1x1 with Lainalou

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(Well, since we won't be using a form, I guess I'll just start.)
Young Sevilen was never content with her father and his constant slaughter. It was awful to not be able to walk into town on any day without being watched like she herself was one of the dragons her father hunted, a sport mother highly disapproved of. Ever since she vanished one day, things felt different. Her mother was always kind, hiding Sevilen when her father would bring in the heads of the beasts. She always felt a pang of guilt. They were only looking for food, and with her fathers other vast hunting parties taking out so many animals, it would be nearly impossible for them. This was the last straw though. The night before, her father proposed that she should marry Prince Fredrick from the next kingdom over. Of course, she knew it was only a plot to get more. Fredrick was the last heir to the throne in his kingdom, and if something were to happen to him, it would all spill onto her. It would be an assassin away from him doubling everything he had. But now who was outside her window but a large crowd of protesters? Finally, someone was strong enough to stand up to face him! She pulled back her oak colored hair and walked swiftly down the stairs. She had nothing to loose and everything to gain. What would make or break that was if she could finish this. She opened the door, watching the shocked crowd, their banners freezing midair. Her legs shook, but it didn't stop her. She yanked a sign from the closest protester, her silver eyes flashing much like her fathers. "Well, are we protesting or are we standing around?" She demanded. Slowly, they started up again, Sevilen standing proudly in front.
(I can't remember when I last wrote that much.)

[Lainalou]

Among the protesters stood two.
The female was dressed in a forest green tunic with tan embroidery along the collar styled to fit her slender body, formed to a slight hourglass figure. Around her narrow waist was wrapped a belt made of soft leather from which hung a very empty coin pouch and a sheathed hunting knife. On her back was a bow and quiver full of arrows.
The male had a more simple and practical design of tunic colored in a medium brown and laced up at the collar and along the cuffs. He wore a belt of the same brown leather as the female and a similarly empty coin pouch hung from his as well as a hunting knife. He was also equipped with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
The siblings were hunters living outside of town, supplying the rich with food and getting barely anything in return. They had come when they caught wind of the protest.
Anyone who looked at them would have no doubts that they were related, the female wore her golden hair held away from her face with a simple pin, the loose curls fell over the front of her shoulder, coming to rest just above her elbow. Her eyes shone forest green, brought out boldly by the green of her tunic.
Her brother had the same color hair, though his fell in a mop of loose colors cut just short enough so as not to get into his eyes. The eyes was where the coloring of the two differed. The male's eyes were as blue as the hydrangeas growing outside the door of the cottage they now shared alone, the same cottage they had grown up in with their parents and they with their parents before that.
The cottage they hoped they would get a chance to see again.
"Is our coming here a sacrifice? Are we to become martyrs for freedom?" The female, Eleanor, asked, worry lacing her voice and eyes.
"It is likely, but at least we will have the satisfaction of knowing our deaths will mean less food coming in to the table of that rotten pig." Garret spat with a smirk.
Eleanor looked at him, eyes searching for a moment, and then she laughed with renewed hope that the king would eventually be taken down.

((A bit long, sorry, lol.))

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"STOP!" Sevilen stepped forward at the yell. There in the doorway stood none other than the king himself. His face was beet red, his silver eyes like his daughter's flashing coldly. "You!" He pointed an accusing finger at his daughter, who stood to her full five foot seven. "Yes, I." She said, scarily calm. "You little viper! You set this up, didn't you?" He asked. Flattening her golden skirts and tucking a stray hair away she replied. "I did nothing. I came out here to support my people, my mother's people. Your bait." He snorted. "You child, should talk of bait! You little betrayer." He shook his head. "You betrayed blood," "And you betrayed so much more." Her father shook his head. His greying hair ruffling in the wind. "You'll learn what bait really is." Turning to the guards, face void, he spoke two deathly words. "Get them." The guards shot around the crowd, one going specifically after Sevilen. Cursing silently that she didn't take her old training bow with her, she kicked rapidly, reaching for the bronze dagger at her hip. It was in vain. It was lucky it was hidden in the folds of her skirt, or someone might have taken it. It didn't help that she was being bound and gagged. Ugh. She always threw up when a gag entered her mouth. She didn't have time to think of that though. She could only kick in vain, watching as people were herded up like livestock for the slaughter. The gag slipped for a second from her mouth, long enough for her to shout. "King Jacob, I swear on my life you will see the end of your reign!" A guard slapped her harshly across her face, but she didn't cry out in pain. She only let out a hopeless choke as she watched people bound and thrown into carts before she was knocked over the head and thrown in with them.

[Lainalou]

The siblings glared at the king as he made his appearance, they wanted so badly to yell at him, to put an arrow through his head. But they couldn't, they would surely be dead the moment they even raised a bow.
"You'll learn what bait really is."
Those words emitting from the mouth of the king threw the crowd into a panic, left and right people tried to run. The siblings were separated and swept away from the crowd. Eleanor cried out, a mix of pain and frustration, as she was pushed down by a panicked citizen. Her head hit the stones and it was too late, she was carried away towards a waiting cart.
"Eleanor!" Garret shouted in panic, he used his strength to push through the crowd towards his sister. He was cursing his inability to use his bow in such a tightly packed crowd. That was the last thought he remembered before losing consciousness.

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There was a soft thunk as the last person was thrown in and the cart rumbled away. Not even the slightest ghost of mercy passed over the kings face as they went away. Through the town, people shrank away as the cart rumbled by, as they knew all too well what was inside. Friends, family, and just other humans. Off to be fed to dragons. The cart rumbled down the beaten path, jiggling from the rocks that had come with years of being thrown into disrepair. It finally made its way down the path out of the city, miles and miles away until it reached a deep green valley. One might look at it and think of how beautiful it was if they came from anywhere else, but to the people of that kingdom, it was the slaughterhouse. Still bound, people were thrown out like sacks of grain. As soon as the last person was thrown out, the first few dragons appeared in the sky. The guards couldn't leave fast enough. It was now that the princess opened her eyes, seeing a shadow split through the blinding light. She knew all too well what that thing above was. Death.

His wings beat the air, the noise echoing through the valley. Normally he would have taken a human for food, but something odd drew him to the pile. It wasn't his usual hunger that made his scales too big on his own body, his slender frame looking almost fragile in the air, it was something from what dragons often dismissed as myth. Humans called it a soul. From that soul he felt a pull like a horse being led. A pull to one body on top of the others. To his sensitive eyes it seemed almost to glow in a soft way. Something that reminded him of warmth and new life. He pressed his wings and legs into his body, looking like a huge snake in the air, snatching up the one who pulled him, yet smelled of death. She didn't smell like real death, of which he knew well, but she smelled like the one who brought death. She smelled like the rose perfumes and the rich food. At the last second he snatched her up and flapped his wing, banking to the right, back towards the cave where he and a few others stayed. He ducked under and slid on his back feet, putting the human near the pile of human things he had found over the years. Not a hoard per say. It was more like a collection. A limited one. He watched his brothers and sisters swoop down on the others with a huffing sigh.

[Lainalou]

Eleanor opened her eyes blearily, blinking several times to adjust to the bright sunlight above her. How long had it been? Days? Hours? As her eyes adjusted she looked in front of her and straight into the eyes of a young he-dragon. She bit back a scream, tears filling her eyes up. Here it was, her end coming for her, and the dragon couldn't have even been decent enough to eat her while she was asleep.
Her eyes closed tightly and she held her breath, waiting for the moment to come.
But it never did.
Hesitantly opening her eyes again she looked the dragon over. He was still looking her over with those eerie green eyes. His scales were green and shimmered gold as the light hit them.
Eleanor was confused, the dragon just stared at her calmly as if... Waiting for something? She reached out, hand shaking towards the creature. She wished she had her weapons, but they had been taken by the guards along with her coin pouch and she was left only with tunic, belt, and soft leather boots.
Her hand touched the dragon's snout and the next thing she knew he had her in his talons, flying back to his lair.

The young male reached the cave, carefully and awkwardly shifting the position of the human as he went to his nest. Being young and relatively low on the totem pole he didn't have any treasures, but now he had the greatest treasure.
He preened proudly as he put his human in plain view for all to see. Such a lovely thing she was, how could everyone not agree? She smelled of fresh leaves in summer and rich dark soil. Her hair shone like gold treasures.
He was distracted as his sister walked up to sniff curiously at his human. He growled and pulled her towards him, she was unconscious again, having passed out after he grabbed her.
His sister shrugged and showed him her find. She had found a human too! The nerve of her. He snorted and eyed the human male. He looked similar to his own, but not nearly as nice looking or smelling in his opinion. He sniffed and turned his head back towards his own human.
The female dragon, covered in blue scales narrowed her silver eyes at her brother. How could he dismiss her human so easily? He was obviously much better looking than her sibling's puny female and he smelled so nice, like a hunter digging his claws into the body of prey, like the bark covering the trees of the forest where he laid in wait for the kill.
Her head turned as she heard a voice, it was her human! He was awake! Her eyes followed him to the nest of a third dragon and a third human.
"Y-your highness?" Garret asked, groggy. His eyes were on the female near the third dragon. The female he recognized as the princess. His voice was tentative, he still couldn't be sure whether this was even real or not.

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Slowly, the princess rolled over. Her eyes flickered open and closed, as it was obviously hard to stay awake. "I live for now, but I doubt we'll see the morrow." She coughed, pressing her palms into the dirty floor. She looked about, her eyes finally landing on speaker. Her mouth hung open a little as she coughed weakly. Why had so much energy been drained from her? A soft grumble came from above, and she found she didn't have the breath to scream at the large dragon above. He looked down to the princess, his eyes fixed on her, not as if she was food, but as if she was a delicate piece of glass. He seemed mildly amused that his companions also had taken humans, but his eyes fell on the last empty nest. Where was the last? She wasn't among the ones picking off humans, and she wasn't there. He pushed his worry aside and sat, curled around his nest and human. The others could be content with their humans. They were well, but this girl seemed different. Exotic and powerful with her nearly waist long oak colored hair, olive skin and peculiar silver eyes, much like the female to his right. His female stirred again, moaning. She looked up at the dragon curled around her, like a huge hog pen, but didn't yell. "Are you alive?" She called to the other girl she noticed.
(Forgot to ask, should the dragons be able to speak? If so, draconic or common?)

[Lainalou]

((Let's say they can speak and they can speak common language. Will they have any special bonds with their riders like telepathic communication or anything?))

Eleanor let out a groan at the sound of voices, she blinked several times. She had passed out again after take off, she had been so frightened. If it was one thing Eleanor couldn't stand it was heights. "Hello? Yes, I am alive. Garret? Is my brother Garret here? Is he alive?" She couldn't see around the great hulking figure of a dragon wrapped around her.
"I am here Eleanor, it is the princess here with us, her highness still lives!" Garret called, he turned to face the princess again, "We are Garret and Eleanor Torteval, we were hunters living outside the city."

"Eleanor..." The emerald dragon purred happily, "Such a beautiful name, much more so than Garret, don't you think, Nila?" He sounded smug.
The sapphire dragon, Nila, growled threateningly and harrumphed, "Hardly, Fraener, Garret is a much better name. It is a strong and handsome name, perfectly fitting for someone who is so flawless. Unlike your Eleanor." She snapped.
Fraener growled and nipped at Nila, she nipped him back and they both pulled their humans closer.
Eleanor and Garret were in shock, did those dragons just speak? Were they really arguing over which of the siblings were better?

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Sevilen's jaw was slack. Not from exhaustion like before, but from shock. She coughed again, spitting out some dust that had fallen in her mouth. "I wish-" She spat again, making a face at the taste. "I wish we met in better circumstances. I don't believe I need any introduction. Just call me Sevilen though, princess is quite a title I loath." The large dragon above seemed to frown at the bickering two. "You two fools keep your maws shut over such a petty thing. All the humans are nice, now stop acting like hatchlings fighting over a coin!" He snapped. "Besides, they're probably confused. And- Hey!" Sevilen stood up and pulled out her knife. With a flick of his tail the dragon tossed it aside. "Easy, small one." He purred calmly. "I am Dawnbreaker. The sapphire one is Nila and the emerald one Fraener." He explained, pointing to either in turn with his tail. Sevilen sucked in a breath, trying to keep steady. "Er, Dawnbreaker. I am Sevilen Robberts, princess of Bresal." She made a bit of a "Please don't eat me" face. She curtsied in a way only a princess could, one that had been perfected over many forced years of practice. Dawnbreaker chuckled a bit from above. "You don't need to bow to a dragon, lass."
(That's how I've done it in past rps.)

[Lainalou]

Watching the dragon, Dawnbreaker, interact with Nila and it occurred to him that she must be young in dragon terms, the same with Fraener. They must also answer to Dawnbreaker as the two shut up when he told them to.
Eleanor gazed up at Fraener, having come to the same conclusion that these were young dragons. "Why did you bring us here if you are not going to eat us?" She asked curiously.
Fraener looked down at his human and thought about it, why did he? "I do not know." He replied, "You smelled good, and you are pretty, and I was drawn to you. You seem like a part of me I have missed without never knowing you existed." He knew his explanation probably raised more questions than it answered, but that was the best he had.
Nila nodded in agreement, it was the same way she felt when it came to Garret.