*A/N* Sorry everybody-I had a bit of writer's block.
Riania trembled with terror. An orc was holding her, and it seemed he was going to do one of two things-rape her, or eat her.
'Which would I rather have done to me?' she asked herself mentally, grim. 'Well, that's obvious--eaten. The orc grabbed her by the neck and she knew it was her first choice. But all the same, she'd rather just walk away, unharmed.
Although that would be a bit difficult, for she had just been in an accident, and felt like she was going to die. Her face was a gory mess, bruises covered her delicate frame, cuts "decorated" her arms and legs, and her hair was two inches shorter than it used to be. Scary.
The orc was now licking his lips, sliding the remains of her dress down to uncover her neck. He leaned forward, about to bite, when suddenly.
A roar shook the ground, and all who stood soon didn't. The commander orc had let go of Riania, allowing her to crumble on the ground. She was so weak. So weak. Soon strong arms wrapped around her limp body, and she managed to gaze up at the face which she longed for. Sriosno's concerned, wary face was not on hers, but above them, in the sky. She followed his eyes, and felt faint. A large, black dragon loomed hovering in the air overhead. Riania recognized those shining scales, those deep, red eyes.
"Sriosno," she managed to croak breathily. "Melaminmy love," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Do not speak. You are frail."
"But, that's the dragon," she breathed, almost silently, although he heard her. "He is the one." Sriosno stiffened. He now realized what she was saying. The one, could only mean. He gasped, as the dragon thought- speaked to all below, focusing on the two huddling lovers.
*So, we meet again.*
Riania trembled with terror. An orc was holding her, and it seemed he was going to do one of two things-rape her, or eat her.
'Which would I rather have done to me?' she asked herself mentally, grim. 'Well, that's obvious--eaten. The orc grabbed her by the neck and she knew it was her first choice. But all the same, she'd rather just walk away, unharmed.
Although that would be a bit difficult, for she had just been in an accident, and felt like she was going to die. Her face was a gory mess, bruises covered her delicate frame, cuts "decorated" her arms and legs, and her hair was two inches shorter than it used to be. Scary.
The orc was now licking his lips, sliding the remains of her dress down to uncover her neck. He leaned forward, about to bite, when suddenly.
A roar shook the ground, and all who stood soon didn't. The commander orc had let go of Riania, allowing her to crumble on the ground. She was so weak. So weak. Soon strong arms wrapped around her limp body, and she managed to gaze up at the face which she longed for. Sriosno's concerned, wary face was not on hers, but above them, in the sky. She followed his eyes, and felt faint. A large, black dragon loomed hovering in the air overhead. Riania recognized those shining scales, those deep, red eyes.
"Sriosno," she managed to croak breathily. "Melaminmy love," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Do not speak. You are frail."
"But, that's the dragon," she breathed, almost silently, although he heard her. "He is the one." Sriosno stiffened. He now realized what she was saying. The one, could only mean. He gasped, as the dragon thought- speaked to all below, focusing on the two huddling lovers.
*So, we meet again.*
