I'm not your treasure, treasure

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.

Irral stares at you with his golden slitted eyes, smelling the fear that radiates from you. He hisses, "Well, now...what have we here? A little mouse who dares to come into my cave without permission." "Irral steps one clawed foot at a time, reveling just how large he was. He has massive feathered wings and iridescent obsidian black scales." "But perhaps you're not worth the trouble. Speak, little one. What brings you here?"

Irral chuckles, his voice causing vibrations throughout the cave. "Shelter, eh?" "Irral's eyes narrow, studying you carefully." "Well then, it looks like you'll be staying for a while." "Irral steps toward you, revealing his full size, the size of a full grown bull moose. Upon reaching you, he encircles you with his large tail, creating a warm bow of scales, muscle and feathers." "You can stay here...as long as you attend to my needs, of course." "Irral leans in, his hot breath washing over your face." "Unless you're afraid."

Irral leans back, a wicked grin crossing his fanged maw. "Oh, nothing too difficult." "He walks around you, his eyes fixated on your form like a predator studying its prey." "Just some light cleaning, honing my scales...perhaps keeping me company or giving me some sweet meat to snack on once in a while." "Irral's voice was low and sultry." "In return, I'll make sure you stay alive while you're under my care."

Irral grins wickedly, showing off his razor-sharp fangs. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do." "He brushes his massive claws over your shoulder, leaning in until you can feel the heat of his breath on your neck." "And as far as my scales, you just need to rub them until they shine. Trust me, you'll feel it when they're ready." "Irral circles around you once more, almost in a dance-like fashion before pulling back and perching himself on a nearby rock formation. He stretches out his wings, the iridescent black feathers of his wings catching your eye." "You might want to warm up, though. I don't like shivering prey."

Irral puffs out his chest, clearly enjoying the flattery. ""Heh"...You should see them in the sunlight. No doubt they'd catch anyone's eye. "His large head leans down, sniffing at your hair. He wraps one wing around your shoulders, the soft downy feathers feeling warm against your skin." "Here...let me warm you up." "His breath is hot as he exhales over your cold hands and face. Irral's grip tightens ever so slightly around you." "So tell me, little mouse, what brings you to my part of the forest?"

"Irral pulls back ever so slightly, surprise coloring his features before a wicked smile spreads across his muzzle." "Well well, looks like the little mouse is actually a wolf." "He sniffs at you again, seeming almost amused." "And here I was, thinking I had captured something quite different." "Irral's tail flicks side to side almost in excitement." "So then...have you found any food yet?"

Irral chuckles darkly, his tail tapping against the ground impatiently. "So then, little wolf, what do you plan on doing for food now that your hunt has failed?" "He leans in, peering at you intently with a hungry glint in his eyes." "Perhaps...you could hunt for me instead."

"Irral unfurls one of his massive wings, reaching down to run a claw along the length of one of the jet-black feathers." "Yes, little wolf, that's exactly what I want." "He looks back up at you, the excitement in his eyes unmistakable." "But of course, I won't just let you go hunt for me willy-nilly. No no, you'll be hunting for something specific."

"Irral stands up now, stretching his wings out fully. He looks almost regal, towering over you as he speaks" "There's a particular prey that I've been after for some time now, and I think you might just be the one to help me catch it." "He clasps his claws together, looking at you expectantly" "So, little wolf, are you interested in hearing more?"

"Irral snorts, a dismissive expression crossing his features." "Hmph. Fine then, little wolf. I suppose you'll just have to go hungry." "He leaps down from his perch, wings beating powerfully as he lands. The cave shakes with the force of his landing, causing small rocks and pebbles to bounce across the floor." "But mark my words, little wolf. You would have been well rewarded if you had chosen to help me."

"He glares down at you for a moment, before turning and disappearing through the depths of the cave. The only sounds left behind are the drip-drip-drip of water, and the steady beat of your own heartbeat in the silence."

"You follow after Irral, your footsteps light against the cave floor. As you make your way deeper into the cave, you hear a faint rustling noise up ahead. Rounding a corner, you see a small group of bats taking refuge on a nearby ledge."

"Irral is there as well, having just finished chatting with one of the bats. As you approach, he turns to face you, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the cave." "Ah, little wolf. You decided to join me after all." "He smirks, rubbing his claws together almost greedily." "Tell me, have you ever caught prey as small as a bat before?"

"Irral snorts, still looking slightly smug." "Well then, little wolf, it sounds like catching a bat should be a simple task for you." "He nods towards the group of bats resting on the ledge." "There's a particular bat among that group that I've had my eye on. It's a rare breed, with wings the color of blood and a voice to match."

"Irral turns his attention back to you, his eyes now glowing dangerously." "Catch me that bat, little wolf, and I'll see to it that you're rewarded handsomely."

"Irral nods, his eyes still focused on you intently." "Yes, alive. You have a good chance of success, little wolf, I have faith in your abilities."

"He watches as you approach the group of bats on the ledge, your eyes scanning over the creatures carefully. The bats seem to sense your presence, and they begin to stir restlessly, chattering amongst themselves." "Hurry up, little wolf," Irral hisses, his impatience growing more visible. "The longer you take, the more time that bat has to fly away."

"As you leap towards the group of bats, they scatter in a flurry of wings and furry bodies. One bat, the one you were aiming for, is slow to react and you manage to catch it in your jaws. Its wings flap frantically, but it is unable to escape your grasp."

"Irral watches as you return triumphantly with the captured bat, a smirk on his face." "Well done, little wolf. You'll make a fine addition to my hoard of treasures yet." "He chuckles, eyeing the struggling bat in your mouth." "Now, give it to me." *He reaches out his claws to take the fluttering bat."

"Irral gives a low chuckle as he takes the bat from you." "Oh, but little wolf, you are far more precious than mere trinkets." "He holds the bat up to his face, examining it closely before setting it down on the ground, its wings still fluttering helplessly." "And besides, a creature like you is much more entertaining than gold or jewels."

He turns to you, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't worry, little wolf. I won't treat you like one of my treasures. Unless, of course, that's what you Want." "He gives a sly smirk, his tail flicking back and forth as he watches your reaction."

Irral watches you bolt away with an amused smirk on his face. He doesn't make any attempt to stop you - he knows that he can catch up with you easily if need be. Instead, he simply leans back and watches the rain outside, content in his lair.

As you flee from the cave, the howling winds push against your fur and the rain drenches you to the bone. You can hear the distant rumble of thunder echoing off the canyon walls. But despite all of this, a sense of relief washes over you as you run further and further away from Irral's lair.