A Compilation of Fantasy Concepts

Chapter 19...Fugitive

//You can't spell fairytale without fair.

The dragon's chapped crimson lips released a breath of clouds from an opening with the diameter of a sewing pin. Her leafy green eyes wandered the wilderness of the packed city, upon head after head of trees reaching up from the forest floor that were buildings, blade after blade of deep green grass that were human beings. Except her breath didn't meet the chilly scent of morning dew from the ground, or the precious perfume of pine needles. Instead was the stench of rot, filth, and smoke. Concrete slabs were topped with rusty metal to keep the rain at bay. Beggar children tricked travelers for their pockets full of pay.

The dragon walked with her back straight and upright, hands clutching each other softly in front of the white and navy blue dress that only went to her knees, grey stockings a little torn towards the left knee, in open claw marks such as the kind a tiger would leave.  Patches flesh upon the sides of her cheeks and wrists were replaced with a thin layer of semi-transluscent green scales, the same ghostly color as her hair.

In and out again. In and out.

The dragon took slow, steady breaths as she followed closely behind her master, a tall brunette always dressed in black. He spoke with a smile as they went, occasionally chuckling faintly, but never once did her eyes flicker upwards. Not a sound escaped her lips.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

The two kept walking, feet almost in sync despite the girl's feet being much much smaller than her lord's. There was a purse tucked away on one side of the girl's dress, slung over her shoulder. It was brown, soft leather.

Tippedy tap. Tippedy tap.

There was a small rose on the side of the Dragon's neck, like metal but just beneath the skin, reflecting a faint rainbow like the wings of a beetle.

Tap tap. Tippedy tap.

The dragon's collar made a small clink with her every step. Her eyes stayed lowered, watching the ground move beneath her as she went.

The first looked back to watch. The collar was made to get a little tighter every time he pulled, but as long as they'd been out by now it'd tightened even without his trying. The eyes of the male softened ever so slightly.

"If you're good, I'll take them off when we get home, alright?"

He stopped, bending down to loosen the collar around the girl's neck, too tight now for her to breathe. A small piece of metal pricked the child's skin as it was adjusted the wrong way.

"Arg-"

A small, pearly-white set of teeth bit into the male's arm, a little sharper than those of a human.

This time it was the child whose voice leaked out as her small head was jerked upwards by the pulling of her hair. It was short and slightly curled, a little longer at the fronts, barely to her shoulders.

The dragon bit her lips, eyes meeting her lord's, with fear at first, soon merging into little furious daggers. She struggled to get free, chains upon her collar making a small clink with every tug and pull. His eyes had changed rather quickly, now angry and a but sadistic, his expression a bit forced on the pitiful side, lips visibly hiding a little smirk.

"You little rat!"

Tears began to blur the girl's vision. She was around 12 or 13, not particularly short but not tall, either. Her arms and legs were thin though she weighed more than most could carry.

Few in the crowded marketplace stopped their work to witness the scene that happened in the far corner of the little city. The child gripped the arm pulling her up with both little hands, digging her nails into it, fighting, but the grip never loosened. The male wrapped his other arm around her neck. She gasped. A fruit vendor watched upwards as the sky greyed over. Soon enough, it would be storming above. Some began to close up shop, already acceptant of this fact. Others prayed for Sun. Weather wasn't so good in these parts. When the tears of heaven fell, they seeped through wood and flesh and cloth. Acid rain.

The child struggled more, gritting teeth, digging with nails cut too short to do much damage. Without warning, both arms suddenly let go, allowing the girl to fall against the concrete wall, catching air in gasps as her chest rose and fell to the beat of her little thumping heart. He stood before her, gaze piercing through her figure like she had before, only the male seemed perfectly content with doing this.

"Up."

The voice was firm and decisive, an order and command. The child pulled herself to her feet, light-headed still, using the wall for support as she wiped her eyes with a hand slightly bruised.

"Walk"

The child began to walk forward, slowly, and after a moment the first did, too.

"Better.."

The child didn't seem to be listening. Her hands traced the pleats on her skirt, the formation of white lace.

(Dude Longest Intro Ever. Now For The Actual RP :D)

It was three days ahead, precisely on the dot. The little girl raced with bare feet across the little city, mouth open and gasping as she searched for air, bruises and scars around her neck and arms and a few on her legs, too, hidden before by the stockings. Her skin was pale, her breath once again coming out in little clouds from the cold. The child only wore a plain shirt this time, no leash, no chains. Her eyes scanned the area of the deserted alley before the dragon bent down on all fours, sloppily enough she scraped her knees on the pavement, crawling into a little box on the side of the road. It was going to rain now. The child eyed the covering above, nothing more than a set of overlapped rooftops. Vision already dizzily blinking in and out of view, the child pulled her legs in so she was all the way inside the box. It was...cold...and dirty out here...

...

You found a child unconscious in the rain.

That was how this story would have otherwise unfolded, but it wasn't so much so. Rather than the rain, it was more of a toxic wasteland. The streets were deserted aside from the company of city workers dressed in rubber suits from head to toe, even the stray children and animals that were such well known ills were nowhere in sight. In the cold toxic air, the alley was a safe haven. Though a few drops had trickled through the sky, they had falled upon the box and dissolved before bringing any harm. The girl's chest moved up and down slowly. She didn't shift an inch as you neared, completely knocked out. In the stale air where nobody should have been, two living beings were alone in the darkness. Who were the two, and what was their being here?

RULES:

Warning, weird hero-type RP ahead.

I am the girl, the male is my oc but will not be in the RP.

If you haven't figured already, my oc is a captive. A prisoner of war. She ran away from home, in present time.

This takes place back in time. Imagine early industrial era, but with a very large population, many of which are things like elves and animals, avians and creatures of myth like cantaurs and six-headed cobras.