{Shelby} Dragon's Sacrifice {Chaotic Cello}

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Amara's eyes narrowed as she laughed at him. Really, what was so funny at what he said? Maybe she was laughing at her own ignorance in the matter? No. There was becoming mocking. She was laughing at him.

His brow rose as the laughing ceased, clearly waiting to be told to joke. His expression quickly became one off bafflement. "But..." He blinked. "If those are the chicken eggs...And you don't lay eggs...I.." He didn't understand at all. There was no way he could have been wrong about this and ignorant for 3,000 years. He shook his head. "Where do the hatchlings--little ones---grow before they hatch or whatever you call it? They just can't appear! There has to be an egg. " He was speaking frantically and waving his hands around as he spoke, distressed by this notion. Everything except plants came from eggs--and those came from seeds. Which were like eggs. There is no other way. What this human was saying flipped the rules of the universe around!

His head then snapped up and his ams crossed. "You have to be lying to me." He words were sharp, but not mean. Just stubborn. Stubborn in a refusal to accept something he simply couldn't wrap his mind around.
 
"My Gods." Myla pinched the bridge of her nose as she shook her head after realizing just how ignorant Amara was about the human reproductive system. Then again, she didn't know much about the dragon's and if things worked... Differently. However, she at least would have thought he would have known that the eggs the chickens kept were the chicken's eggs. "I am not lying," she spoke, dropping her hand and placing both of them at her side, trying to figure out a way where she could accurately explain how this whole process of human development worked.

She wasn't that knowledgeable about the subject either, but ever since the idea of marriage and reproducing was brought to her once she became of age, her mother did nothing but tell her of what to expect, what she should do, and how she should act in the situations. A red tint danced across her cheeks once again, but she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "We stay in the womb of our mothers." Her words were deliberate, almost coming out a bit slow. "It gives in nutrients, oxygen, and just overall things that enable us to live, all the while keeping us warm and safe, unless the mother does nothing to keep the child healthy... So, for about nine months we grow and develop in there, until it is time for the mother to give birth, much like you're kind I assume, except instead of an egg, and actual little human is brought into the world. So yes, we do just 'appear' in a sense that when we leave our mother, we are still not trapped." Oh, just thinking about this got her flustered and made her feel uncomfortable, especially with having to explain this to him, a male.

Unconsciously as she spoke about the matter, Myla's hands had traveled to her own stomach, her hands splayed out across the flat area.
 
Amara watched her silently as she explained; a look of disbelief plastered on his face as she explained. Not all of her words he understood and he had a feeling that she might not understand it either...but he got the gist of it. The only problem was he simply didn't like her answer. He wanted to like it and be amused by her embarrassment (that he couldn't fanthom why she had in the first place). But her words it contridicted his long held beliefs. He couldn't have that.

He took a breath. "So you are saying hatchling lives in your tummy?" He shook his head "That is dumb. Too soft. Won't protect the un-hutached hatchling like an egg." He raised his chin and stared ger in the eye, "We just got to agree to disagree on this."

There. It was taken care of. Humans still come from eggs. This girl won't change that. And he wasn't going to give her an opportunity to try to change it again. He shifted so he was no longer leaning against the wall, but rather laying down ontop of the furs. Grabbing one next to him, he took it and tried to cover himself like a blanket. The fur unfortunately (despite being quite large) being much to small for his large frame and only extended frin his shoulders to his knees--leaving his bare feet and shin exposed.

He rolled over so that her was on his side, with his back to the wall, and closed his eyes tight. This scrunched his face and made him look like a child pretending to be asleep. Amara was, apparently, not above childish antics to keep his denial.
 
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As the dragon childishly covered himself with the furs, curling himself into a little ball as he played like he was sleeping, more than likely hoping that she would completely blow off the topic, Myla's jaw went slack with disbelief. How could he easily just disregard everything that she had said as if she was speaking in a different tongue or speaking of a folklore that could no way be possible? Oh, this beast was beginning to become more and more frustrating to the women as she continued to listen and watch him, his ways and words not at all making any sense to her. He didn't listen to reason, only going off of what he thought was right while not wanting to listen to the other side with an open mind. How dare he!

Yet, wasn't this what she did to the people in her village? Disregard what they told her on how she needed to act more like a woman and less like a disgruntled teenager who refused to listen to their parents?

A frustrated groan escaped her mouth as she pinched the bridge of her nose again. "No, not agree to disagree. Humans do not hatch from eggs, plain and simple." Despite how he probably wasn't listening, she still spoke, her eyes narrowed as she kept her eyes on him, her legs moving closer to him in the process. She found herself at the bottom of the pile of furs, her hands on her hips. "You are a child, despite how old you actually are."
 
Amara heard her words, but pretended he didn't. He considered fake snoring, but that idea was quickly thrown out. He didn't want to mock her. Just end the discussion. Because he was right and she was simply....misguided. And there was no way she was going to listen to him. This way he simply didn't have to deal with it anymore. It was being called a child that made him open his eyes.

"I am not a hatchling!" He huffed. "I was just...trying to end the conversation in a way where we both win." That wasn't true, but he wasn't about ready to tell her otherwise. Especially afer calling him a child. She didn't know a thing about him! It wasn't an insult...but he still didn't like it.
 
"Says the beast who is hiding under the furs like a scared pup." Myla snorted before she turned her back to Amara. "Believe what you want; I care not for what you don't want to believe, nor do I care to partake in any of your childish games. If you don't want to believe the truth, then so be it. This just proves how ignorant you are of us humans, which, in my opinion, is sad, given how long you have been on this earth." She turned her head back to look at him slightly, but after she had finished speaking she walked off and headed back over to the entrance of the cave.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of the sunlight that was beginning to dwindle down as day was slowly turning into night, the bring yellowing of the sun now turning into a deep orange color. Odd, apparently she had been here much longer than she had suspected. And entire day basically, and all she had done was argue with the beast. What a waste, but what could she have done other wise? Nothing.

She didn't completely leave the cave, but instead stayed within the mouth of it, her eyes heading back to the sword she had seen before. Despite her better judgement, she moved over to it, reaching her hand out to run her fingers across the blade, her skin shivering at the touch of it. It was smooth, still sharp, as if the one wielding it before had never used it before. Honestly, she would not have been surprised of the fact since she knew all too well of how knights would demand for all new swords and other weapons when readying themselves for an upcoming battle. Pathetic. Nevertheless, she could not keep her mind off of how beautifully created the sword was, but she wondered if she could kill Amara with that, as well as with his gold.

While she had talked to him, judged that he maybe not be as ruthless as she had originally thought, he was still a dragon, one that needed to be killed, and she need to show that she could actually be of worth to the village. She just had to wait for the best opportunity to strike, but it would also call for some planning on her part. She needed a plan...

"Hmm..." Her eyes narrowed as she thought, but quickly the thought was pushed to the back of her mind as her stomach began to rumble, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since this morning, reminding her that she needed to consume something. She grumbled something under her breath before putting a hand on her stomach at that moment, cursing it. Where was she supposed to get food?
 
Amara let out a low growl at being called a frightened pup, but said nothing further to her. The rest of the words he only half listened to before turning around himself.

He was now facing the wall--leaving his back to Myla and forced himself to curl into a smaller ball. It was seemingly impossible, but he managed to force himself into a postion that only left his toes peaking out of the fur. His knees were touching his chest, and his arms had to be wrapped around them so they would stay in place. It was a little uncomfortable, but he fit.

And he was doing so because he wasn't completely ignorant of humans like Myla claimed. He knew that she would probably seek the comfort and warmth of the furs at some point to escape the cold of the night. He also knew that she wouldn't want to be near him. So he curled up into as small a ball he could to leave room for her. If she decided to lie down on or snuggle into the furs, she could easily have a four foot buffer space between them. So there. He knew something of humans.

It was with a satisfied smile that he closed his eyes to fall asleep. For real this time. He knew she was by the entrance, but wasn't concerned. She wouldn't get far in the dark. So it was easy enough or him to relax into this odd sleeping postion (that was nothing like his preferred one in his dragon form) and slip into a light sleep.
 
Sighing, Myla braved it enough to actually head to the opening of the cave, a cold biting wind whipping past as she entered the outside. While the cave was fairly large and more than widely open, it had still been stifling in there. Besides, she couldn't really stand to being one place for long periods time, or at least she didn't like to be contained inside a house all day without getting some type of fresh air. That was another thing the villagers put against her; her inability to say in a house, a place that was deemed the women's place. Oh, she hated that statement...

Crossing her arms over each other to try and warm herself up, she watched as the sun disappeared behind a few clouds, soon after going behind the trees, bringing stars to appear in the sky, the moon beginning to rise on the other side. No matter how she thought it, it was beautiful, and for what ever reason this place had some what of a peacefulness about it. Maybe it was just the vantage point she had. Dark spots representing the trees poked out in her vision, the sounds of birds beginning to dwindle down as they soon found their own nest to fall asleep in, to hide from predators that would more than likely start making their rounds around their territory soon in hopes of finding a meal in the night. It was... Nature, something that was beautiful, yet confusing all the while, just like this situation she found herself in. Well, not so much as beautiful as it was confusing. Why had Amara not killed her? What use did she have for him?

He had never answered the question when she asked him, other than stating that she was his treasure, but that didn't settle well within Myla. She was a human, something that feared dragons naturally, and he was a dragon, something that probably just naturally wanted to kill humans. It just didn't make any sense to her.

She stayed outside for a while, just pondering on her own thoughts, going over in her head of ways that she could trick the beast and kill him, but she still had yet to think of a plan that would even have a chance or working in her favor, or at least having one that would give her a chance of escape. She wasn't confident about anything she had planned, but she knew eventually she would come of with something. She just had to if she wanted to be respected, as well if she wanted to get out of his place. But soon the cold became too much for her. Without the sun to bring the heat, Myla found herself shivering outside, which ultimately made her decide that it was time for her to head back inside. And just like last, her eyes peered at the sword, knowing that it would get put to some use in the near future, but not yet. She would do it some justice.

Moving her arms up and down against each other, Myla stopped when she caught sight of the beast on the mound of furs, tilting her head as she watched him sleep. The rise and fall of his chest, his soft breathing was the only indication that he wasn't acting, but watching him just made her realize all the more how tired she had was, making her yawn as she made her way over to the furs. Frowning, she tried to take one of the furs from the pile, not wanting to lye next to the dragon, but when her attempts of trying to take a random pelt from the pile failed, making her even more tired, she gave into her ways and climbed up and laid down in the spot that seemed to be left for her. Another sigh escaped her lips as she situated herself, getting as comfortable as her nerves would let her, and closed her eyes, falling asleep.
 
Amara awoke a little before dawn. He normally slept much longer, but it was cut short due to his uncomfortable positioning. He had uncurled slightly in his sleep, but otherwise he was still in a ball.

He simply layed in place for along moment before sitting up. His joints and muscles protested as he streched out before his eyes flickered to Myla. He couldn't be forcing himself to sleep like that every night for her. The way the furs were piled were perfect when it was just him, but now he supposed he would have to change the arrangement--unless she suddenly became willing to snuggle with him or his dragon form.

He smiled and snorted at the thought before standing up. He slowly and carefully manuvered his way out of the pile, trying his best not to wake the human up. His eyes flickered around the room, thinking about possibilities before he gave up and walked to the cave entrance to watch the sunrise. He will come up with sonething and fix it later.
 
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Throughout the night her sleep had been restless Full with thoughts of her family, full of thoughts of Amara, it had taken a few hours for her to actually lose consciousness, but even when she had made it to that state did her dreams plague her mind, unable to let her calm down. She didn't know if she could be killed in her sleep, and the fact that even in her unconscious state she was still fully aware of the dragon that slept only four feet away from her. Too close for comfort, but it's not like she could do much about the situation.

So when Amara had woken up and moved around, Myla also had, though she kept her eyes close as he left the pile, her eyes peeking open ever so slightly as she watched his retreating figure. She closed her eyes back, wondering if she was going to be able to actually let herself get a little sleep now that he was away, but as Myla continued to lay there, she knew she wouldn't be going back to sleep and get more rest. The very thought made her groan in irritation a she sat up, bones cracking as she stretched, her back and neck sore from having been in an uncomfortable position. Gods, she wouldn't be able to sleep if she had to keep doing this. Maybe she could convince him to make her a separate bed? Doubtful, but maybe it was worth a shot.

She pulled the pins that held her hair together out, running a hand through the wavy mass of hair, pieces falling into her face before she pushed them back, before she headed to the entrance of the cave where she saw the beast head to. This is why she normally kept her hair up; the stray locks would bother her constantly, but she refused to cut her hair. That, if anything, was one thing she agreed that women should take pride in, and it was their hair, as odd as that sounded.

The sunrise could be seen from where she stood, though she stood about a foot away from Amara. The sight was almost captivating, and it even brought a little smile to Myla's face, but when her stomach growled again she sighed. "I may not know how you dragon's work, but us humans have to eat, and fairly often," she spoke up, irritation laced in her voice.
 
Amara didn't hear her approach him, his mind fully focused on the beauty of the rising sun, so when she spoke it surprised him. He jumped in the air, before his head whirled in her direction. It was her luck that he was incapable of breathing fire in his humanoid form. Because in his surprise he blew out in attempt. Needless to say dragons did not like being snuck up on.

Blinking he realized it was juat Myla. "I...umm..didn't see you there." He then heard her compliant. The matter of hunting was fairly simple for him. "For dragons it depends on what form we are in. I last ate in my true form and have been spending a lot of time in this smaller one. I won't need food for a while...maybe a week." He explained and then his head tilted "I can go get you something...but how often is often?" He asked.
 
Myla flinched back as he jumped, afraid that he would retaliate from being snuck up on, despite how she had no intentions of startling the best. When she saw him do nothing though, other than jump and turn to look at her, blowing breath in her direction, her tensed muscles relaxed and a sigh of relief escaped her. Note to self, make her presence known before she did something around him, least he actually do something to hurt her unlike this time.

"Sorry." She rubbed the back of her neck, turning her gaze to look else where before she turned to look back at him, a look of surprise entering into her eyes. He wouldn't have to eat for an entire week? How could his stomach be the same in his humanoid form as it was in his dragon form? Yep, this beast was definitely a bewilderment. "Often as in... At least two times a day. Maybe. Sometime some people dot' even get that..." It was sad, yes, to know that some people starved because they were too poor or their crops hadn't grown in right. She shook her head though. "It just depends on the amount one eats at once, I guess."
 
It was Amara's turn to look bewildered. "Twice a day? Where...never mind..." He shook his head. When dragons ate, a whole animal (or animals) would be one meal in one sitting. His humanoid form wasn't hungry for so long because the last time he ate, he had eaten two whole cows. They weren't in this stomach, but his body is able to use the energy the food provides like it us. And two cows were was more than enough nutrients and energy to sustain this smaller form for a while.

He stared at her. "I hunt best flying. You can come along for the ride or stay here." It was then he began to shift and in seconds he was in his true form. He rested his head on the ground in front of Myla, waiting for her to make a choice.
 
Myla stepped back as he changed forms, still transfixed at how large he was in that form. Him being in that form actually intimidated her even more, but as he leaned his head down on the ground, just like he had the day before, she thought about his question.

It was tempting, very tempting to be honest. To see how he hunted for things, to get into his territory a bit, to learn a little more about him, which could possibly help her find a better way to get rid of him... But she had to turn down the offer. The fear of flight still took a hold of her, and she didn't know if she could handle it, nor if she could handle seeing him slaughter something. Sure, she had seen the butchers within the village handle their meat, but she all but knew it would be different with him. So she shook her head, rejecting the offer. "No, I'll stay here," she answered. "You... Go on your hunt."
 
Amara blinked and let out an odd sound that he met as an okay. It probably didn't come across as such being a cross between a rumble and a growl, but it was close as she was going to get. He was hardly going to purr at her. He could only imagine her amusment at him emitting a such a strange sound and would rather have his dignity remain intact.

He lifted his head and with a booming roar he spread his wings and took to the sky. His red scales glinted in the morning light and he circled sky above his lair three times before picking a direction for to go. He breathed fire and did a spiral in the sky--he was maybe showing off a little bit he headed East.

The farmer's pasture was only 20 minutes by flight (probably a few hours by foot) and admitedly an easy target. It contained cows, sheep, and chicken so offered a wide varity to pick from. He ignored the chicken and their eggs. He knew Myla had said they were food and didn't have hatchlings in them, but he will not stand for any egg eating. He also knew that the cows and sheep were actually on the human palate---deer, wolves, and forest animals on the other hand he wasn't so sure about.

It was with ease he swooped down and caught one of the smaller cows in his jaw, snapping its neck with a tooth, but otherwise not harming it with the rest of his teeth. It was then he rememebered that she ate twice a day. He really didn't want to have to grab another animal later. So he swooped again and grabbed a sheep in each claw--being careful not to squish them so that they will stary alive and fresh until it was their time. There. That would be good until tomorrow night for her then. Three animals. Three meals.

He turned away from the farm and the screaming farmer that was trying to through rocks at him and returned to his cave. He landed on the ledge outside the entrance and placed the dead cow down, but continued to hold the live sheep in his claws, not sure where to put them. He thumped his tail and let out a pleased roar as if to say he has returned.
 
Myla's eyes squinted together as she listened to the Dragon make some sort of rumbling noise from the back of his throat, the noise odd but she let it slip. Didn't matter anyway. Besides, he was probably just making small talk in his dragon language, something that she could not understand, nor did she really care to ever want to.

When he made his way out of the cave and into the sky, Myla found herself moving over to the edge of the mountain and looked up at the sky, watching his performance as he continued to dance within the sky, blowing fire in his wake. While she couldn't really judge if this was something that he just did or if he was just doing that to show off (which she suspected), but it was actually pretty... Nice. Different anyway, especially when she was so used to seeing the dragon just be a terror in the sky, ready to swoop down to the village and take the gold. Seeing him be that way certainly was different, but it made her wonder... Maybe he wasn't as bad as everyone had thought. After all, she was still alive, and he was going hunting for her.

Grunting, Myla shook her head to herself, retreating back into the cave as she crossed her arms. No, he was still as monstrous as he had been before. He just considered her as his treasure. Yeah, that was why he hadn't gotten rid of her yet. At least that was how Myla looked at it.

Without really knowing what to do, since she really couldn't do much here, she found herself ducking down into the hole where the treasures were located at, her eyes fixated on everything that was in there, her mind always asking the question why did he need this, despite how he had already explained why. Again she had picked up the mirror with sapphires around the rim and handle, once again drawn to it. If this was his most precious thing, she wouldn't blame him.

And she stayed there the entire time until she heard the thumping of his tail against the ground and his roar echoing about, putting the mirror back in its place before she headed back towards the entrance of the cave, stopping short when she saw the dead cow (not a surprise) but then saw the two live sheep. "Oh..." She stepped closer, an unsure look crossing her features. "You brought back.... Farm animals, three of them Two of them still alive." That was the only thing that threw her off, the fact that the sheep were alive. "I'm assuming that some of these are for your own consumption?" She raised her brows at him.
 
Amara snorted. He had already told her he wouldn't need to eat for a while, so why would he bring something for himself? He shook his head no and then nosed the cow closer and set the baa--ing and frighted sheep at her feet. It was his attempt to say these all all hers.

The sheep, however, had plans other than belonging to Myla. One had bolted into the cave, but the other (whom Amara decided was the dumb one) launched itself towards the edge of the platform. Amara caught the sheep before it plummeted to its death and tried to set it back next to Myla again; only for it to try to attempt sheep suicide again.

This time when he caught the sheep he brought it to the cave's entrance and gently tossed it inside and hoped that they wouldn't cause too much havoc. Done with that he turned back to Myla, wishing he could properly speak in this form. It was such a bother to attempt to charade his thoughts, but he really didn't want to turn back.

The sun felt nice on his scales and streching out on the ledge and basking felt really appealing. He also figured that she might ask to have her meal warmed up--he believe he has seen humans do that before--and he could only could breath fire in this form. Transforming back and forth was even more of a bother than the charades, so it was this form he stayed.
 
Again Myla blinked, looking a bit dumbly as she continued to stare at the live stock, her eyes only growing with surprise as he let the sheep go, one of them heading deeper into the cave, while the other one tried to escape. Poor thing, they must be frightened to death! Well, at least the one trying to kill himself it seemed, but that was besides the point. If they were going to keep the sheep alive, then they would have to keep the kept in a pin or something, otherwise they would escape. Maybe he had something to tie them up with?

The loud baa echoed to the front of the cave, shaking Myla from her thoughts as she looked down at the dead cow. Oh boy. "I think you underestimate how much a human can eat at once without becoming sick." She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. She took a deep breath. "Humans can't eat whole animals at once. It will probably take me a few days to get all of this, let alone the sheep." Though, now that she thought about it, if she could sheer their coats she could probably use their coats for a blanket so that she wouldn't have to sleep so close to Amara.

"But... I suppose this will work. I just... Am not that knowledgeable when it comes to preparing meat correctly, especially straight from the source, other than knowing that it needs to be cooked." Why couldn't she have been born to a butcher? Then at least she'd know how to handle this situation. "And if you don't want the sheep running around wildly throughout your home, you have to tie them up."
 
Amara blinked and then huffed, annoyed. She could have mentioned that she doesn't eat whole animals for each meal when she said she ate twice a day. If he had known he almost certainly would not have brought the sheep. He had only expected to have to keep them for a day!

He then processed her next words and let out a rumbling laugh. Why would he be any better at preparing meat then her? He always ate in this form and ate his food whole. He turned to the cow. Well it was worth a shot and he did at least know how to skin an animal (almost all of his pelts and furs were of his making).

Amara made quick work of skinning the cow, using his claws with practiced ease and completing the process in about 5 minutes. He placed it to the side, so the fur was to the ground...Now was the tough part.

He stared at the cow and spotted separate muscles and figured that was a good place as any to separte the meat. He piled them up ontop of the skin. He wasn't sure if it was right, but it was something.

When he reached the internal organs he was even more confused. Were these technically edible? He gingerly lifted up one of the cow's three stomach and sniffed it. He let out a snort and put this to the side. It smelt foul and he deemed it no good. He did this for all of the internal organs, deeming the pancreas, spleen, heart, and lungs fit for consumption.

He then turned to ever thing deemed edible for humans and let our a long breath of fire to cook it all. He held the flames for a couple of minutes before he decided it was good enough, and let out a roar. He was done.
 
Myla put hands on her hips as Amara huffed, more than likely annoyed, but for what she didn't understand. She figured that he didn't have anything to be annoyed with anyway; he's the one who brought three animals back, not her! This whole situation was just a mess, but at least she had food. The only problem was, was that she had no idea what to do with it, and it didn't seem like the dragon knew too much of what to do either, since he probably prepared his food for himself in a much different way.

When Amara started to skin and basically clean the cow, Myla had to look away, the stench alone making her sick. Ugh, how could people do this for a living? She even had to step further outside of the cave, letting the wind and fresh air take over her senses so that she wouldn't have to see or smell what Amara was doing to the cow. But when the smell of cooked meat, something that made her stomach rumble even more, now to the point where it even hurt her stomach, she turned back around and stepped over to where the pile of cooked meat lay.

Yes, on normal circumstances she would have generally laughed in the persons face who presented this to her, telling them that this was probably one of the most disturbing and unsanitary things she had ever seen. But this wasn't a normal circumstance, and she was hungry, so this was fine. For now anyway. She reached a hand out and touched one of the pieces that were cooked, quickly pulling her had back as it burned the tip of her finger. Better wait for it to cool down.

She looked up at Amara, giving him a skeptical look, but soon after she sighed and softened the look. "Thank you." She figured it was the least she could say for him doing this.
 
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