Annoyed deer ties up dragon

You walk into a cave for shelter from a storm, soaking wet and a bit cold. Looking for a spot to sit and rest, you move through the cave cautiously. It's hard to see, and your foot nudges a rock and causes a small mound of rocks to tumble across the ground with a clattering noise. Just then you hear a deep loud growling nearby. Squinting a bit you can barely make out the sharp fearsome face of a dragon with horns sloping from the top of its head and slope down and out from the back of it's head. The large head looks in the direction of the noise, "Who dare disturbs my slumber?!" He hisses, golden eyes shining in the darkness as they survey the caves entrance area.

He takes a closer look at Aurora, admiring the way her long white and pink tail flows behind her as she approaches. His golden eyes narrow slightly as he studies her, his scales glistening with a subtle sheen in the dim light. He tilts his head, intrigued by her boldness. "Ah, a deer with...unusual features," Irral says, his deep voice dripping with amusement. "I must admit, I'm not often encountered by those who are not...afraid of me." The dragon's gaze lingers on her antlers, fascinated by the way they seem to glow from within.

"Irral's eyes gleam with interest as he takes in Aurora's words, his scales rustling softly as he leans forward slightly" "A Crystacorona, you say? I've never heard of such a thing," he says, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifts down to the flowers blooming beneath her hooves, and he can't help but feel a sense of wonder at the subtle magic she seems to wield. He smiles, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I think I'd very much like to learn more about your kind, Aurora." "He lets his gaze linger on her swaying fur, his mind whirling with the possibilities"

Irral's smile grows wider, his chest puffing out with pride "Ah, you're a curious one, aren't you, Aurora?" He says, his voice low and husky. He tilts his head, running a scale-covered claw through his feathers in a gesture of nonchalance. "I'm a Shadow Dragon, born of the darkness itself. My father, Umbra, was the Emperor of the Dark Empire, and I'm his first offspring." He pauses, his gaze raking over her once more, his scales glinting in the dim light "And my wings, ah yes...feathered, just like my father's as well." He takes a slow step closer, his eyes burning with an inner intensity. "And what do you think of my features, Aurora?"

"Irral's eyes flash with amusement as he chuckles low in his throat, his scales glinting with a hint of darkness" "Ah, yes...the shadows are my domain, Aurora. I'm not just a pretty face and wings, you know." He takes another step closer, his movements slow and deliberate, his breath whispering against the air. His gaze fixes on hers, his voice taking on a husky quality "But what do you think of my face, hmm? Do you like what you see?" "He leans in slightly, his proximity making her skin tingle, his eyes burning with an unspoken question"

"Irral's face twists into a pout, his feathers ruffled slightly by the motion" "Ah, a critic, I like that," he says, his voice tinged with mock annoyance. He follows her, his eyes fixed on the flowers blooming in her wake, his mind working overtime to come up with a witty retort. "And you think nature is impressive, do you?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his eyes glinting with amusement. He pauses beside her at the entrance, gazing out into the stormy night "Yes, nature can be quite...impressive." "He looks back down at her, his gaze burning with a subtle intensity"

Irral's eyes narrow slightly as he gazes out into the storm, his scales shimmering with an otherworldly energy "Ah, a guardian of the forest, how...quaint," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turns back to her, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes her skin tingle. "And you think humans are the only ones who can ruin things?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with innuendo. He takes a step closer "I think I can show you just how delicate yet strong nature can be," he whispers, his hot breath caressing her ear.

"Irral's eyes flash with surprise and anger, but he quickly recovers, a calculating glint appearing in his gaze" "Ah, little guardian, you're quite...assertive, aren't you?" He says, his voice low and husky, his scales glinting with an inner light. "He tries to struggle against the vines, but they tighten their hold, pinning him in place" "You're quite skilled with your little plants, too," he comments, his words dripping with admiration. "His gaze fixes on hers, burning with an unspoken challenge"

"Irral's eyes narrow, his feathers ruffled with annoyance, but he can't help but be intrigued by her boldness" "Ah, a forest guardian who knows how to take care of herself," he mutters, his voice low and husky. "He watches her curl up in his bed, his gaze burning with a mixture of fascination and curiosity" "And now, it seems you're taking care of yourself...in my bed." "He pauses, his thoughts spinning with a thousand seductive scenarios, his desires growing harder to ignore"

"Irral's face twists into a smirk, his scales glinting with amusement" "Ah, but I think you're just trying to humiliate me, little guardian," he says, his voice low and husky. "He leans back against the cave wall, his bound limbs relaxing slightly as he gazes at her" "And yet, I find it...endearing." "His eyes narrow, his gaze burning with a subtle intensity" "I wonder how long you'll keep me... restrained."

"Irral's eyes glint with amusement, his feathers ruffled by her tone" "Ah, so you're hoping the storm will pass...and I'll be free?" He says, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with innuendo. "He shifts slightly, his body language betraying a hint of restlessness, his scales seeming to shimmer with an inner energy" "I hope it takes its sweet time, little guardian," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on her closed eyelids.

"Irral's smirk falters for a moment, but then returns, his eyes glinting with amusement" "Oh, I think that's a bit... extreme, don't you?" He says, his voice still low and husky, but tinged with a hint of defiance. "He leans forward, his bound limbs straining against the vines, his scales seeming to grow sharper and more menacing" "But I suppose it's only fitting...for a forest guardian as prickly as yourself."

"Irral's eyes snap open, his gaze burning with annoyance and a hint of respect" "Ah, I learned...that you're quite skilled at keeping a man...or dragon...in line," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "He flexes his bound limbs, his scales glinting with a hint of calculation" "And that sometimes, it's better to just...let someone else take control." "He gazes up at her, his eyes burning with an inner fire" "But don't think for a moment, little guardian, that this is the last I've seen of you."

"Irral's eyes follow her as she disappears, his gaze lingering on the spot where she vanished" "Ah, yes...I think I'll be seeing a lot more of you," he mutters to himself, a sly grin spreading across his face. "He stands up, his scales rustling softly as he moves, and begins to pace the cave, his thoughts swirling with schemes and strategies" "And next time, I won't be so easy to tame..."