Meddle with the beast || B x G PAFP

Setting

^{Medieval times where theres wagons and horses instead of cars and messengers instead of Cell phones.}

^{Dragons are a myth. A Fairytale amongst human kind, tales told by kings in their castle to the common folk and children of the lands. But one day, a real live dragon awakens from his long sleep slumber after a foolish young witch comes into his cave and touch a ruby of his.}

My Character

Anorith

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Height: 6'4

Body build: Rather muscular and tall.

Personality:

Anorith has an ego of All the kings combined. He believes the land he walks on should be worshipped and praised. He Knows what he wants and he is quick to take it, if he pleases. He's not the most thoughtful, but then again he is the last of his kind. A fire breathing dragon with a piping hot temper that could put volcanoes to shame. Underneath his rather unsightly attitude is a gentle giant, afraid of ruining things with his fire. Yet, despite this He has quite a good time burning down hay roofed buildings and knocking over towers with his tail.

He is not very experienced in love, and can be quiet aloof when potential partners show themselfs, often times he sees it as a joke or a quick snack. There is nothing more satisfying to him then devouring royal family members or famed knights.

History:

Anorith was born long in ancient times, he had killed off his own brethren after being impatient for an actual meal. His mother adored him, but his father was long gone before he hatched, like many males tended to do among his kind. Anorith was coddled and spoilt and treated like the brightest ruby anyone could ever find, and he loved it. It wasn't long before his ego and self esteem went sky high. A great sense of pride was in him. When humans killed most of the dragons off, he and some others decided it was best to take form of a human to hide. Unfortunately the wings and horns stayed, but nothing they couldn't hide. Anyway, a couple centuries later and it was time for sleep, and he suited well into a cave full of his collected treasures with rubys and diamonds.

Little does he know his kind is long gone, and he might very well be the last.

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Anorith was in deep slumber for many years, enjoying the gems between his scales, as he been in his dragon form at the time upon his rest. He was anxious to be awake, but in no hurry. His long tail glided across various pieces of gold that he laid on top of, his head burried in a mountain of it. This was home. He knew exactly how much gold and jewlery was here at all times. So when he felt a disturbance... his red eyes shot open, quickly acknowleding a young witch in front of him. His large slitted eye seemed to narrow before he towered abover her.“None shall steal from me! ” he Roared in anger His throat lighting up red and orange. He was going to burn her soon.

The dragon snorted aggressively, blocking the entrance with his tail.“ A Ruby that belongs to me, and me alone." He grumbled loudly. Anorith wasn't the sharing type, but this woman was quite intriguing. Why did she come into his cave so...calmly. And she was back talking HIM.“ I admire you're bravery, so I will not eat you. Not yet of course.” He leaned his big head close to get a better look.“ Witch. Of course you are.” He said matter of factly, breathing in her face before drawing his head back, not before using a big claw to grab the ruby, suprisingly he was gentle and pulled it away with little effort on his part. Instead of putting it in the pile with the rest, he examined it. His red orange eyes blinked before he Threw it on the ground in front of her.“ Have it, It has a crack in it anyway.” Though the fracture was small he refused to have it any longer.

“Why are you here?”

When Anorith had went into hibernation hundreds of years ago, he remembered there being others. Plenty of other dragons. His eyes slitted slightly but for some reason he wasn't that upset.“ Well, None of the others are as great as me. Of course I'm the last of my kind.” He snorted and huffed in amusement.“If I really am the last, Then people should worship me Like a god. I practically am already.” His ego, like plenty other dragons was strong. He decided to finally answer her question.“I can smell the magic that's coursing through your veins, I can see it in your eyes, lingering faintly. Humans may not be able to tell what you are, But I am greater than a silly human. And you certainly are as well. Beings that reject magic are..simply ignorant pests that fear the unknown.” He grumbled. He wasn't trying to compliment the witch, but who knows how many people just waltz right into his cave out of curiosity. Sitting up right he moved his tail out of the entrance.“Are their many witches?"

Anorith listened with intrigue, And was glad she thought so as well. Otherwise he might've crushed her then and there for breakfast.“I see.” He murmured.“ Zora.” He said out loud to himself to get a feel for the name.“ You may call me Anorith. It is easier for people who do not know the dragon tongue, but my real name is AnorithSahquo. It means Fire.” He informed her carefully. He blinked slowly at her for a moment wondering what he was to do. No one except this little witch knew there was a dragon still alive. If he didn't want to get killed he would have to be careful- he is the last But it does not mean he can't save his kind with a bit of effort. Since female dragons were not common some dragons found it easy to find another magical being to be mates with. His Mother was dragon, and so was his father, so this concept was bland to him. He would have to think about it, for now the easiest thing for him to do would be to take over something and let his presence be known. For now...“Guide me to your coven young witch, and I'll offer you a better life for the benefit of magic. I want to rule the lands, where magic can be free of ignorance, I will Destroy all who is man!” He bellowed. It was a large goal But he had time he barely knew the concept of aging.“ well, at least ill start small."

“Of course they would. Well, Im not opposed to taking a smaller form.” With that in a blink of an eye the dragon grew into a much smaller form than his previous one. One of a human, except. No matter how hard he tried his wings stayed, as well as his horns and tail. His arms and lower half seemed to keep hardened scales, his hands and feet keeping the sharp talons of a dragon, except smaller. His chest was bare, and he still was taller than the female. And his red long hair covered his shoulders nicely. He still felt just as strong, with the exception of no longer to feel the fire in his throat. Despite this his skin was warm, but not burning to the touch.“ this will have to do. I can't completely change into something I'm not. He folded his wings on his back and recieved a black cloak from his hoard, covering the strange appendages despite the fact it was uncomfortable. He did not put any shoes or a shirt on.“It would have been quicker to fly but I don't have the strength yet to take down any group of armed people. Its been Awhile since i ate."

He nodded to her explanation. She was right. He wondered what a human could cater him besides themselves. He wasn't a picky eater, but he did eat in vast amounts. Where else would he get the energy to hold his form? Hibernating restored barely half, and the rest went to eating half of his body weight. Its why larger dragons eat mostly meat. Salads and fruits were nice but Not at all filling like cattle and horses. Fish weren't exactly good either, unless it were The larger species like tuna and salmon. But it was a hard task. Dragons were... vulnerable to water.

Seeing that she wanted him to take her and he obliged. Better than walking. He took her hand with his warm scaled one, firmly but putting the effort in not to hurt her. He knew his own strength.“lets go then.”

“Of course.” He was glad she was so willing to help him. He wouldn't admit it though, his pride kept him from saying much. He found himself in the barn in just moments. He picked a sheep to eat, since in this form it would be hard to eat a cattle or horse. He used his claws to cut the poor thing down into eatable chunks, and ate it raw. He avoided the bones and the guts, he just liked meat, so he avoided them when he could.

It wasn't long before his face was covered in blood. He licked his claws delicately and tried to get the blood off his face. Once he was 'clean' he headed back to the waiting witch, a bit of a mess.“I finished." He claimed standing beside her and looking down at her.

The dragon felt his nose twitch a bit when the spell cleaned him up. It didn't bother him at all.“alright then. Im eager to meet them." He stated. He wondered how strong she was. Magic wise. He couldn't tell what spells she knew, but maybe she knew a lot.“Do they know if There is a dragon left? Or do they not believe in me?" He asked curiously.“surely they knew you went out to find my cave?"