A/N: After rereading through the brainstorms, and the chapters, I've decided to redo this monster. It has gone astray because I keep trying to fart out chapters, and it ended up rather cliche, and dull. The story itself was far from what I intended to write. I honestly do not know what went through my head, but yknow

The plot is gonna be revamped, but the whole concept will remain the same. I'm just gonna go about it a different way. Hopefully I can be more enthused about this story because I really love the ideas I want to share with everyone. I may have erratic updates because of this, but whichever guarantees quality chapters.

I think this may take on a similar style from the Untitled despite some serious moments popping up here and there with humor being the main point. Thoughts? I'll see how this goes.

For those new to seeing Valorous: Congrats! You get to read a weird fic about dragons taking human form, and one of them falling in love with a human girl who so happens to be his partner/rider. It's kind of inspired by the dreams I had about dragons co-existing with humans by wearing a disguise, and also other inspirations. Like... Seraphina by Rachel Hartman. Ye. There isn't a crapton of lore, but I hope to make it a little different than the typical dragonrider stories :)

Thanks to those who supported the original copy ;u; I hope this one will be better!

Enjoy!

He had taken to the skies numerous times. It was his home as much as it belonged to his brothers, and sisters. He decided he was interested in visiting the human civilization below his grand wings, and perhaps he would take interest in terrorizing them. Such was the grand scheme of things for dragons, and humans learned to fear them. It was a game to all of the drakes, and the wyrms grew out of it eventually.

As a drake, he had access to the views of the sentient apes that continued to evolve over the centuries. At only 100 years old, he had seen plenty, but he had yet to mature. Some dragons grew wary as human technology manifested, and they sought to keep them at bay. Less and less drakes approached with intentions of having a little fun.

However, he was a particular drake who felt the need to ease his boredom. His clutchmates had gone away to hunt, but he had already eaten his fill earlier in the morning with the brood-mother. It didn't occur to him to not visit on his own, nor did he flee when footsteps were made through the snowy land. He had landed earlier with intentions of sneaking upon an isolated part of the human land.

An arrow whizzed past his face as slits only thinned, yet irises enlarged in surprise. He craned his head as he caught sight of a young man - no older than 16 - shakily holding one of those weapons called a bow in his hands. Fear was evident in his eyes, but the drake's own gaze was upon the arrow poised for the kill. The drake slowly got to his feet, and the humans were rather short compared to his height for extra intimidation. He bared his fangs, and growled lowly.

Another arrow appeared from a different direction, and the dragon was practically howling in pain and shock at the arrow lodged in his shoulder. Eyes fell upon an older man whose aim was more concentrated, and practiced. The dragon roared, but the man did not cease to move as he allowed another arrow to fly.

It was finally time to move as large wings stretch out to carry the drake off the mountains as paws pushed himself from the rocks; further away to maintain distance from the hunters. Flight was possible, but gliding proved useful for a time until his wings faltered and his body dove for the ground.

He regained consciousness after awhile, and he shook the snow that piled on top of his body. Damn. The arrow was still protruding from his side. His wing was clipped too, and he was bleeding all over the white terrain.

His body shuddered from the pain as he laid there until he was sure he had his strength. He muttered a few curses in his tongue as aches racked his body when he tried to move. Eyes cast to the sky, he wondered if his clutchmates had returned, and if they're searching for him.

Footsteps rang from a distance, and the dragon slumped in defeat. It might be the hunters coming to finish off the job. He had heard rumors of some specializing in skinning more than just the dumber species. Dragons scales were a rarity.

Gulping, the dragon waited to see what fate he would have. He did not spy the warm coats the hunters had sported. Instead, a young woman donning a simple dress had stepped foot outside of wherever she came from.

The maiden gasped as both hands went to her face. Awestruck yet fearful, she approached the large beast before her. Whether she was deceiving, or stupid, the dragon wasn't sure.

He decided he didn't trust whatever she had in mind, and growled at her. She halted in her tracks, but she continued to look at him before scanning his wounds.

"You're hurt." she said softly, pitying the young dragon. She did not approach, but she couldn't take her eyes off him nor his injuries.

"I'll be fine." he replied gruffly as he continued to bare his teeth menacingly. He was still in pain, but he wasn't permitted to show weakness according to his own mindset. "Leave me alone, human. Tending to a dragon is a sure way to get yourself fried to a crisp." A bluff as he could not breathe fire in the current stage of his life cycle.

"Wouldn't you do the same?"

"No." he said shortly, and he craned his head in hopes he would look again to see she was gone.

Unfortunately for him, she was too stubborn to leave. She didn't even question how he spoke her language. "Let me help you."

He wasn't sure why he allowed her to help him, but he figured he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. It was humiliating enough though. His clutchmates would never let it down. He snorted; a puff of smoke emitting from his nostils. "Fine. Go ahead. Whatever, but I'm getting the hell out of here once my wing is healed."

She smiled at him knowingly with the damage identified on the dragon. "Naturally."

Rin thinks today may be an okay day. It's a far cry from the worst, but it's certainly not the best. She figures it'll all be fine and dandy once she gets a hold of Miku, but the tealette has a tendency to sleep more hours than the years she has lived.

Last night, they have agreed to meet up later today to chat. The conversational topics will vary, but they're more likely going to discuss how the sheer weight of reality will crush their hopes, and dreams. You know, the typical mentality that teenagers have. It's either that, or she can stare at the ceiling of her bedroom for a good portion of her day. It's a typical summer day after all.

She finds herself eating cereal for breakfast when she comes downstairs, and idly eats away as her parents make their way into the kitchen. They say their good morning's, and they go on to do their own thing. However, she senses something is off as her mother approaches her with an odd look. She clutches a piece of paper in her hand.

Puzzled by the expression, she cannot help but pry, "What's up, mom?"

Her expression does not change as she puts a flyer on the table with pencil marking the parchment. It reads something about times, and the days of the week.

"I signed you up for anger management class." Her mother states casually as if she is talking about the weather. Nothing about her attitude betrays her intentions.

Rin does not catch on to the news straight away. She mumbles as she takes a bite of her cereal until her eyes bulge in revelation. She spits out her cereal in utter surprise. "You did what?"

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The first thing she does is bang her head against the wall of the classroom a few times. There's only a handful of people that have been signed up for Tuesday's class in the afternoon, but she does not recognize any of them. The therapist isn't remotely cute enough to provide her with any more reason to seem thrilled. It's for Miku's sake, okay? She promises something enticing if she can take pictures of someone that the tealette wants to woo.

There is a reason why she's here, and she's fully aware of it. Rin idly rubs her bruised knuckle where she had landed clear shot of a man's face. She feels her reason is justified when she argues with her parents shortly after the news sank in that he was catcalling her on the streets. She leaves Miku out of the mess, but she suspects that the girl may have a different perspective either way.

She stops rubbing her hand as she crosses her legs - she doesn't know why she wears short-shorts - and rests her hands on her lap.

She fidgets in her seat. She isn't uncomfortable, per say, but Short and Stout on her left and Tattoos on her right doesn't exactly make her feel safe. If she's lucky, she will have control of her temper before it gets out of hand.

Her eyes fall upon the colorful cast that resides in the room for the next hour. There is an array of people sitting down, and others are pacing. She's grateful that she hasn't witnessed any fighting with the amount of anger suffocating everyone in the room.

"I don't think I've seen you around here." A voice peaks in the ambiance surrounding them. It sounds masculine.

She turns around in her chair as she sees a boy her age looking down at her with a grin. He's not particularly close, but she wouldn't hesitate to bruise her other knuckle if he gets further into her space. From what she can gather, he looks eerliy similar to her except he's flat-chested. And male. Probably. What? She's not flat-chested like some of her peers comment on!

"Yeah, I'm new here." she confirms as she maintains a wary look on him. He doesn't seem to mind as he waits for Tattoos to get out of his seat, and he takes it immediately. She takes a glance behind her shoulder only to see people hating their lives about now. "I'm surprised nobody is trying to pick a fight."

He shrugs. "I haven't seen any fights the past few times I've been here."

"I figure you've been here for awhile if you didn't know me." she mutters. She lounges in her seat now that no one is behind her. "What brings you here? You don't look mean, and scary."

He snorts at her comment. "Oh, you'll see why once class starts." he says knowingly, and he turns his head the moment the therapist calls for everyone's attention.

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"Seriously? Your parents want you to go here because you have a ton of testerone? That's bullshit."

"What? My parents are worried I'm going to go all aggro on everyone just because I'm a guy. Who knew my dad could be sexist?" he protests. He folds his arms while in his dignified pose. "I'm not the one who decided to punch some stranger in the face."

"He asked for it!" she grouses as she slides a hand across her hair, and flattening the white bow attached to it. "Guys should learn to be respectful to us ladies."

She stares when he rolls his eyes at how dignified she sounds.

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"I thought I was going to be the only normal one in this room." he snickers when the revelation dawns on him.

"At this rate, someone's going to hear you, and try to beat the daylights out of you." Rin says, frowning. She doesn't know why she feels remotely bad for a stranger, but she isn't exactly fond of how he has this interest in antagonizing others. She had watched him mumbling something every time someone shares information about how they want to improve.

"I'm not a temperamental guy." His tone doesn't betray his insistence when Rin continues to eye him skeptically for all of the words he voices out in public. He can tell by how she continues to stare at him, but he gives up trying to convince her. He shrugs instead.

He fidgets with his hands. "Hey, Rin?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to hang out sometime this weekend? I have this coupon for a restaurant nearby, and —"

"Yeah, sure." she replies with more interest in the food than the fact she may have been asked out. Her mind finally registers the underlying suggestion as she splutters in shock. "As friends!" It's odd enough how she's already being asked out after spending an hour with the guy who practically looks like her. She wants to question it further, but she's too tongue-tied and flushed.

He grins at her beet-red face, but he doesn't tease her further. "Sure. We can go as 'friends'. Wanna hang out... Saturday at two?"

A/N: Fugly start, but y'kNOw. It's definitely going to be a little quicker in getting to the point with the plot. I hope this is still good enough for some! And yeah, the dragon and the girl in the beginning have been around in my concept for months although I never gotten an opportunity to introduce them before. So.