brelsotr and Onyx's 1x1. Unless you are either person, please do not post. If you have questions, please PM one of us. Thank you. |
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Do you want me to start, or would you rather start? |
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Kurûvešht groaned as he woke up, feeling groggy and tired, and he also felt like he had been slammed by something ridiculously heavy. The night before, he had been swiftly climbing the Juvorna Mountains, a granite mountain range which housed the gargantuan cavern belonging to the infamous royal dragoness known as Pilikua the Pampered, or Pilikua the Insatiable, a dragonelle rumored to be as tall as a small mountain, and as heavy as the biggest ones. He didnt know why he had been wandering for as long as he had, nor did he understand why now, he had a sudden urge to come here. So he had begun to climb the immense mountain, only to be knocked out by something extremely heavy. Back to the present moment, he smelled the scent of a dragoness, and it did not take long for him to figure out where he was, especially on gazing at the lavish adornments in the cave, along with the pattering of many feet in the corridors of the cavern, and several portraits of a beautiful, yet corpulent dark blue dragoness with a sapphire blue stomach, and exotic eyes of topaz yellow, reclining on several elaborate dais, decked out in elaborate jewelry, and being pampered and fed by servants aplenty. The den of Pilikua the Insatiable... Kurûvešht took in a shaky, rattled breath, worried about his safety. Though no one had seen this infamous dragoness, her reputation for being an immensely spoiled brat had spread far and wide, and it made her rather unpredictable. What did Pilikua have planned for him, he wondered... |
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Even though Pilikua was reclining on her dais, she felt kind of embarrassed, if she was being honest with herself. She'd gone hunting, and whacked what she could have sworn was a large prey animal with her tail, but when she'd gotten closer, it hadn't been prey at all. It had been a skinny dragon. She'd been slightly worried about whether or not he'd wake up or not so she had brought him to her den, where she had been watching him for a while. His scales were interesting, with a red that was almost brown and white strips and flecks throughout that accented his spikes and claws. He was a spindly thing, though. To her relief, he had woken up, but now, she was trying to figure out a way to talk to him, or at least apologize, and not make him hate her. He looked like a nice dragon.. And she was so lonely. Nobody ever stayed for long. But maybe this one would be different. Pilikua played with the idea that maybe she would have to nurse the poor dragon back to health and during that time, he'd come to like her, and she him. Maybe - and this was just wishful thinking on her part - but maybe, they could even start a family. First things first, she thought, giving a sigh and heaving her immense bulk onto her feet. Snatching a nice, large carcass from one of her many, many piles in her fat riddled jaws, she slowly dragged it towards him, dropping it in front of his nose. "Welcome," she greeted him, her eyes glittering. "How are you feeling? I do hope you are alright." The corpulent blue dragoness sat, or did what the equivalent of sitting was for her, watching him intently. |
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Kurûvešht watched as Pilikua dropped the carcass in front of him before sitting down as best as she could, her soft, scaly blubber practically pooling in every direction. As she greeted him in the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, with its sirenic, almost angelic qualities, his heart practically melted. Despite her corpulent form, she had the most beautiful scales on the planet, as well as an enchanting, almost hypnotizing voice. His heart was beating a mile a second, having become instantly smitten by Pilikua. "I... I'm doing alright... I know... you didn't mean... to hurt me... I... um... I'm Kurûvešht... I do apologize for trespassing on your land... it was just my absent-minded climbing and looking around... thanks for the food, Lady Pilikua..." Kurûvešht stammered, his cheeks having gone flush with embarrassment and underlying attraction towards the corpulent dragoness... for him, it was love at first sight. He just hoped that Pilikua didn't make fun of his scales. The last thing he wanted was another drake or drakina making fun of him for his scales, which were the exact same colors as that of a Ayrshire cow. He even had a small spot of pink on his underbelly that was the exact spot of an udder if he was a cow... |
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"Kurûvešht is a nice name," she replied to the dragon in front of her. At his next statement, Pilikua tilted her large head slightly. "Trespassing? Honestly, as long as no one tries to steal anything from in here, I don't mind trespassers." She gave the small dragon a toothy grin. "I need to be more careful about who or what I'm whacking on the head, I suppose. Eyes aren't entirely what they used to be," she chuckled. Pilikua wasn't entirely sure if the dragon was genuinely scared of her, just intimidated by her size, or nervous because they didn't know each other. Either way, he seemed pretty shaken up, what with all the stammering. "So, do you like sight-seeing, Kurûvešht? The mountains are pretty this time of year." She thought for a moment before adding, "Are you from around here? I haven't seen you before, but I don't really get out much, either." She hoped the small talk would help this dragon relax; nervous dragons made her jittery at times as well. |
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At Pilikua's statement of her being comfortable with strangers coming on her territory, Kurûvešht began to breathe a little more calmly, taking solace in the fact that he was finally safe on another's land for once in his lifetime. Kurûvešht shook his head as she asked if he was from around her territory. "While I do like sightseeing, no, I'm not from around here... I don't remember where I was hatched, but I do remember how much wandering I've done all of these years. I've seen many things, buildings of immaculate construction, dragons of all types... but you, Lady Pilikua, are extraordinary." Kurûvešht stated truthfully, unable to conceal a prominent blush, revealing how smitten he was with Pilikua, even as a very big fart came from her behind. |
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At Kuruvesht's blush, the large female's heart fluttered. She could see that he was telling the truth about wandering for a long time, since he was so skinny. With an almost embarrassed smile, she replied, "And you are one of the most polite guests I've had in a long time. But I'm sure you must be tired and hungry after your travels..." She thought for a moment, deciding on what to say. "If you'd like, you can stay here for a while. I have plenty of room, though it might not look like it," she grinned kindly. |
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Kurûvešht nodded in understanding. "I don't think I have the power to say no, ma'am..." Kurûvešht admitted. For Kurûvešht, it was strange, being as smitten with Pilikua as he was. He wasn't one for love at first sight, but with Pilikua, he just couldn't help it. It was like Cupid had fired an arrow at his heart, and it pierced all the way through, infecting him with the most wonderful feelings he had ever felt. For once in his life, he felt safe, he felt like he had a purpose, and that purpose was to be by Pilikua's flabby side... |
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Summer Month: 2 
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