Pax RP

You find yourself able to remove your blades quite easily. But now that you've gotten nice and close, The Dragon aims to grab YOU.

((I uh... thought you would have taken those with you, Raven!))

((And I didn't mean to stab her in the first place. My own shock led my imagination to Raven letting go in surprise.))

Raven ducked in an attempt to avoid the massive, scaled arms that came towards her. She swerved, daggers in hand, frantically trying to focus her magic through them as she attempted to avoid the grappling dragon's arms.

Her magic laced the daggers, finally. With a quick movement, she tried to make an incision on under the dragon's jaw. If all went well, the daggers soul-fire ability would render it useless. Either way, she had to get out of there. Raven jumped backwards to try and get out of the dragon's reach, only to attempt to run around the side of the dragon and jump on its back.

She would get that scarf no matter what. Her plans would not be foiled!

Swix held the fluttering fabric of the fake skeletons cloak in one hand, and felt along the wall of the crack in a rocky cliff to see if she could figure out where the breeze was coming from.

The Artificer, simply content to watch what the mortal was thinking, hanged back whilst she investigated. If it was to work with her, it needed to know her capabilities after all.

When you dodged the first few claws at you, Tetsu became annoyed enough enough that she tried to smother you with her wings. Or... she would have, but then you went all knife happy and decided to cut her in the jaw.

The blade left a fair enough scratch that the Lady Dragon immediately realized the effects of your weapon. Now unable to move her mouth at all, the blue Dragon took a second to push it open and closed by claw. This was an inconvience.

Oddly enough though, you decided to get close once more, even hopping on her back. The Dragon had been pretty close to defeated when you charge-stabbed her in the chest. Now that you had let her catch her breath somewhat, she had one more idea to take care of you.

You quickly find claws pressed overtop of your own hands, clamping them to the blue scales of the Dragon's back. Then she simply lent back... until she lost balance.

You start looking around on the rock, searching for the mysterious source of fresh air. You eventually feel it on your face, a constant puff of pressure. You can see a vein of pebbles and dust winding through the stone- likely a crack that lead through to the other side.

'Oh no' Was Raven's primary thought. With only moments to react, she bent down and attempted to pull the scarf off with her mouth. This was going to hurt - but hopefully the dragon would stop attacking once it was off. All she could do was thank the Gods she wasn't human - though she'd probably break something.

The scarf was worth it, though.

Seeing the vein of pebbles and dust, Swix started digging into it. First with her bare hands, then with the four limbs of darkness helping as well.

((Assuming it's blocked, of course))

You clamp down on the red fabric with your teeth, pulling back with your neck in a last ditch attempt to claim your prize. The Dragon, (and you!), are going to fall, that's for certain. But at least you win right?

It seems to be tight. The knot slips a bit, but catches, and you begin to wonder if you've only made it worse. You are about to be squished, and have nothing to prove for it.

Then, with one last tug, the knot bursts free. Tetsu looks startled, the glowing steel grey of her eyes fading back to a vibrant teal in patches. By the time she seems somewhat back to her senses, and releases her clamp on your hands, she's already nearly horizontal.

You on the other hand succeeded. You triumphed where the others faltered, you survived becoming a frog, and killing one of your own. Sweet sweet victory... it felt almost like...

A Dragon landing on top of you.

Whump!

Tetsu-ko's long neck snapped back when she hit the ground, smacking you square in the nose, and pressing your prize into your face. To her credit, she moved about as fast as someone who had been stabbed, then realized that their best friend in the entire world had betrayed them, could have been expected to move. She rolled to the side weakly, getting off of you at the very least. Yet the damage had been mostly done. You pretty much have to deal with the effects of having a Dragon land on you and pressing the scarf onto you with her neck .

You feel the red fabric of your prize shift somewhat against your tongue. The texture seems... different somehow, and then to your horror, you feel it move. It seems to melt, squirming out, trying to get to your neck, while the two ends do the same, but move upward from your chest.

Now, you're in trouble.

Your digging seems to work quite well, as the gravel is really quite loose. Eventually, one of your limbs even pokes right through to the other side, causing a bit of a mini cascade to finish the rest off.

You now have a head-sized hole you can peer through. Of course, it's really quite dark on the other side, but now that you know one exists, it's worth a shot. You'll need to widen it a bit for you to get through.... but you should be proud of yourself.

Swix's eyes narrowed at seeing the darkness on the other side of the hole, but now knowing that there was a gap on the other side spurred her to dig faster, to widen the hole enough that she could get through it and get out of there.

'Yes!' Raven cheered mentally. Sure, she was about to be crushed by a dragon – but hey! She'd got the scarf. All her glorious plans were going to be realised. Victory was hers!

WHUMP!

Pain exploded on Raven's face as she felt her nose crack and break under the dragon. She tasted blood, felt it gushing from her nose. A pain in her ribs alerted her that one or two of them were at least fractured – well it seems she'd also need a healer after she killed the old man. She'd bring the dragon with her to get her fixed up – after all, she hadn't meant to hurt it that much. She didn't even notice the dragon rolling off – of course having a dragon landing on someone would make anyone a bit dazed.

Then she felt it. The scarf, squirming in her mouth. Writing on her body, trying to ensnare her neck. It's tips caressed her stomach, rising slowly, teasing, up her body. The middle, in her mouth, slid out, suddenly liquid in texture. It stroked her lips as it slid from her, feeling hot from being on the dragon's neck. The ends at her chest squirmed and stroked her breasts as it rose – Raven gasped, realising what was happening. She tried to pull it off, but it only pushed itself tighter onto her body, forcing itself onto her – trapping her as it slid itself around her neck.

With a final shiver, the scarf fixed itself to her neck and solidified. Her usually amethyst eyes slowly bled teal, and the scarf turned a soft, purple material. Were her eyes their usual colour it would have matched them perfectly.

Then it hit her. Raven loved that dragon more than anything in the world – the EC, her companions, power, lust, more than anything. It was the single best thing in her whole life, and she wanted to spend that life keeping it happy, safe and provided for. Guilt for hurting it hit her like a physical blow, churning her stomach while she forced herself to rise – blood covering her – to check on her best friend in the whole world.

She stood on her feet, no longer dazed and walked over to the dragon. Biting her lip with worry, she threw her arms around it's neck.
“I'm SO sorry for hurting you darling, I didn't mean to! I'm a terrible person. Please let me bring you to a healers to get you fixed up.â€

Had she been in a rational mind, she probably would have realised that said Dragon was probably not overly fond of her – let alone of her touching it like that. Unfortunately, she'd been ensnared by the very object she'd sought. How disappointing – not that she realised.

The injured blue Dragon slowly rises to it's clawed feet, unaware of the magical after effects of her bodyslam. She's at a complete loss of what has happened over the last couple days. She had acted so... naive, as if this old man had been the only friend she had, when he really was using her to his own means.Tricking her

Lying.

The Dragon growled, aware of the fact she couldn't seem to open her mouth. It had to be the woman's knife attack, back when she was fighting for him. Still, she could deal with the woman later. There was more pressing matters of immediate revenge to be had.

The Dragon spread her wings, flapping powerfully once. Her target knew immediately she was going to rush him, and he had no chance of fleeing in time. Before she could take off however, a peculiar thing happened.

“I'm SO sorry for hurting you darling, I didn't mean to! I'm a terrible person. Please let me bring you to a healers to get you fixed up.”

Tetsu snorted, tilting her head down to look at the demoness hanging from her neck. She was certainly less hostile. She considered it to be a trick until she saw the now lilac colored scarf tied neatly around her neck, and dazzling teal eyes to match the Dragons. She was no idiot- giving the loose idea of the artifact's powers over her, and how quickly it seemed to attach itself to her ex-foe, Tetsu could tie together an idea of how it worked.

That opened up possibilities.

She wagged a finger, to the healer idea, then thrust her head towards the stunned old man. Her new servant should be able to peace it together. Rather than flying over, she stomped quickly so Raven could continue to hang on if she so wanted. Backup was appreciated, he could have more magic tucked away up his sleeves.

"Now... ladies... Let's be reasona- Hurk!"

The Dragon hooked the old man by the front of his robes, lifting him into the air and up to her jaws. She growled, directly into his face, before throwing him down to her new "friend's" feet. He would certainly try to explain himself. But how long her new ally and herself allowed him to do that was a different matter.

Your tendrils catch on either side of ragged rock, prying, wiggling, and pulling the stony barricade apart. More and more of the darkness reveals itself to you as light gets through- it seems to be a corkscrewing path, curling steadily upward.

You now have enough room you can try and squeeze through. The rock on either end is pretty firm, you may not be able to pull much more apart.

Raven quite enjoyed swinging from the dragon's neck. A smile lit up her face - her best friend was letting her hug her. This was such a great day. Then she saw the old man - and she remembered. She remembered how he'd forced her wonderful friend to fight her - getting hurt as a result. She remember - although less important - that he was trying to hurt Swix.

Raven saw red. No one hurt the people she loved. With a sneer she released herself from her companions neck. Then - with a slight grimace as her ribs protested - she bend down and grabbed his neck, pulling him up till he was dangling by his throat. She spread her feet and raised a hand sharply.
"Qanu." She growled - a conical pyramid shot from the ground to encase the old man.

She would learn all his secrets, and he would suffer before she granted him death. How dare he hurt what was hers.

"So," She drawled, eyes narrowed to a spiteful glare. "Tell me why you thought attacking my companions was a good idea?"