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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 6:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:58 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 4:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 4:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:12 pm
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After things had calmed down after the kidnapping, Rylen showed her the area around his quaint cave. A lake in the woods, and a nice little village tucked away in the trees. The latter they spent some time in for some furniture for Morgan (a dragon was happy with a pile of treasure, but he knew she'd want something a little more comfortable) so a bed was bought, along with a table, a dresser, and a comfy chair. Rylen also went ahead and bought a few braziers and attached them to the walls of his cave, so no constant makeshift campfires would be necessary. He also bought her an assortment of more clothes and other frivolous things for her general care and beautyment, though despite their moment he still hadn't found the guts to tell her how he felt, so he could only hope his assorted hinting got through to her. He knew how this would end with her, so he didn't want to start it knowing he'd only met with sadness later. Of course if Morgan sat him down to talk about it, he couldn't very well deny it.
A month passed, and one night Rylen snuck out of their home (it was too well furnished now to be a cave) and transformed back into a dragon, flying up to that castle they'd escaped from. Oh Magey wasn't happy, but at least it gave him a chance to take care of their would-be kidnapper. Rylen was thankfully he could lift so much, because when he went to raid her research, he just wound up grabbing a full bookshelf when found what he was looking for. Great leathery wings stood out in shadowy contrast against the pale moon behind him as he flew back, hoping Morgan didn't wake up and find him gone in the meanwhile.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 9:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 9:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 9:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 9:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 8:38 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 5:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 5:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 6:21 pm
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Morgan's face reddened rapidly, up until it closely resembled a ripe tomato in hue. Initially, she was shocked by how casually he could just undress in front of her like that. She then remembered that he was a dragon, and human form or no, there were still a lot of nuances to human culture(s) that he simply didn't know or understand. Plus, she was getting a free peep show so it was probably wise not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Yes, it was perhaps best that she keep this to herself. This was, of course, the route of most benefit for everyone involved. Especially Morgan. It wasn't a crime to admire the contours of his chiseled torso, painted in both scars and scales that gave him both an exotic and dangerous charm. It wasn't a sin to appreciate the things his body could do, if he put his mind to it. Which, naturally, made her wonder if dragons were endowed as humans are when borrowing their form. Now thoroughly ashamed of herself for letting her thoughts go so far, she bit her lower lip and averted her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 6:30 pm
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