Virlane

9 0 0
                                    

Virlane sat quietly in his study, slowly he went over to a special bookshelf and took down a large old dusty book, flipping through it he finally came to the page he wanted, he reread the spell several times until he was satisfied it would work. He set the book aside and made a list of the things he would need for this adventure. One that just might be the most important thing he had ever done in his long life. But first things first, Bitsy! Virlane adjusted his size for the dimensions of the tower room, as he appeared without a sound. He looked towards the fireplace and saw the casket sitting just where he had been told it would be, he walked over to it not making a sound and quietly lifted the lid. Hearing the lid open, Bitsy had tried to hide under the shawl, she didn't move a muscle, hoping whoever had opened the lid would close it and go about their business. With a talon, Virlane lifted the shawl off of Bitsy, she looked up in terror then suddenly cried out, "Virlane, oh Virlane, I'm so happy to see you." Virlane motioned her to be quiet and gently lifted her out of the casket, cradling her in the palm of his paw, he proceeded to use his magic to mend her injuries. Bitsy flew into the air, then hugged Virlane "We have to leave here, Virlane, you don't know the evil, we have to leave and right away. If they catch us we are done for, come on, Virlane." She tugged at his wing, trying to get him to move, but he was looking at the figure laying on the floor next to the bed. Sometime during the night MiLady had tried to reach the bed but had collapsed next to it, she had managed to pull the coverlet off the bed and over herself, but had gotten no further as the events of the day finally caught up with her. Bitsy saw Virlane looking at the lady, and with another tug at his wing said, "take her with us, Virlane, you can make her all better, later at your lair. Come on Virlane get her and lets go."

Virlane ignored the tug on his wing and walked over to look down at MiLady, he gently reached for her and picked her up. For a moment her eye's flicked open and she looked at the dragon. "You are real after all," she said, barely above a whisper, her shackled hands reached out and touched his arm, he felt warm and smooth like soft leather, not the rough, hard, scales she had expected. MiLady smiled softly as her eyes closed once more into an exhausted sleep. Virlane snarled as he saw the shackles, he raised an eyeridge and they fell from her wrists to the floor. Bitsy, who had been tugging violently at Virlane's wing upon hearing the snarl was so startled she let loose at full tug and went somersaulting through the air, hitting the wall with a very unladylike ooofffhh she slide down to the floor. She muttered things about dragons not warning a girl about snarling and flew back to where Virlane still stood and to Bitsy's eye's seemed to be cuddling the lady.

As he stood holding the lady in his arms, his thoughts went back to other times, he had watched her grow up, dancing through the forest and meadows. He smiled as he remembered the time she had fallen out of a tree and with the wind knocked out of her and her hair full of leaves and twigs, he had almost gone to her then, but she had gotten up with a giggle and gone running off to her papa. As the years went by he continued to watch her, it had become almost a ritual. Then the day had come when she was no longer a gangly girl child, but had budding breasts and the indent of a waist, Virlane had chuckled then and thought to himself, our little one is growing up. One afternoon during an extremely long hot summer, she had, as always come to her special place, but this time she slipped out of her dress and lay in the brook, to cool off. As Virlane watched she played in the water and with a sudden jolt of realization, he felt his shaft slipping from its sheath within his body. He shook with the need to possess her, as she stepped out of the brook, his talon's curled as he resisted the urge to go to her and lick the drops of water off her body. He watched her use her scarf of green and gold to dry off her body, imagining his paws in its place, he groaned. After she had left the small glen, he saw she had dropped the scarf and picking it up had smelled deeply inhaling her scent, committing it to memory he closed his eye's and crooned for her and his need. He never went back to the glen when she was there, simply watched from a distance, but the ache for her never went away. The idea that somewhere in her mind she had been aware of him, had felt his presence made the love in his heart stronger.

MiladyWhere stories live. Discover now