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Lazarus Steele

"I wouldn't get on my nerves. My teeth can become quite sharp."

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a character in “Oh, How Mundane!”, as played by Dead

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Lazarus Steele
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|{ "My ancestors burned down mountains and fed on the blood of thousands of virgins. What do you think I'll do to you?" }|

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Just the little things.

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{{NAME}}
Lazarus Drakkar Steele

{{FACE CLAIM}}
Taylor Kitsch

{{GENDER}}
Testosterone all the way.

{{AGE}}
Appears to be around 23-25 Years Old.

{{ETHNICITY}}
American/Scottish

{{SEXUALITY}}
Prefers women, but isn't against men.

{{SPECIES}}
High Golden Dragon.

{{STATUS}}
Currently Single.

{{OCCUPATION}}
He is the CEO of a company referred to as Steele&Parker Inc. which actually creates a synthetic blood for vampires after a vampire named Lydia Parker needed investment in her brilliant idea. Lazarus, being filthy rich from centuries of his family's work, invested in her synthetic blood and the company was born, and became a big success among the mortals.

{{CLOSE FAMILY}}
All of Lazarus's family are dead. He is the last of his bloodline.


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What does my reflection show?

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{{APPEARANCE}}

Lazarus Steele has an intimidating height of six foot five, being able to stare down most of the "little people" that pass him by. With a strong physique of pure muscle and raw power, he can easily take on about five grown men; and he will not hesitate to brag about it either. His skin as a light gold color, which tans quite nicely if he is out enjoying the sun; with an angled face and a strong jawline that makes people uneasy when it is set. His eyes range from a light lingering brown to a dark shimmering gold, usually changing by his moods or when he lets his inner dragon out. His hair is a dark brown and shaggy usually lingering in small waves around his strong neck, and always looking a bit messy and unkept. He often allows a shade of short hair to form along his face, but always keeps it trimmed if he doesn't feel like shaving it off all together; and is complimented on how more mature it makes him look. (Not that he cares what other people think.)

His fashion is always unknown. He likes to keep it grunge looking or just casual, usually wearing muscle shirts, t-shirts, and sweaters of different bands and logos as well as baggy jeans and dark boots. When it's warm out, Lazarus will not hesitate to expose his upper body, prideful of his rippling muscles and wonderful physique and form. He always has a soft spot for flannels for some reason, and always has some sort of sharp object hidden up his sleeve. (Not like he needs it though.) Lazarus can also transform into parts of a dragon. His bloodline has supressed it's full form for thousands of years, and his size as a full on dragon is a little bigger then a full grow grizzly bear. His scales are shiny and gold, along with the four horns that sprout from his head and the giant wings he can use to glide through the air. His tail is covered in razor spikes, and his claws are undoubtedly the meanest knives you could ever dread to face. He is also given a full set of deadly teeth that can crunch bone and tear flesh with a single bite.

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Look a little deeper.

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{{PERSONALITY/TRAITS }}

Being a dragon means prideful, stubborn, and arrogant beyond all levels. With the power to become a creature of fright and terror, and being ruggedly handsome in a human form, Lazarus can be the most arrogant ass you'll ever meet. He is never afraid to speak his mind and can be as blunt as day and night, giving insults and his own opinions or the cold, deadly truth that has caused him to make many enemies and few friends. But the ones who can look past his stubborn pride see the side of Lazarus many others can't see through that thick hide of his. Lazarus can be friendly, and his intelligence is off the charts when it comes to all sorts of subjects. He does have a soft spot for people who give respect to earn respect, and he is a gentlemen despite his prideful nature; he will never touch a woman, or another man, unless invited to and always holds doors open for people. But when it comes to money and shiny things, don't expect handouts because Lazarus is one greedy bastard.


{{LIKES}}
| Alcohol | Sex | Virgins | Money | Gold | Parties | Gyms | History | Swords | Fights | Running | Food | Dark Spaces | Mountains | Books | Paintings | One Night Stands | Steele&Parker | Meat |


{{DISLIKES}}
| Dirt | Cold Weather | Crashers | Cards | Aliens | Yellow | Tea | Pop Music | Large bodies of water | Bugs | Little Children | Crying |
| Vegetables | Certain Witches | Magic (It can weaken him.) |


{{ABILITIES}}

Dragons now a days have grown smaller in size, and are extremely rare, and their transformation is also as small as their numbers. Big and glorious in the days of old, they are now a legend and that legend has shrunk their physical appearance. But even so, and allowing dragon souls to become one with human form, they still hunger for treasure and of course, virgins which are considered sacred to the Dragon Race; but were often feasted upon or kept as another form of treasure. Lazarus would probably kill someone if they took his gold. In his human form he is quite strong and has super stamina for a man, and in either appearance, he has the ability to breathe fire - how cliche. When he is angry, you can often see smoke coming from his nostrils. He also has the ability to only take part of his form, allowing his wings or horns or snake like eyes to appear without the rest of the package. He is also able to produce super heat with his hands, in either form as hell, which gives him the power to melt almost anything at will. The legend goes that the only way to kill him in his dragon like state, is a gold sword drenched in dragon's blood.


{{WEAKNESSES}}
| Gold Sword forged or drenched in dragon's blood | Enchanted Iron | Binding Spells | Ice Magic |


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My many chapters.

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{{PERSONAL/FAMILY HISTORY}}

As the legend of dragons got smaller and the human race started to evolve, Dragons became vulnerable to age and a weaker state. Lazarus was born into the family that was also affected by this, living a life of secrecy with a mother and a father who started teaching him about his lineage ever since he was old enough to speak. He is 234 Years Old, which is extremely short for a dragon that was not taken down in the old age, and so he traveled often with his parents, jumping from country to country and living an expensive lifestyle that his parents provided for him in unknown ways.

But even only a century or so ago there were still hunters that tracked down the few remaining dragons left, and his parents were unfortunately victims of this. The first to go was his father, hunted down on a trip over in Italy. When Lazarus's mother heard about it, they started moving again, constantly only in a new place for about 4 months before they moved again. When Lazarus turned 45, she was also hunted down only a half hour away from the place they were living. Lazarus had to fend for himself after that, but made it a project to find these hunters and destroy them.

During his plans to kill the hunters that murdered his parents, he also decided it would be nice to steal some gold. He went to museums around the world as well as the families of rich and famous ancestors, taking gold and artifacts that made his blood tingle and sealing them away in a special vault that was hidden away in the Scotland Highlands that he made a point to visit at least once a year. He was born in the High Lands, which is why it is so special to him and where he keeps most of the funds he and his parents acquired together.

And he did. He made a trap for them out in the middle of Alaska where he ripped them apart and scorched them to death, taking the ancient sword they were using and dumping it in the frozen arctic, making sure no one could ever find it since it was impossible to actually destroy. There are only a handful of those swords left in the world and he started making it his mission to find them and dispose of them. He managed to hide about 3 more swords in his lifetime before humanity actually got the idea that partying was a fun idea and decided to take a break from his mission of saving other dragons, and lived it up around the states.

When the human race finally started accepting more supernatural creatures, Lazarus was weary of their sudden change of heart. Hunters still existed but were not as bold as before, which gave Lazarus the confidence to finally jump on a chance to make his name big and his money even bigger. He was already rich from the hordes of gold his parents had. He met a vampire named Lydia Palmer who knew of Lazarus's riches, and she had come up with a brilliant idea to help the vampires of the current age not feed on so many humans. She came up with a synthetic blood that would act as a substitute, which became a large hit among the vampire world. With Lazarus funding the entire operation, the company of Steele&Parker was born and became a large sensation around most of the world. Lazarus is the lead CEO, currently on a little vacation around different parts of the world as Lydia leads the company in the present time. Although he still will do a little work, Lazarus is still enjoying himself with his traveling and hopes to find some interesting fun along the way.

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So begins...

Lazarus Steele's Story

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It's New York City, both a famous and infamous place, the capital of supernatural life in the United States.

The mundane and the magic bump into each other on the busy streets and even work together, however some mundanes are so threatened and fearful of the supernatural that they don't allow supernaturals into their shops, so much so that they even coat their doors in the repellants, such as silver and iron. Although this is illegal, ever since the Act of Supernatural Rights, this doesn't stop these business owners from doing so, however these crimes only merit a fine which most businesses cannery easily pay off.

The clubs tend to be alive with the supernatural, witches and vampires even mix the drinks in these clubs, with the witches magical brewing skills and the vampires speed and senses these bartenders tend to brew the best drinks in the city. Vampires will be dancing the stages and platforms around the DJ, whilst the witches cast illusions to provide the lighting and ambience of the clubs.

The parks are where you would usually find the werewolf packs, outside of their bars, most of the parks within the city are actually contained within the werewolf lock in communities. However, central park is the one park off limits to all supernatural except the fae, it is one of the fae safe zones in the entire world, it also were one of the major fae portals is situated.

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Lazarus woke with a start a few hours later, his head spinning as he took in a deep breath and looked around his large master bedroom. Light still streamed in from the windows, so he knew it hadn't been too long of a nap and now he was completely sober with a massive hangover that made his temples thump and his stomach feel sick. He winced as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put his hands in his face and his elbows on his knees, groaning loudly until a knock on the door startled him slightly. "Lazarus, I'm coming in." He saw Daniel open the door with a glass of water and some Tylenol, setting them down on the nightstand where Lazarus's phone light beeped constantly to remind him he had messages waiting for his approval.

"Thank you, Daniel... you didn't have to do that."Daniel could see the guilt in Lazarus's eyes and smiled at him as Lazarus downed the water after throwing a couple pills into his mouth, taking a deep sigh and running his hand through his hair. "It's my job, to make sure you are well." Daniel commented, taking the empty glass and starting to retreat from the room as Lazarus watched him leave and close the door softly. Lazarus then stood up and decided it was time to go for a walk, let some fresh air clear his head and possible get something greasy to eat. With a lot of meat on it, too. That sounded delicious.

After pulling on a gray muscle t-shirt and some faded dark jeans with some boots, he made his way out of the house. Although Daniel insisted he accompany the Dragon on his walk, Lazarus protested and left after assuring his body guard it would be short and simple, just to make his hangover settle down. He walked with his phone in his right hand, his other swaying by his side as his muscles rippled from each step he took down the busy sidewalk of New York City. The sun felt nice and warm on his soft golden skin, his fingers moving through the crap tons of emails and texts he had gotten while trying to take an unhealthy break from reality. He thumbed through some unknown numbers, probably from people he had drunkenly given his number too and he deleted them quickly shaking his head. He didn't need something like that right now, if he was going to meet someone, they'd have to be pretty damn impressive for him even to go on a first date with.

He stopped by a street light, dialing through his phone before making his way across and strolling into a casual little restaurant that advertised "American" Food. He sat down, a lovely young waitress smiling at him and eyeing him closely as he asked him what he wanted to drink. He smiled back at her, not really interested in her flirting gaze as he scanned the menu she had placed in front of him.
"Just grab me a glass of water and a coke, please."She nodded, giving him another sultry look before slinking off and purposely moving her hips a little more in tune with her stride as he shook his head and started to scan the menu again.

When she came back, he requested a triple cheeseburger with extra cheese and pickles, but throwing off the other vegetables and a huge order of fries for the side. He was extremely hungry, even if he had only eaten a few hours ago but that was just to hold him over after Daniel had driven him home from his drunken state. He leaned back, waiting for his food and taking long sips from both his water and his coke while playing on his phone for a while, struggling to beat angry birds to pass the time.



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Jeremy sat in the back booth of a restaurant, he was typing a message into his phone as he waited for his order to arrive,
To Breda
Hey, I'm in the back booth of the restaurant, just having my lunch. If you want to join me, I'll order you something and wait till you get here?

Jeremy leant back in his seat and watched the patrons as they came in and ordered their food, a few supernaturals came in but went back out due to the stares of a few patron, especially the vampires and fae who came into the restaurant. But then Jeremy watched someone else come into the restaurant, the pretty young waitress welcomed him with a smile and nobody seemed to give him a second glance, except Jeremy, Jeremy watched him curiously, his skin had a certain glow to it and his smell was a mixture of common things, like sex and alcohol, although there was also the smell of burning meat and something not human.

Jeremy's order then came and Jeremy was pulled away from watching the odd guy, as he was eating his sandwich, he felt the curiosity pull him up to look at him again. He wasn't a werewolf, there was no smell of dog, vampire because he didn't smell of death and blood, nor was he fae, his scent wasn't natural and sweet, plus the witches tend to smell human with a hint of nature. He watched the strange supernatural curiously, he was attractive but Jeremy was too cautious about what he was to even pay any attention to his looks.

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Breda retrieved her phone out of her pocket just as the text tone, Dog Days by Within Temptation, ended. She slid her thumb across the screen and noticed her red manicure was chipped and ruined. It made it look liked she had split her thumb open. Breda pulled her attention back to her phone. Jeremy had invited her to lunch and even offered to go ahead and order. Breda chuckled and began tapping her response.

Sure, see you there. Bacon cheeseburger, please? No onions.

The phone made a whooshing sound that meant the text sent successfully. Breda put the phone back in her pocket and made her way towards the restaurant.

The restaurant smelled of grease, sugar, blood, and wet dog. That was why Breda liked this place. It welcomed every species, though humans still stared. Breda sighed. Why had she started referring to them as if they were a different species? Maybe it was in retaliation or even surrender. She shook the thoughts away as she plumped into the booth in front of Jeremy. The moment she did, a peculiar smell hit her nose. It was like burning metal mixed with alcohol and Breda could not decide whether or not it was pleasant.
"What is that?" Breda asked Jeremy. Her friend's attention was focused on a man who was at a table not too far from them. Breda's question changed. "Who is that?"

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The strange man was clearly aware of Breda and her friend's stare and returned it with a glare from behind his burger. Breda knew that she was supposed to look away, even she hated being stared at, but she just couldn't. She was too curious. Is this what compelled a mundane to be a tourist?

Finally, the man came over to their table. He now smelled and felt of paranoia and defensiveness, which was never pleasant to be around. Breda shivered in discomfort. His eyes, which resembled stolen doubloons, looked her and Jeremy up and down with annoyance. He then told them off for staring, just as the waitress arrived with Breda's food, and even blocked the waitress. Breda clenched her teeth. You could mess with her and she could take it, but messing with her food was going too far.
"It's also rude to block my food." Breda said coolly. She mentally slapped herself for missing an opportunity to say a witty response to the newcomer.

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Jeremy smiled when Breda finally arrived, his attention distracted from the curious supernatural, yet only for a second as she returned the focus to him. Jeremy merely shrugged at her question and continued to stare, his eyes focused on the being, however this time he wasn't staring him down, he was looking him up and down.

He seemed to be tall and with a strong physique, with an angled face and a strong jawline and his skin was a light golden colour. His hair was a dark brown and shaggy, with light brown eyes which seemed to have a lingering effect on Jeremy. Breda was not long after looking at him too when he looked up and noticed the two of them looking, however this didn't phase Jeremy he kept on staring.

Jeremy watched as Lazarus looked up once more, although this time he got up and approached the table, blocking Breda from getting her burger, causing Jeremy to smirk, he was all too aware of what Breda was like when she was prevented from getting her food, although pretty much most all pups are like that, Jeremy is still the same.

"Yeah, we know it's rude to stare. But it's stupid to stop a were pup from getting at their food." Jeremy said politely, a smile on his face as he watched Breda, this restaurant may serve and welcome the magic but they were in no way capable of dealing with a magic fight and it would tarnish the reputation and may even make the restaurant anti-magic. "We're just a little curious as to what you are, we know all the smells of the supernaturals… except for you, we're staring ." Jeremy said in a matter of fact way, his eyes switching between looking at Breda and looking at the Golden Stranger.

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"I wouldn't expect you to know my smell. Although it is a little sad you wouldn't even have an idea of what it would be. I suppose you're just too young to know everything about the supernatural world." The stranger said in a tone, laced with a cocky attitude. “Enjoy your food." He said with a less than sincere tone.

Jeremy watched as the guy walked away, watching him shift his face into a lizard like form, slit eyes and sharp teeth, meant for meat. Jeremy noticed the wink but ignored it, he merely rolled his eyes, hoping he had seen.

Jeremy was a bit taken aback by the guys cocky attitude, Jeremy may have been staring quite a bit much, maybe his expression was angry or violent looking, he sometimes did that without noticing it. Although it could have been the normal for whatever race he was to have such a cocky attitude, Jeremy merely laughed it off.

”At least you can now eat,” Jeremy chuckled at Breda.”So how’s your sister taking the new that you’re a werewolf?”

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"Hey, I don't know why you're so arrogant about smelling so bad that even a werewolf can't tell what you are!" Breda called after the now-part-lizard man. It didn't seem to bother him so she plopped back onto the booth with an indignant huff. Why did she think of somewhat-clever things when her target was already walking away? Usually she was better at insults than this. Oh well, Breda thought, Today is just an off day.

"At least you can now eat,” Jeremy chuckled at Breda. ”So how’s your sister taking the new that you’re a werewolf?”
"She seems indifferent, well, most of the time anyway. She keeps asking me if I've met my cliche love interest, but other than that, we haven't spoken much." Breda pounced on her food as soon as it was placed before her. In between bites of cheeseburger, she asked, "Speaking of that, have you fulfilled any cliches?"

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Nora had been focused a long while on the "Magic Muffin", practically frozen. It seemed the place wouldn't be emptying any time soon--meaning unfortunately--she probably would have to go in crowds or no. She exhaled a small puff of annoyed smoke from her nose.

It was the scent of smoke that made her notice him. Though there were throngs of other creatures mulling the street, Nora could spot her own kind almost instinctively. Her wide eyes whirled pink and green, curious and somewhat wary. He appeared to be in no hurry as he seated himself at a bench, taking a deep drag from a cigarette. Nor did he have any familiarity. She thought she knew every dragon in the Queen's service. She prided herself on it. But this one--he even smelled a little differently. Less like the underground, smoldering fire scent that the dragons in the Caves tended to have and more like a metal as it heated over a flame. Could it be---that he wasn't part of the Queen's Army? Did such dragons still exist? No--that was folly. Surely, he was on some mission for the queen. Perhaps he was a special sort of soldier?

Cautiously, Nora crept closer--wondering if she addressed him if he would mention it to the Queen. She wasn't deviating from her mission--not really. She had staked the place for magics, and was waiting to draw less attention to herself as a good scout should--right? Or worse--what if he were a wayward soldier? She would have to report him! Perhaps even fight him. If that were the case--then it was her duty to address him. The Queen came first. Always. That was why she lived and breathed.

Nora took a deep breath and swiftly made her way to the strange Dragon. She stood at his side looking down, her eyes whirling in nervous yellow and curious pink shades.

"My pardons, ser. But I thought I knew everyone from the Caves--and yet, I do not know you." She said, eyes flickering to a steely determined blue. "My name is Nora Silverwing, Swiftwing division. Of what division are you, soldier?"

She was short in her human form, very unassuming in appearance. That was why she was often chosen for missions into the other world. But that did not make her weak. And she stood straight and confident before the strange Dragon, waiting for his reply.

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Lady? What fucking lady? I can assure you, I have no superiors. In fact, I would be the superior to my own company.” The male Dragon said, spitting. Nora curled a lip in distaste, but stood her ground. What this Dragon said was treason, and it only got worse the more he spoke.
“Listen, sugar. I’m not a part of your Queenie’s army. In fact, I’d sooner burn myself alive then have to do one little thing for that bitch.” He narrowed his eyes at her, his muscles tensing as his teeth grew sharp and his steam shot from his nostrils in hot puffs. He leaned his face in towards her, his eyes glowing brightly with their lizard like features as heat radiated from his mouth with the threat of fire coming up from his throat.
“You might want to look up the word Rebellion. Or Resist. Or Independent. Or Living. Or Life. Or Fun. Or Slavery. They might give you some insight as to what your future could be.” He pushed past her, and was walking away.

Nora felt the scales on the back of her neck prickling in outrage. She was a very patient creature--especially for a young dragon--but she did not take kindly to insult.

“And if you or any friends of yours attempt to find me, I promise, I will vanish to parts unknown and never resurface. My company is already so large; I don’t even need to be present in this world to run it. So, back off and keep your brainwashed fae world out of my life.”

Nora was usually known for her cool head and patient mindset--but she had never met a dragon so strange and arrogant. She'd met warriors with smaller egos. Not to mention with more pride. More courage. She watched him go at first, taking his reaction in before calling out,

"I have never met a Dragon so arrogant and yet so craven!" And before she could decide if it were a good idea or not, her wings were out and she was quickly walking beside the ill-tempered dragon. Was he foolish or just very strong? Either way, he would rather run than fight her or hers. That made her feel more bold. Sure, he put on a big show back there--but she had her own fire. She could not be harmed by his. [/color] "Are you too frightened of my mention of the Queen to tell me your name, CEO Dragon?" Nora paused, eyes flickering back to a cool blue as she further pondered what he had said. "Or...have you really never been in the Queen's Army? Are you---actually free?" The thought stunned her slightly. Nora had never really thought that dragons existed outside of the Queen's servants. The thought was followed by a pang of envy and still further a flicker of fear. To think of freedom..was treason.. what if the Queen found out? They would lock her up for years. The thought made her heart race uncomfortably. Nora stood in the Dragon's way now, her expression stubborn and somewhat amused. "Well? "

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Nora's expression was solemn and gave no hints of the emotional storm beneath the calm as she listened to the supposedly "Free" dragon speak. Granted, he could be a spy. The Queen could have planted such special dragons to sniff out disloyalty in her ranks--and punish those who failed the test. Yet, something in this creature's mannerisms and perhaps even in his scent made her believe him. Nora felt torn. If what this dragon said was true--and not all Dragons were born to serve the Queen--then her whole life, everything she knew, was a lie. That thought sent a shiver of fear into her scales, and a small nervous growl rumbled in her belly.

"If you want to find out what life could be like without your souls shackled to those little pricks hiding off in the fae realm, you should seriously consider seeking me out. Anymore questions, love?"

Absently, Nora rubbed at her wrists where her scarred morph showed glimmers of blue dragon flesh. In her mind, she could hear the click of the shackles, feel the walls on either side of her shoulders, not even enough room to turn around in. Nora silently regarded the dragon before her, eyes hard and wary. She was silent a long time, thinking before she spoke again.

"My name is Nora--not "Sweetie" or "Love"...and yes, I have a question or two." Nora's expression suddenly gentled. "I have no wish to rule the world. Nor wealth. But...a life without shackles..." Nora gave a small, sad chuckle. "Could such a thing even be possible?" Nora's expression hardened again, tucking away the small glimmer of hope for the moment. "Who are you?"

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Hesitantly, Nora followed the "Free" Dragon when he gestured. He suddenly seemed as nervous as she felt.

"Of course it's possible. Don't you know the legends? Our ancestors were great, we ruled the world back in the very dark ages, even further back. We were the wealthiest creatures and could rarely be killed. You really think we were born into slavery by some treacherous fae that thinks she is a queen? I know that Queen Mab is ruthless, I know she's probably scarred you in more ways then just mentally. Is that really what you think you're meant to do? A creature as wonderful, as you?"

Nora had never heard such legends. She knew the Queen had overcome her people before she was hatched. She knew the Queen had taken it into her heart to allow her people to live if they agreed to bend the knee to her. But she had never heard of her people's greatness, nor invincibility. Though--she was well aware that not all dragons were born into their servitude as she was. The Elders in the Caves spoke in whispers of the days before their capture. Days where sunlight was not to rare, where space was a given, where meat was plentiful and fresh. But Nora had always thought it was just a dream now. Just a whispered story for Elders to speak of in secret.

Nora felt a tug somewhere deep in her marrow when her called her a "wonderful creature". Like a knee-jerk reaction she felt the words they were taught at hatching rise up in her mind: I am one of many. We are many of nothing. We are given life by the Queen and in turn we give our life to her whim. It has always been so. It will always be so.

Nora struggled with his compliment, biting her tongue to keep the words from spilling out like a well-versed prayer. She focused on his words instead, rolling his name in her mind like a marble. Lazarus Steele. She realized that they were heading toward a hill, and the smell of magics was fading behind them. She felt her throat tighten suddenly, as if an invisible chain were wrapped there, and someone was pulling at the other end. It was a sensation she had never known before. And it made her steps feel heavy and cold. What was this?

Nora tried to ignore it, but felt herself go pale with the effort. She tried to return Lazarus's amused expression, but it came out more like a wince. Unbidden her thoughts returned to the mission. If she did not return soon with the required magics, then...her scales prickles as if she were already in the small cell. The cold, damp, small cell.

"Mr. Steele..." Nora's words came out more like a strangled gasp for air. Her eyes suddenly whirled gold and black with fright, a hand stroking her throat as if seeking the unseen chain. "I had never heard such things before...and I would love to hear more but...I am terribly sorry, Ser--but I feel I cannot continue on with you in this direction..." She gasped, taking a few wobbly steps backward. The pressure on her throat lessened slightly as she stepped back, and Nora gratefully sucked in fresh air. The scent of magics returned with the breath. She could not go any farther than the magics...Nora realized. Her taste of freedom was all a lie. Even here..she was in shackles. Nora felt the hope she tucked away earlier fade.

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Nora was panting softly from the strange chain as Lazarus came toward her, golden wings unfolding and steam rising from his nose. At least he had a dragon's temper. She remained frozen in place as he spoke to her, eyes locked desperately with his.

I am not weak! She wanted to scream. But she felt it was a lie. Her fear made her weak. And she hated it. And she would never wish it on anyone. Not this life. Not when freedom was an option.

"Now or never, Miss Silverwing. Make your choice wisely. I will be relocating if I know you are going back. I will not take the chances of your slipping up about me." He began to retreat in the opposite direction.

Nora hated to be rushed when thinking. Panting, and growling in frustration, she paced the invisible line between the magics and Lazarus--between the Queen and freedom. Smoke puffed from her nose in her agitation, and her eyes boiled to a bloody red. Her growls became low rumbling roars, like a cadged animal.

I am one of many. We are many of nothing. We are given life by the Queen and in turn we give our life to her whim. It has always been so. It will always be so.


But would it really always be so? And if Lazarus could help her--perhaps her could help the others. If the Queen learned of her abandonment--it would mean death, cramped cells, and torment. But--was a real taste of the open air, a real taste of freedom worth that possibility? And if her whole life there was a lie--what was the truth of her being? Only Lazarus would ever offer her the chance of truth.

This was possibly the most unwise decision she had ever made.

With a snarl her wings ripped from her shoulders, their blue scales sparkling like sapphires and their membranes casting a water-like reflection across the ground. With a short running start she sprung across the invisible barrier as fast as she could--and was nearly flung backwards by the force of the invisible icy chain around her throat pulling taut. As if true chains were there, red welts began to appear around her pale throat, angry and deep. Still she threw herself forward, smoke puffing from her nose, dust flying behind her as she forced herself forward. Ruts of dirt piled up around her sandals as she yanked forward, struggling with the invisible icy chain. She beat her wings furiously backwards, flinging her head side to side like a dog struggling from it's leash. Nora clawed at her throat, wishing she could pull the chain away with her strength--but she only succeeded in making herself bleed. Enraged by her struggle, she let out a piercing screech, fire belching from her lips as she beat the air with her wings, pulling and pulling--her muscles bunching beneath her tank top with the effort.

Nora gave one final push, her strong wings lifting her from the ground with their force--the invisible chain tightened--her throat closed and lights danced before her eyes. She found herself thinking--I will strangle myself to death before I am free. From somewhere deep in her belly, another desperate belch of fire sprung forth--and suddenly the chain went slack. Nora was flung away from the scent of magics, toward the retreating form of Lazarus, gasping painful breaths into her scorched lungs before she hit the ground. Hard. She felt herself skid across the dirt over rocks and found herself on her back, staring up into Lazarus's face. She was smiling, pointed teeth bared--but her eyes were black as coals.

"I am not...weak-willed..." Nora coughed up at him, voice hoarse from being choked. "But I would be lying to you if I said that was a wise choice..." A black line--like frostbite had appeared around her throat. Shakily, she got to her feet, swaying before him. "I would also be lying to you if I did not tell you that others will come for me...I am sorry if I am ruining your...sabbatical..." Nora wondered what that meant--but it did seem of great import to him. "But--if you lead, I shall follow Mr Steele...and I will not welch on a debt."

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Nora was grateful for Lazarus's warm strong grip steadying her. She felt wobbly and exhausted--as if newly hatched. She snorted a puff of proud smoke at him through her nose at his comment on being impressed. She was not so weak. Not truly. Not anymore.

"Tell me, have you ever actually eaten mortal food? Or... really explored the modern world of humans? Because from the looks of it, you were programmed for missions and don't seem like you have had a lot of fun. That's the first step in creating a new life. You need to know what's out there, waiting for you." Lazarus circled her excitedly, smiling. Nora felt herself growing somewhat flustered. She was unsure if she preferred his arrogant demeanor to this kinder, playful one. She was unused to any positive attention and it made her feel like hiding. Her pale cheeks suddenly felt warmer than usual--but then again it could just be the after effects of nearly hanging herself to escape.

Nora tucked her arrow-shaped wings in gently against her back, feeling suddenly bashful of the way Lazarus looked at them, and of the stares she was getting from the slowly forming crowd of mortal onlookers. At the time--she hadn't even thought about what that must look like to mortal eyes. But now--the amount of eyes on her made her wary. Nora dragged her attention back to Lazarus, her eyes whirling a curious pale blue and green.

"I--have rarely eaten in this world. Only once or twice on long missions--but it was usually an animal I caught. Those little fluffy-tailed mice creatures are quite tasty roasted. And they are often plentiful." Nora replied, looking thoughtful. "As for exploring--not much, I suppose. We are given strict orders and cannot stray far from our route...as you can see.." Nora rubbed absently at the slowly healing black welt at her throat. "So...I suppose...I know little of this world...i do not even know where I should begin.." She realized aloud. Nervously she chewed her bottom lip. This was truly, not a wise decision. With a strange dragon, in a strange world, full of strange creatures...she was unsure if she should be frightened or elated. She looked to Lazarus with her head tilted, some of her short bangs falling across her forehead. "Can you teach me of this world, Mr. Steele?"

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Nora listened intently as Lazarus spoke of this knowledge of the mortal realm, walking along behind him. She was limping--that fall had been harder than she would have liked--but it would right itself in short time. Probably within the hour.


"So. You eat rodents when you're here. That's... lovely." Lazarus seemed to disagree with her choice of meals--but her stomach didn't. At the mention of the rodents, her stomach complained loudly as if voicing an argument with Lazarus. Nora focused on the house looming ahead and hoped that Lazarus hadn't heard it.


The gate in front of the house made Nora think of the Caves--though the bars of her cell were not nearly as pretty and decorative. She felt herself growling lowly at the gates, nervous of them. She watched as Lazarus pushed something on a device in front of the gate, which was followed by a crackling sound. Curiously, Nora leaned toward the sound--only to nearly leap out of her skin when a voice suddenly bellowed through. Smoke puffed from her nose as she growled at the strange voice--what kind of magic was this? But Lazarus seemed unfazed by the voice and answered it, calling the voice Daniel. Perhaps this truly was a trap--and this would be the facade for her new confinement. Before she could think to flee, the gates were opening and Lazarus was heading up the walkway. Hesitantly, Nora followed him, eying the front door. If a swarm of guards rushed out of there she would fly upwards and away from here as fast as she could.

Instead of guards--as they walked onto the porch, only one man stood behind the door. Lazarus smiled at her and held the door, gesturing for her to go first. Nora balked warily in the doorway, taking her time to inhale deeply, sniffing for any sign of danger or of fae...she could only smell Lazarus beside her. His smell seemed to permeate from the whole building. If this were a trap--it was certainly elaborate...

With a shy glance at Lazarus, she stepped across the threshold. Nora tensed, waiting for something to happen--but nothing did. She felt herself relax a little, exhaling softly. Small nervous puffs of smoke curled from her nostrils as she glanced around.

"Is this...your home?" Nora asked Lazarus sheepishly.

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Nora's eyes went wide, whirling in perplexed oranges, at the sound of Lazarus's laugh. Had he gone mad? Yet, it seemed he had escaped death many a time, and he was literally laughing in the face of danger. Not to mention--he was evidently prepared.
Nora crinkled her nose as she inhaled deeply, trying to pick out the scent of magic--but to no avail. Again, all she could smell was the forged steel scent of her new companion.

Nora felt her pale cheeks flush when Lazarus smiled and gently squeezed her shoulder in welcome. She was awed into silence. This dragon would keep her safe...but why? Was it really because as he said he, "wanted the chance to engage" with another dragon? What could she possibly offer someone like him? Certainly, not any knowledge. Nor wealth--as he seemed well off. She was still mulling this over when the scent of cooked meat drifted to her nose, making her mouth water. Daniel placed a plate with the Steak Animal before her. Lazarus had placed a pronged device and a knife in front of her--which she picked up gingerly in either hand. In the Caves they weren't given anything to eat with (nor very much to eat) and she was unaccustomed to using anything but her claws and teeth. But for the sake of her host--she would certainly try her damnedest.

Nora awkwardly stabbed the Steak Animal with the knife and prong, managing to free a ragged clump of meat from the rest. Proudly, she stuffed it into her mouth, savoring the new flavor. It was cooked so tenderly and with such juice that she couldn't help but smile. The expression lit up her usually serious face--making her look significantly younger if not almost childish. Usually, any food she ate was burned. The Elder's flames were much hotter than her own, and they did any cooking in the Caves. Nora turned to Daniel with a bright smile, eyes sparkling,

"Thank you so very much, Ser Daniel.It is perfectly done."

Gratefully, she stabbed and ate as much of the food before her as she was able, but it was far more rich than food she was used to and she soon grew full. Half of the meat was left when she put down the prong and knife, but her stomach poked out a little in it's fullness. She practically glowed in her contentment, like a cat in a patch of sunshine. She smiled sleepily at Lazarus, eyes glowing a sapphire blue that matched her scales. "I do not know how I will ever thank you for helping me. And sharing you meat and home.." Nora tipped her head thoughtfully, still mulling over how she could be of use to him. "I am in your debt."