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The two figures stared at each other in silence long into the night. Logan lay sprawled on a wall of the cave chamber, his usable right hand defensively clutching his left arm as he stared at the reptile staring right back. After the dragon had freed him Logan had pulled his weapon from the dragon’s flesh and as quickly as possible crawled backwards on his feet to the relative safety of the cavern’s edge. The wyrm had thoughtfully lit a bonfire in front of the hunter and left, then returned shortly thereafter with some leaves and Logan’s own saddle pack, which it offered to the hunter.
“Might want to wrap that up before you bleed to death.” The dragon stated.
Without letting go of his sword, Logan snatched away the pack and with constant glances at the wyrm, pulled out a piece of linen, tore it to a long strip and wrapped around his wound, finally hoisting it upon his shoulder to create a sling. The dragon stared back at the hunter for a while, then shrugged and moved over to the fire, picking some meat out of its teeth and before cleaning its own bloody paw wound with its tongue.
Now silence pervaded the cave as Logan painfully repositioned his stiffening arm and waited for the wyrm’s next response. The dragon appeared restless and uneasy, wincing as it unconvincingly focused on lapping at its injury, and the hunter was not surprised when the creature finally looked up to speak to him again.
“So, lad, you usually invade other people’s homes?” The dragon finally asked.
Logan laughed. “Hey I’m not a child. I’m twenty-three-if I was a peasant, I’d be dead. And my name is Logan Durham of Lynchburg.”
“Fair enough. I am Meratezagth Sreasnesail Dseadesafe.” The dragon pronounced a sound like it was trying to laugh and clear out some mucus at the same time.
The reptile returned to licking its wound.
“Tell me more about yourself, Logan Durham.”
“I’d rather sit in silence, thanks very much.”
“Suit yourself.”
Another hour of silence followed, as Logan watched the flames flicker as he idly drew geometric shapes on the ground with his sword.
“How did you learn how to speak Auxian?” The hunter finally asked.
“Why? I don’t pretend to be amazed at your speaking ability” Came the response.
“I’m curious.”
“Ah yes.” The creature with the unpronounceable name smiled smugly. “About time. You people cannot shut up for long periods of time, always want to talk, always want to know more.”
The reptile stopped its ministrations, looked at its paw and satisfied with the results, tightly wrapped some of the leaves around the wound, binding the wound closed.
“Very well, to satisfy your curiosity, you may ask me a few questions.”
Logan shrugged.
“So mighty demon beast, how do you know Auxian?”
“That’s a long story. I’ll go into it later, once I know you more.”
“Hmph. How many years have you resided in this world since when you spawned from the depths of hell? Two hundred years? Two thousand?”
“I hatched from an egg, thank you very much, though I am not that young as well. I am forty-two. That’d make me about twenty in dragon years.”
“Are you a boy dragon or a girl dragon?”
“I am male.”
“Great. So you won’t be hatching any more demons to slay.”
The dragon chuckled.
“Well then, now for my own questions, Logan Durham of Lynchburg.” The wyrm rested his head on a bent arm. “Why did you come to my house and try to kill me? To make off with my wealth? What business have you here?”
Despite his own suboptimal health, Logan proudly rose up to his feet. “I am here to make this world a better place by killing you.”
Mera looked at him dryly. “I see.”
“I am a professional hunter of monsters in Nalbin. I travel this cruel and chaotic world to rid it of foul creatures that devour and kill innocent men, women and children. Creatures such as yourself.”
This time the dragon broke into laughter.
“Forgive me, but sometimes I lack faith in how humans are such favorites of the heavens.”
“You deny killing and eating humans who have done nothing to you?”
“No. Neither do I deny killing and eating deer who have done nothing to me. I am a dragon. This is my land from the highest point of the Southern Ranges to the rivers South and East of here and the next mountain to the West. I was here first.”
“And you just expect people to know your lands and obey them?”
“Yes. I marked my boundaries clearly. It’s not my fault you guys don’t pay attention.”
“Ugh. I probably should have told you to kill me instead of listening to this drivel.” Logan muttered to himself as he sat back down.
“Just another story, Logan, just another story.”
Human and dragon seethed at each other, mutually angered and repulsed by the other’s demeanor.
After another long silence the dragon broke it with another question.
“And who have you killed?”
Logan shrugged. “I’ve killed wolves, goblins, panthers, griffins, and a variety of other creatures. Anything you ask for. I can track anything. I’ve traversed these hills and forests in search of monsters for years. And I know how they die.”
“Any of my people?”
“One. A young one.”
The dragon nodded knowingly, though with a small, sad smile.
“Well, you are a brave and truthful-if also a proud and foolish- human, Logan Durham. I can respect that.”
“Glad I have an adversary that knows about honor and respect, Merasdgu-. What was your name again?”
“Meratezatgh.”
Logan frowned. “Well it is not a good name for you; I couldn’t say it myself. How about if I just call you Dragon?”
“How about if I call you human?” The M-starting named dragon retorted.
“Fine.” Logan thought for a second “How about if I call you Drago? Or Drakon?”
“That’s just dragon in Classical. You aren’t very original are you?”
“Well it makes your name easy to remember. How about Flameheart?”
The dragon sighed. “Fine. Make it Mera. For you I will make an exception.”
“Mera it is then.”
“Haha. Something we can agree on. Well then let’s have some more.”
The dragon sprawled itself over on the ground like a cat in front of the hunter still sitting there.
“Just as you admit to being curious about my past, I’ll admit to being a little curious about yours. Tell me a little more about yourself and how you ended up challenging me at my own door, and I’ll tell you how I learned Auxian. It’ll pass the time.”
The hunter sighed, “Really want to know eh?”
“No more than what you wanted to know. We have all night.”
“Alright.”
Logan again stood up, cleared his throat, and with a hand to his chest began:
“I am not a good person. I’ve stolen, cheated, lied, gambled and danced. I’ve killed two people. I’ve been a disobedient child and fought many times with my family, a bunch of sheepherders. Afterwards, things got worse. I became a scholar, but quickly found my real passion was a hunter. A professional killer. I quickly learned to kill monstrosities of creation after some of them killed my parents on a cool fall night years ago. Since then I’ve taken up this higher calling when I hear it, to rid the world of evil. Some can do that by becoming priests and devoting their lives to saving the soul their masses. Well good for them-I save their bodies, for a fee. And-”
“Please.” Mera interrupted. He did not look impressed at the introduction. “Get on with it.”
Logan stopped. “I like to have some literary license.” The hunter threw up his good hand and then sat down again. “Fine, I’ll tell you how it all began.”
The Kinks - Strangers
From
purple-blep! She deserves more followers, give her a watch!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46160147/
The two figures stared at each other in silence long into the night. Logan lay sprawled on a wall of the cave chamber, his usable right hand defensively clutching his left arm as he stared at the reptile staring right back. After the dragon had freed him Logan had pulled his weapon from the dragon’s flesh and as quickly as possible crawled backwards on his feet to the relative safety of the cavern’s edge. The wyrm had thoughtfully lit a bonfire in front of the hunter and left, then returned shortly thereafter with some leaves and Logan’s own saddle pack, which it offered to the hunter.
“Might want to wrap that up before you bleed to death.” The dragon stated.
Without letting go of his sword, Logan snatched away the pack and with constant glances at the wyrm, pulled out a piece of linen, tore it to a long strip and wrapped around his wound, finally hoisting it upon his shoulder to create a sling. The dragon stared back at the hunter for a while, then shrugged and moved over to the fire, picking some meat out of its teeth and before cleaning its own bloody paw wound with its tongue.
Now silence pervaded the cave as Logan painfully repositioned his stiffening arm and waited for the wyrm’s next response. The dragon appeared restless and uneasy, wincing as it unconvincingly focused on lapping at its injury, and the hunter was not surprised when the creature finally looked up to speak to him again.
“So, lad, you usually invade other people’s homes?” The dragon finally asked.
Logan laughed. “Hey I’m not a child. I’m twenty-three-if I was a peasant, I’d be dead. And my name is Logan Durham of Lynchburg.”
“Fair enough. I am Meratezagth Sreasnesail Dseadesafe.” The dragon pronounced a sound like it was trying to laugh and clear out some mucus at the same time.
The reptile returned to licking its wound.
“Tell me more about yourself, Logan Durham.”
“I’d rather sit in silence, thanks very much.”
“Suit yourself.”
Another hour of silence followed, as Logan watched the flames flicker as he idly drew geometric shapes on the ground with his sword.
“How did you learn how to speak Auxian?” The hunter finally asked.
“Why? I don’t pretend to be amazed at your speaking ability” Came the response.
“I’m curious.”
“Ah yes.” The creature with the unpronounceable name smiled smugly. “About time. You people cannot shut up for long periods of time, always want to talk, always want to know more.”
The reptile stopped its ministrations, looked at its paw and satisfied with the results, tightly wrapped some of the leaves around the wound, binding the wound closed.
“Very well, to satisfy your curiosity, you may ask me a few questions.”
Logan shrugged.
“So mighty demon beast, how do you know Auxian?”
“That’s a long story. I’ll go into it later, once I know you more.”
“Hmph. How many years have you resided in this world since when you spawned from the depths of hell? Two hundred years? Two thousand?”
“I hatched from an egg, thank you very much, though I am not that young as well. I am forty-two. That’d make me about twenty in dragon years.”
“Are you a boy dragon or a girl dragon?”
“I am male.”
“Great. So you won’t be hatching any more demons to slay.”
The dragon chuckled.
“Well then, now for my own questions, Logan Durham of Lynchburg.” The wyrm rested his head on a bent arm. “Why did you come to my house and try to kill me? To make off with my wealth? What business have you here?”
Despite his own suboptimal health, Logan proudly rose up to his feet. “I am here to make this world a better place by killing you.”
Mera looked at him dryly. “I see.”
“I am a professional hunter of monsters in Nalbin. I travel this cruel and chaotic world to rid it of foul creatures that devour and kill innocent men, women and children. Creatures such as yourself.”
This time the dragon broke into laughter.
“Forgive me, but sometimes I lack faith in how humans are such favorites of the heavens.”
“You deny killing and eating humans who have done nothing to you?”
“No. Neither do I deny killing and eating deer who have done nothing to me. I am a dragon. This is my land from the highest point of the Southern Ranges to the rivers South and East of here and the next mountain to the West. I was here first.”
“And you just expect people to know your lands and obey them?”
“Yes. I marked my boundaries clearly. It’s not my fault you guys don’t pay attention.”
“Ugh. I probably should have told you to kill me instead of listening to this drivel.” Logan muttered to himself as he sat back down.
“Just another story, Logan, just another story.”
Human and dragon seethed at each other, mutually angered and repulsed by the other’s demeanor.
After another long silence the dragon broke it with another question.
“And who have you killed?”
Logan shrugged. “I’ve killed wolves, goblins, panthers, griffins, and a variety of other creatures. Anything you ask for. I can track anything. I’ve traversed these hills and forests in search of monsters for years. And I know how they die.”
“Any of my people?”
“One. A young one.”
The dragon nodded knowingly, though with a small, sad smile.
“Well, you are a brave and truthful-if also a proud and foolish- human, Logan Durham. I can respect that.”
“Glad I have an adversary that knows about honor and respect, Merasdgu-. What was your name again?”
“Meratezatgh.”
Logan frowned. “Well it is not a good name for you; I couldn’t say it myself. How about if I just call you Dragon?”
“How about if I call you human?” The M-starting named dragon retorted.
“Fine.” Logan thought for a second “How about if I call you Drago? Or Drakon?”
“That’s just dragon in Classical. You aren’t very original are you?”
“Well it makes your name easy to remember. How about Flameheart?”
The dragon sighed. “Fine. Make it Mera. For you I will make an exception.”
“Mera it is then.”
“Haha. Something we can agree on. Well then let’s have some more.”
The dragon sprawled itself over on the ground like a cat in front of the hunter still sitting there.
“Just as you admit to being curious about my past, I’ll admit to being a little curious about yours. Tell me a little more about yourself and how you ended up challenging me at my own door, and I’ll tell you how I learned Auxian. It’ll pass the time.”
The hunter sighed, “Really want to know eh?”
“No more than what you wanted to know. We have all night.”
“Alright.”
Logan again stood up, cleared his throat, and with a hand to his chest began:
“I am not a good person. I’ve stolen, cheated, lied, gambled and danced. I’ve killed two people. I’ve been a disobedient child and fought many times with my family, a bunch of sheepherders. Afterwards, things got worse. I became a scholar, but quickly found my real passion was a hunter. A professional killer. I quickly learned to kill monstrosities of creation after some of them killed my parents on a cool fall night years ago. Since then I’ve taken up this higher calling when I hear it, to rid the world of evil. Some can do that by becoming priests and devoting their lives to saving the soul their masses. Well good for them-I save their bodies, for a fee. And-”
“Please.” Mera interrupted. He did not look impressed at the introduction. “Get on with it.”
Logan stopped. “I like to have some literary license.” The hunter threw up his good hand and then sat down again. “Fine, I’ll tell you how it all began.”
The Kinks - Strangers
From
purple-blep! She deserves more followers, give her a watch!Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46160147/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 965px
File Size 227.3 kB
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