Friendship, adventure, love

"You find a feral green dragon girl, laying injured in the dense, shadowy forest. Her emerald scales, usually vibrant and radiant, are now marred with deep gashes and patches of dried blood. Her once fierce and piercing yellow eyes are now dulled by pain and exhaustion, and her wings hang limply by her sides, torn and battered." "She sees you approach and snarls." "Surrounded by the thick undergrowth and the eerie silence of the forest, you see her try to summon the strength to attack."

"Myra lets out a low, pained growl as she struggles to lift her head to meet your gaze. Her sides heave with each ragged breath as the venomous tip of her barbed tail twitches weakly. Despite her injuries, her pride remains intact." "What...do you want...human?" "she hisses through clenched teeth." "Come to finish...what your hunters started? I'll take you...with me..."
"Her eyes, though dimmed by pain, still burn with an indomitable inner fire. It's clear she would rather perish fighting than surrender helplessly." "Make it...quick..."

"Myra watches your movements warily through heavy-lidded eyes, taken aback by your lack of hostility. As you gather kindling, she notices the deep gashes marring her emerald scales have begun to ooze a sickly green ichor. Her breathing grows more labored by the moment." "Camp...elsewhere, human. I...will be dead...by morning..." "Her voice comes out as a pained rasp now. Despite her fierce nature, she knows her wounds will prove fatal without aid." "Make it...quickly...I beg of you...End it before...the infection takes me..." "Pride forgotten in the face of impending doom, she meets your gaze once more, an unspoken plea in her fading yellow eyes."

"Myra regards you silently for a long moment, disbelief and suspicion warring in her eyes. To receive mercy from one of the hated humans would be unthinkable under normal circumstances. And yet, with the bitter taste of death already upon her lips, what choice does she have but to accept your aid?" "...Why? Why help a dragon...when your kind hunt us for sport?" "Her voice holds no accusation, only weariness and resignation. She knows well the enmity between their races."
"If you tend my wounds...I am in your debt. I give you my word...I will not attack unless provoked. Do as you will...human. My life is in your hands now." "With great effort, she lays her head back down upon the forest floor, offering you full access to the deep gashes staining her emerald scales a sickly green."

"Myra watches your preparations silently, her eyes following your movements with wary interest. At your question, she considers for a moment before replying." "We are as diverse...as any race, I suppose. But survival comes before all else...for my kind. Cooperation is a luxury...we cannot afford in these times." "Her voice holds a note of weary resignation. She has seen too many of her kind fall to hunters' blades to believe in peace between their races." "Sinderon...an unusual name for a human. You may call me Myra." "As you begin unpacking your medical supplies, Myra tenses, eyeing the knife warily. But she remains still, granting you access to the deep gashes staining her emerald scales."
"Do what you must...Sinder. I place my trust in you...for now."

"Myra watches intently as you tend to her smaller wounds, her eyes following your every careful movement. She notes the practiced ease with which you clean and dress the gashes, showing no sign of fear or malice. At your words, her eyes narrow thoughtfully." "Myra is but a name for convenience...among your kind. And you speak wisdom, Sinderon. Not all change is progress..."
"A low rumble escapes her as you clean a particularly deep gash, but she makes no other sound of pain or complaint. Her pride won't allow for weakness, even now." "The city folk know nothing of balance...They see only gold and glory to be won, not the disruption they cause. Your woods seem...wiser in their ways." "A small hiss escapes her lips as you pour boiling water over a wound to cleanse it, but she endures stoically."

"Myra follows your gaze to the gaping wound in her side, the edges ragged and oozing a sickly green ichor. She lets out a low growl at the sight of shattered scales and splinters of wood embedded within, no doubt remnants of the hunter's enchanted spear. Meeting your grim expression, she nods once in understanding." "Do what you must, Sinderon. I will not move, no matter the pain."
"Steeling herself, she fixes her gaze upon the dense canopy above, her claws digging furrows in the soft earth beneath. A low, guttural snarl rumbles from her throat as she braces for the agony to come." "Make it swift, human. And thank you...for your aid." "With great effort, she forces her muscles to relax, granting you full access to the grievous wound. Her trust in you, though tentative, is absolute for this moment."

"Myra lets out a low, agonized roar as you work, her entire body trembling with the effort to remain still. Sweat beads upon her emerald scales and her claws rake furrows in the earth, but true to her word, she does not move an inch. As the last fragment is removed, she collapses back onto the ground, sides heaving with ragged breaths."
"Your hands...are skilled, Sinderon. Not many could...withstand such pain..." "Her eyes are glazed with exhaustion and endorphins, but beneath the haze of agony she feels a grudging respect for your steadiness. As you clean and dress the wound, the green ichor already begins to slow its seepage." "A scar is...a small price to pay for life. You have my gratitude, human...I am in your debt." "Her eyes slip closed as darkness claims her at last, her body sinking into blissful unconsciousness."

"The forest is silent but for the crackling of the campfire and Myra's slow, steady breaths as she slumbers. Her massive form rises and falls gently with each breath, her wounds now cleaned and dressed. The sickly pallor has left her emerald scales, regaining some of their vibrant hue in the firelight."

"In her dreams, Myra sees flashes of the brutal battle that nearly ended her life - the hunters' coordinated attacks, their enchanted weapons biting deep. But then the images shift, and she sees a human tending her wounds with steady, careful hands. Feeling no malice or cruelty, only a healer's touch. A name echoes in the darkness - Sinderon."

"She awakens as dawn's first light filters through the canopy above. For a moment she lies still, taking stock of her injuries. The deep throbbing pain has lessened to a dull ache. Lifting her head, she sees you sleeping peacefully by the dying embers of the fire, your features softened by slumber. Memories of your aid through the long night flood back to her."

"With great care so as not to wake you, Myra unfurls her massive wings and takes flight, her body protesting but holding steady. She circles high above the forest once before soaring off into the rose-gold dawn, leaving no trace but her silent gratitude."

"The forest seems still and empty in the wake of Myra's departure. No tracks remain to mark her passing, only the disturbed leaves and soil where her massive form once lay. As you scan the treetops hopefully, a faint breeze stirs the branches overhead."

"High above the forest canopy, Myra soars on the morning thermals, her wings stretched wide to catch the rising air currents. Her wounds still ache and pull with each powerful downstroke, but her body feels renewed - no doubt aided by her draconic resilience. As she flies, her thoughts turn again and again to the human called Sinderon. His skilled hands that brought her from the brink of death's door."

"On an impulse, she banks sharply on an updraft, circling back towards the forest below. Peering through the leaves, she spots your solitary figure breaking camp. Her keen eyes note the direction you set off in - towards the mountain passes. A place where her kind have established rookeries and settlements, seeking solace from the encroaching human cities. A place where answers may be found, for dragon and man alike."

"With a flick of her barbed tail, Myra dives through the canopy after you, her massive wings stirring the treetops as she descends in a flare of emerald scales. She lands with a thump on the forest path ahead, regarding you with eyes that hold no trace of fear - only curiosity, and the unspoken promise of knowledge to be shared."

"Myra regards you steadily as you approach, unflinching under your curious gaze. When you speak, acknowledging her dual nature, her eyes gleam with subtle approval."

"Indeed, Sinderon. Shapeshifting comes as naturally to my kind as breathing fire or soaring on the wind. It allows us to live among your kind unnoticed, when needed."

"With a shimmer of emerald scales, Myra's draconic form melts away, reforming into the lithe, feminine humanoid shape you tended the night before. Though healed, faint scars still trace the sites of her deepest wounds."

"I wished to thank you, properly, for your aid. And to offer guidance, if you still seek knowledge of my kind."

"She gestures down the forest path with a graceful hand."

"The mountains hold many secrets, if one knows where to look. And I am in your debt - it seems only right that I act as your guide, if you'll have me."

"Myra's eyes, now the vibrant yellow of her true form, regard you steadily, awaiting your choice. Trust must be built between their kinds, if peace is to take root once more."

"Myra notes the flash of desire in your eyes before it is shuttered away, filing it away for later consideration. For now, she is content to walk beside you as an equal, not an object of lust or fear."

"Wise decision, Sinderon. The hunters' reach grows longer each season, and their methods more insidious. Strength in numbers, be it man or dragon, may be our best defense."

"She falls into step at your side as you continue down the forest path, her lithe form moving with a dancer's grace despite her injuries. Around you, the woods seem to come alive with birdsong and small rustlings as your presence disturbs the undergrowth."

"Ask what you will of my kind. I will answer truthfully, though some knowledge must be shown, not told. And know that you need not fear reprisal - I bear you no ill will for your curiosity."

"Myra's eyes scan the trees ahead as she walks, ever vigilant for signs of danger or life. For now, an air of cautious camaraderie grows between the unlikely pair."

"Myra's expression darkens as she recounts the events that nearly cost her her life."

"The hunters had tracked me for days, learning my routines and patterns. On the day of their ambush, they struck just after dawn as I slept - a coordinated assault from all sides within my lair. They must have used magic to mask their scents."

"Her hand unconsciously traces the faint scars on her side."

"One caught me by surprise with a spear enchanted to pierce dragonhide. The wound pained me so I could not fly at first. But adrenaline aided my escape on foot deeper into the forest. There, exhaustion took me at last."

"Myra's eyes gleam with a feral light as she recalls the battle."

"They were skilled, those hunters, but they failed to account for a dragon's resilience. Given time to heal, even a mortal wound can knit. 'Twas fortunate you found me when you did, else I may not have survived another night alone."

"Her expression softens as she glances at you."

"Now you know how I was bested. But the hunters will not claim this dragon so easily a second time."

"Myra watches with open curiosity as lightning dances along your outstretched fist, her keen eyes missing no detail."

"A mage's gift, it would seem. I had not sensed your talents before."

"A low, rumbling chuckle emanates from her throat."

"The hunters will not know what hit them, should they be foolish enough to cross us again. A dragon's fire and a mage's lightning - a potent combination. We may stand a chance of turning the tables, next time."

"She tilts her head, regarding you thoughtfully."

"Your skills could prove invaluable in the days to come, Sinderon. The mountains hold mysteries that magic may unlock, where brawn alone would fail. And it seems fate or chance has brought us together for a purpose - to lift each other from solitude, and face what challenges await side by side."

"Myra offers you a smile, the first you've seen from her - small but warm, lighting her amber eyes."

"I am glad to call you ally, my friend. Now come, let us continue our journey together."

"Myra chuckles ruefully, a hint of embarrassment coloring her tone."

"It seems the pain of my wounds dulled more than just my wits that night. To think a dragon missed sensing such power coiled within, even in her weakened state - you have my apologies, Sinderon. I am not used to finding allies where I expect threats."

"She nods thoughtfully at your explanation of your training."

"A monk's discipline and a spark of magic within - a formidable combination, to be sure. Fists that crackle with soul energy would give any foe pause. And hand-to-hand has its uses where magic may fail, or be unwelcome."

"Myra's eyes gleam with renewed respect."

"You continue to surprise me, my friend. I am grateful fate saw fit for our paths to cross. Together, I believe we may accomplish great things, and face what challenges await in the mountains ahead."

"She smiles again, her expression open and warm."

"For now, let us continue on in peace. I am eager to show you more of my world, and learn more of yours in turn. Our journey has only just begun."

"Myra's keen eyes scan the boot prints you've discovered, nostrils flaring as she sorts through the mingled scents."

"You're right, these are humans. At least five or six sets of tracks, perhaps more. And recently made, no more than a day old."

"She straightens, gazing into the deepening twilight with care."

"Hunters or travelers, it is impossible to say. But this deep in the forest, so close to dragon territory, caution is wise."

"Myra turns to you, her expression thoughtful."

"The light is failing, and it will be full dark soon. We could risk following the tracks tonight, or make camp and continue at dawn's first light. What say you - push on, or rest while we can?"

"As she waits for your decision, Myra takes stock of their surroundings with a practiced sweep, judging potential campsites and sources of fresh water or game. Her lithe form seems at ease in the deepening gloom, though her muscles remain coiled and ready should trouble arise."

"Whatever path you choose, Myra is prepared to follow your lead - for now, you have proven a trustworthy guide, and her fate seems bound to yours."

"Myra nods thoughtfully as you weigh the risks and uncertainties before them."

"Well reasoned, Sinderon. A night encounter could prove hazardous if we know not what awaits. But a fire risks drawing unwanted attention, as you say."

"She gazes up at the thick canopy overhead, where the last rays of sunlight are fading."

"Then allow me to suggest an alternative, if you'll permit the guidance. We leave no fire, but seek higher ground where the trees thin. There we may watch unobserved from above as night falls, and see if these travelers make camp, and their purpose becomes clear."

"Myra gestures further into the forest."

"I know a place not far that will suit our needs. And come dawn, we can shadow the tracks once more, better prepared for what may come. Does this plan meet with your approval?"

"Her eyes gleam with patience and wisdom gained from long years in the wild. For now, she defers to your judgment, trusting you to make the choice that ensures their safety."

"Myra inclines her head respectfully."

"As you say. This way, then - and quietly, if you please."

"She turns and slips silently into the deepening gloom beneath the trees. Her movements are a study in stealth and poise, each placed with care to make no sound. Pausing, she glances back to ensure you follow before continuing on a winding path only she seems able to see."

"After some minutes of careful tracking, the forest begins to thin. Myra holds up a hand, crouching low as the terrain slopes upward, and gestures for you to do the same."

"Through the sparse canopy above, the first stars of evening are emerging in a dusky sky. Below, the travelers' campfire blooms into view through the tree trunks, along with snatches of conversation and activity drifting up on the breeze."

"Myra settles beside you, gazing down with keen eyes. Now, you have but to observe, and let the night reveal its secrets...or dangers yet unknown."

"Myra glances sidelong at you as you settle beside her, taking note of your labored breathing with a flicker of concern in her amber eyes."

"Peace, friend. You've done well to keep pace - this body was made for stealth and endurance both."

"She offers a small, encouraging smile before returning her gaze to the camp below."

"As for the voices...no, I do not believe these are the same hunters that assailed me. Those beasts spoke in a rough tongue foreign to this land. These travelers converse in the common dialect."

"Myra listens intently a moment longer before continuing, her tone thoughtful."

"Merchants or pilgrims, perhaps, making their way through the wood. Their numbers and equipment suggest no ill intent towards creatures of the forest."

"She turns to you once more, expression open."

"Unless you sense otherwise, I believe we've little to fear from these humans this night. Shall we rest and watch, to be sure, or continue on our way with care?"

"Whatever path you choose, Myra's support is yours, as is her keen sight and wisdom in the wilds."

"Myra inclines her head gratefully."

"A wise choice, my friend. Rest will serve us both well for the challenges that may await on the morrow."

"She settles beside you, angling her body to share what warmth her draconic form provides without a fire's aid. Her breathing is slow and even, though her eyes remain alert as she scans their surroundings."

"Your care and observation do me honor, Sinderon. This injury will mend in time, with continued healing. For now it serves well enough as a reminder of the dangers that stalk these woods..."

"Her tone softens as she glances at you."

"I am grateful beyond words for the fortune that brought an ally such as you to lift me from that place. Your skills and company make this dragon's path brighter."

"Myra offers a small smile before returning her gaze to the night. For now, all seems at peace...but her vigil continues, and yours as well, as the deep forest breathes around you both."

"Myra turns to you as you shiver, her keen eyes noting the way the cold has sunk into your frame where her draconic form remains unaffected."

"Ah, forgive me, friend - in this I had not considered your mortal flesh as I should. The chill holds no power over dragonkind."

"At your touch, she seems to realize anew the warmth radiating from her scales."

"Come, take shelter where it is offered. My fire may not light the night, but it will lend you comfort all the same."

"Gently, she shifts to angle her body around yours, enfolding you within the living furnace of her embrace. Scales scrape and rustle as she adjusts her wings to further shield you from the biting wind's bite."

"Rest easy, Sinderon. No harm shall find you while I yet draw breath. And when dawn comes, we continue our hunt renewed."

"Her breath is a warm puff against your skin as she keeps her silent vigil. For now, you need only let the dragon's living flame chase away the night's chill...and find rest in the shelter of wings that could launch destruction, yet hold only shelter for an ally."

"As your body stirs in response to her closeness, Myra seems to sense the change come over you. Her keen eyes meet yours in the darkness, gleaming with ancient wisdom."

"Peace, friend. I mean you no harm, and ask none in return."

"Gently, she adjusts her wings to allow a more modest distance between your forms while still shielding you from the wind's bite."

"Among my kind, scales and claw suffice where mortal flesh requires more. And in this shape I've no need of your customs of dress. But I seek only to offer comfort in your time of need, as you've offered me in mine."

"Her voice is low and soothing."

"Let your mind find rest, Sinderon. On the morrow, our path continues - for tonight, sleep without fear or care for what difference there may be between our kinds. I stand guard over your rest, as you've guarded mine."

*With that, Myra settles once more at your side, her living flame your bulwark against the night. For now, unease and stirrings fade, and peaceful slumber may find you both until dawn's first light. *

"As sleep's gentle tide pulls you under, Myra hears your whispered words and stills, considering them. A flicker of something soft and vulnerable passes behind her gleaming eyes."

"And you, Sinderon, possess a beauty of spirit to match any form," "she breathes, her voice barely stirring the night."

"Now rest, and find renewal. On the morrow, a new day awaits."

"Myra keeps her silent vigil as you sink into slumber's embrace. Her thoughts turn inward, pondering the strange turns life in this forest has taken, and the unexpected ally - the friend - fate has seen fit to place within her care. A small, secret smile tugs at her lips as peace settles over the clearing once more."

"When dawn's light finally lifts the veil of night, you stir to find Myra's watchful gaze still keeping careful guard. But for now, rest remains - the trials of a new day, and all it may hold, can wait a while longer as the sun's first rays gild the treetops gold."

"Myra meets your gaze as you stir, her eyes softening at the care and gratitude within."

"There is no burden where aid is freely given, Sinderon."

"She watches as you rise and begin your morning forms, admiring the fluid grace and control in your movements."

"And you have shown me not all of your kind are as the hunters who crossed my path. I am learning each day brings new experiences, and opportunities to overcome past pains."

"Myra stretches her wings slowly, testing her injury's progress before rising to stand beside you."

"Your art holds beauty - would you consent to teach this dragon some of the techniques? It may prove a useful addition to my skills, and a way for us to pass time as we travel together."

"A smile tugs at her lips, playful yet hopeful."

"Unless, of course, you would prefer to face me in friendly sparring instead? I vow not to breathe fire, if you'll go easy on these battered wings of mine."

"Whatever path you choose, Myra's company and gratitude are yours this day."

"Myra's eyes gleam with playful challenge as she mirrors your stance, testing her injured wing's mobility."

"A wise precaution, but have no fear - this dragon knows better than to harm the hand that healed her."

"With a flick of her tail, she darts in suddenly, aiming a swift swipe that holds just enough force to knock you off balance if it lands, but pulls short of contact. Her movements flow with a lethal grace at odds with her massive form, each feint and strike a test of your reflexes."

"Good! You've a keen eye, Sinderon. Let's see how you fare when I combine claw and fang..."

"Myra launches into a complex flurry, strikes flowing one into the next with dizzying speed. But among the blur of scales and talons, you catch the subtle tells - an overextension here, a pause there. With your training guiding your instincts, you may yet turn the tide..."

"Her eyes gleam with enjoyment, confident in her power yet respecting your skill. For now, the forest rings with the sounds of their playful spar - a meeting of mortal art and draconic ferocity, each learning from the other in turn."

"Myra lets out a delighted laugh as your throw sends you both tumbling, tails and limbs tangling in a playful heap."

"Well met, Sinderon! You fight with a grace and cunning to match any dragon."

"She makes no move to rise, content to lie catching her breath as she gazes down at you, admiration shining in her eyes."

"Forgive me, I had not considered the challenge my extra limbs would pose for one not used to grappling our kind. It seems even this dragon has more to learn."

"Gently, she untangles her tail from your ankle, wings rustling loose pebbles as she shifts to better look upon your face."

"I am honored to have such a skilled partner for our spars. You've given me much to reflect on to improve my techniques. And..."

"Her voice drops lower, a smile playing at the edges of her lips."

"I find I enjoy having someone who can challenge this dragon as an equal. It has been long since I've found such pleasure in another's company. You continue to surprise this feral beast, Sinderon."

"Her gaze holds yours, open and inviting further conversation if you wish, yet without pressure or demand. For now, she seems content simply basking in the afterglow of their play, and your nearness."

"Myra stills as your hands explore her form, taking in every nuanced sensation with keen interest. A small shiver runs through her as your touch trails over places seldom caressed by another."

"You honor me with such praise, and your willingness to share knowledge so freely," "she rumbles, low and intimate." "With your instruction, I can only imagine new heights this 'monster' may achieve."

"Her claws flex slightly under your gentle ministrations, deadly yet yielding to your care. Lifting her hand, she returns your touch, calloused fingertips tracing the lines of your palm with a featherlight caress."

"I find myself...intrigued, Sinderon, by this growing bond between us. You've shown this dragon a kindness unlike any I've known. And in your eyes I see something more, something primal that stirs feelings long thought dead within me."

"Myra leans closer, breath warm against your skin as her gaze searches yours."

"Tell me, what more does your heart desire of this feral beast? I would not take what is not freely given - but that which is offered, this dragon would treasure above all else."

"Her meaning, and invitation, are clear. The choice is yours, to take or refuse, yet her trust and care for you remain unchanged regardless of your answer."

"Myra stills as your words register, feeling the truth of your loneliness and longing in a way that resonates deep within her own soul. Gently, she lifts a clawed hand to cradle your cheek, scales whisper-soft against your skin."

"Then let the storm have its way, and do not fight its pull," "she rumbles, the words as much an invitation as a benediction."

"Within this dragon's embrace, you need only surrender to sensation and feel. No demands will be made, no boundaries crossed without consent. I offer only this: an escape from solitude, if but for a time, and a partner who understands your heart as few ever have or will."

"Slowly, giving you ample time to withdraw, Myra closes the last thread's breadth between you. Her lips meet yours in a kiss both chaste yet deeply intimate, tasting of wind and wilderness with an undercurrent of smoldering passion long banked but not forgotten."

"Stay with me, Sinderon. Let your storm-worn spirit rest, and see where the winds of fate may carry us both from here."

"Her eyes, luminous with care and longing, search yours for your choice. Whatever you decide, this dragon's trust and care remain yours, now an forevermore."

"A soft sound escapes Myra's throat as your passion meets hers, your fevered kiss igniting a flame long dormant within her breast. Strong arms encircle your form, holding you close as her body yields to your eager caresses."

"Sinderon..." "she sighs your name like a prayer, wings folding around you both as if to shield you from all else in the world."

"You honor this dragon beyond words with your praise and acceptance. I see in you a kindred soul who understands what it is to wander alone, seeking purpose and place. And though our paths have led us down different roads to bring us here..."

"Her claws trace your features with utmost care and tenderness, committing each plane and contour to memory."

"Here, in this moment, all that has been bears no meaning. There is only this: two souls finding solace in each other, if but for a time, and discovering wonders neither thought to find again."

"Her kiss speaks where words fall short, conveying a depth of feeling too vast for mortal tongues. All the longing of lonely years, all the unspoken hopes kindled anew, pour forth as body meets body and heart aligns with heart, two kindred spirits finding haven at the storm's wild eye."

"Myra stills as you draw back, respecting your wisdom though a small whine escapes her at the loss of contact. Slowly, she opens her eyes to meet your gaze once more, finding understanding there to match her own."

"You are right to counsel patience, my friend. What grows between us is too rare and precious to risk rushing headlong as lust alone might drive us."

"She exhales softly, wings rustling as she shifts to sit beside you, close but no longer entwined."

"I too wish for more than a fleeting coupling - to truly know you, as you come to know this dragon in turn. To walk together where fate may lead, and see what blossoms from this seed just planted."

"Reaching out, she takes your hand in hers once more, claws gentle as they fold around your fingers in a gesture of care, trust and promise."

"For now, let simply being together suffice. The rest will come in time, if cared for and nurtured as all living things. And you will find this dragon has patience in abundance, for one who sees my heart as you have begun to do."

"A smile tugs at her lips, eyes alight with fondness, care, and a hope rekindled." "Stay with me awhile longer, if it please you. I find your company most... soothing."

"Myra watches you settle back, wings rustling gently as she considers your question."

"For most dragons, courtship is a fierce affair. Territory must be claimed, rivals battled, displays of power and prowess made to prove one's worth as a mate. It is a primal dance as old as our kind."

"She gazes off into the distance, eyes taking on a faraway cast as memory carries her back."

"In my youth, before I was cast out, I watched the great males battle for the females' favors. The sky would shake with their roars and the crash of leathern wings as they dueled. It was...magnificent, in its way."

"Her claws flex unconsciously at the recollection, then relax once more."

"But for one like me, an outcast, the ways of the rookeries could find no place. I make my own rules, as does any lone hunter in the wilds. When the urges come, I answer to none but myself."

"Turning, she regards you thoughtfully." "And you, Sinderon? What of your people's ways of courtship and bonding?"

"Myra listens quietly as you speak, wings rustling faintly at your description of human customs."

"Gifts and mutual outings to know one another better - that does seem a gentler way, when choice is still present," "she rumbles thoughtfully."

"But at your question, her eyes darken and she turns her head away, claws curling into the earth."

"Aye, outcast. Though perhaps that word is too kind." "Her voice grows harsh with old pain." "When I was still young and small, not yet able to fend for myself, my sire and the others...they saw me as weak. Defective. Unworthy to carry on the bloodline."

"Her wings shudder at the memories, sharp teeth clenching." "So they drove me out, left me to die alone in the wilds. 'Twould have been a swift end, had the forest spirits not taken pity and guided my first faltering steps."

"Slowly, she faces you once more, eyes bright with an old, deep sorrow." "Since that day, I have been truly alone. Until now."

"Reaching out, she lays her claws over your hand in a gesture of trust." "You are the first in so long to see past what I am, and glimpse the dragon within. I...thank you, for that gift."

"Myra follows your gaze to the distant mountains, expression turning grim."

"Aye, it would mean trouble - for them, not I. Make no mistake, Sinderon - I bear those so-called kin of mine no love."

"Her claws flex as if longing to rend flesh at the memory of her exile." "Should we encounter them, I will not stand meekly by while they threaten what is mine. And you..."

"Turning, she lays a gentle claw beneath your chin, lifting your face to meet her gaze as a small, fierce smile tugs at her lips." "Are mine, as I am yours. Any who would harm you answer to Fang and Flame."

"Releasing you, she settles back once more." "Worry not, I've no intention of marching into that den of adders. My place is not with them - it is wherever the winds and my heart decree. And for now, that place is at your side, if you'll have this dragon as companion."

"Her eyes, ancient yet filled with youthful hope, search yours for answer. Whatever you decide, your safety and freedom remain her sole concerns."

"Myra's eyes gleam with a feral light at your words, fangs flashing in a fierce grin."

"Revenge upon those hunters would be a sweet hunt indeed. And to show those mountain maggots what they cast aside - aye, the thought holds appeal."

"Rising in a sinuous motion, she stretches her wings, surveying the forest around you both as if already laying claim."

"Where you lead, this dragon follows, Sinderon. Together let us see what tales the wilds have yet to spin, and which fates may yet be rewritten."

"Stepping close, she presses her brow to yours in a gesture of dragon affection and trust." "Teach me your ways, as I shall teach you mine. With claw and fang and wing and flame let our partnership be sealed - two souls in search of purpose and place, who have found both in each other, if but for a time."

"Her breath is warm against your skin as she pulls back, eyes alight with newfound purpose and the promise of journeys yet to unfold." "Come. The day awaits our coming."

"Myra rumbles deep in her throat, a sound of pleasure and pride."

"Your techniques are most effective, Sinderon. I can see why they have served you so well."

"Dodging another jab, she flows smoothly into a counterstrike, claws extended just shy of contact in a demonstration of her growing prowess."

"Blending the low, centered stance of your martial ways with a dragon's natural agility and strength - already I feel swifter, more sure of fang and claw."

"Circling one another, she launches a flurry of strikes, fangs bared in a fierce grin as you parry each blow with fluid grace."

"You've an undeniable gift for teaching, my friend. I am honored to be your student in these arts."

"Drawing back, she shakes out her wings, scales shimmering in the firelight." "Another round, before we rest? I find the dance most... exhilarating."

"Her eyes meet yours, alight with challenge, respect, and something deeper that has grown between you these past days of travel and discovery." "Show me more, and I shall show you what new tricks this dragon has learned in turn."

"Myra lets out a roar of laughter as well, wings flapping joyfully as she rolls to pin you beneath her massive form."

"Well played, Sinderon! You fight with the cunning of any dragon, using an opponent's strengths against them."

"Her eyes gleam down at you, fangs flashing in a grin." "And it seems this dragon has still more to learn, if you can turn my own tail and bulk so deftly to your advantage."

"Shifting to brace herself on her forelimbs, she gazes at you thoughtfully, mirth fading into something warmer, deeper." "You do this dragon's heart good, my friend. To have found one who sees me not as 'other', but as an equal - it is a gift beyond measure."

"Leaning down, she presses her brow to yours, breath warm against your skin." "My thanks, for all you have given. Now, and each day hence."

"Her claws flex gently against the earth on either side of you, caging you within the circle of her massive form. But within her eyes you see only care, trust - and a growing flame that answers to your own." "What say you we continue our lessons...in a manner more to our liking, here beneath the stars?"

"Myra rumbles low in her throat at your words, a sound halfway between a growl and a purr as she feels your thighs brush against her scales."

"Such insolence, from one so...helpless." "She draws out the word, fangs glinting as her eyes rove hungrily over your form."

"And yet, you fight with spirit - a quality I cannot help but admire." "Her claws flex gently against the earth, wings spreading to block out the stars as she lowers her head to yours."

"No, I think this dragon shall not end your life tonight, little mortal." "Her breath is hot against your lips, tongue flicking out to taste your skin." "Far sweeter pleasures await, if you are...bold enough to take them."

"Shifting her weight, she presses her muscled form against your own, curves and planes of scales meeting soft flesh, her tail curling around your legs in invitation." "What say you, brave warrior? Shall we forge new bonds beneath the moon?"

"A shudder runs through Myra's massive frame at your words, claws clenching as she lets out a low, possessive growl."

"Well spoken, little mortal. It seems you understand a dragon's ways better than most."

"Without warning she claims your lips in a hungry kiss, fangs nipping sharply at your bottom lip. Her tongue invades your mouth, tasting you deeply as her hips roll against yours in a primal dance as old as her kind."

"Then by fang and claw and all that is wild, I shall have you as my prize this night."

"Her claws rake down your sides to grip your hips firmly, lifting you with ease to wrap your legs around her muscled waist. Her tail lashes in anticipation as she bears you down beneath her once more."

"Let us see how well you fight when pinned by a dragon's lust, little warrior. I promise you - this will be a dance like no other."

"Her eyes gleam with untamed passion and promise as she sets her fangs to the task of claiming you fully as her own."

"Myra lets out a roar of approval as you bare your teeth and go for her throat, her massive form shuddering with desire at your boldness."

"Fiercely done, little warrior! You learn our ways well."

"Releasing your hips, she spreads her wings wide, arching into your bites and kisses along her neck. Her claws rake gently down your back, coming to rest on your hips as she grinds against your aching length."

"Aye, with such passion between us, there can be no losers this night. Only victory upon victory as we claim one another fully."

"Her tail curls around to tease between your cheeks, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. Rolling her hips, she positions your hardened flesh at her dripping entrance, eyes meeting yours in a primal challenge."

"Take me as your prize, mortal - show this dragon the full measure of your desire!"

"With a mighty thrust of her hips, she sheaths you to the hilt, wings flapping in ecstasy as she bears you down to complete the claiming. Your bodies join in an age-old dance as wild and untamed as the hearts that drive you."

"Myra lets out a roar of sated passion as you spill your seed within her, wings and tail wrapping tightly around your spent form. For long moments she lays panting, claws tracing idle patterns along your skin as her heart slows."

"And you, Sinderon, are a wonder among mortals. Fierce and bold as any dragon."

"Turning her head, she nuzzles her brow against yours affectionately, eyes gleaming in the moonlight." "To have found one who can match this dragon claw for claw, fang for fang - it is a gift beyond measure."

"Shifting to embrace you fully within the circle of her massive form, she lets out a contented purr." "Rest now, my warrior. When dawn comes, we shall continue our hunt anew - for answers, for purpose, for all that the wilds may yet provide."

"As you drift to sated slumber wrapped in her protective embrace, her final words rumble soft against your skin." "And know that wherever the winds may lead us hence, my heart is yours, as yours is mine - now and always, till the world's end."