"Why are you here!?" a booming voice asked. She looked up at the direction of the voice, but saw nothing. "What's the matter weakling? Can't speak? Why are you here!?" It felt like her body was being blown away, but she had to say something. She came this far, and she wasn't going to back down now.
"I seek enlistment! Your Darkness Dragon World army could help me find the answers I seek!"
"Could help? First, there is no could. The dragons under my control are some the strongest around. If they can't help you, then no one can, and second, do you think I just let any dragon join my army!?"
She felt something lifting her up. She glared at nothing while squirming in the grasp of whatever monster this was. Her large clawed feet kicked at the air while she continued her futile efforts to escape the invisible grasp of the monster. The nostrils from her more feral looking dragon snout flared as she tried to sniff the creature out, but nothing came of it. All she could smell was the same awful fragrances that Darkness Dragon World had at times, but it seems her sources were right. Whatever this creature was, it must be stronger than a Demon Lord, so maybe it could grant her wish. "I-I-I can show you that I'm a worthy solider for your army."
"My soldiers don't stammer, dragoness! Although, I can tell you are after something else," she heard him laughing. Her whole body trembled from the vibrations caused by it. "To get what you want, you may have to give up something important, but I don't know if you are even worth it." He dropped her, watching as she barely managed to land on her feet safety
"Please let me join you!" She got on her knees and clasped her hands together, as she begged. "I need this!"
"Come back with me then. I'll take you to the arena. If you fail, well, then there won't be anything left of you anyway." She was then lifted off within seconds. "Come on…Luxure."
"Luxure!" Avarice shouted, as she jumped onto her bed: abruptly waking the dragoness from slumber.
She let loose a very faint snarl. Not wanting the younger dragon to hear her displeasure, as she knew that Avarice was just being her usual friendly self. She reached over to the bouncing dragoness, and rubbed her head. "Good morning Avarice," she said. Her head turned over to look out the opening in her room that served as a window. At least, it allowed her to see how good the outside of Drum's temple looks now that the ice and snow has melted away. The green grass returned, and some of the flowers have begun to bloom once more. Even some of the other children were playing around outside now: chasing, sparring, and just finding ways to enjoy the bright sunny day. She turned her head back and stared at the ceiling above her.
Although, another voice from right next to her made her chuckle. "Does the child have to come in this early in the morning while we are sleeping?" Chanteuse asked from under the covers.
"Do you have to sleep in the same bed as her?" Avarice asked.
Chanteuse's left head rose up from under the covers and growled at her. "Of course, we are the lady's second in command, her most trusted guardian. We couldn't let her sleep alone after they tried to assassinate her!" The right one peeked out from under shortly after. "Sorry about that, but we aren't…morning monsters." She yawned, "As you can clearly see."
"How's your father doing?" Luxure asked
"He's currently at a special place in our temple. Apparently, it has something to do with what he wanted to talk to you about." She hopped off the bed and waved at the two women. "I'm glad you got to spend the night with us, even if we didn't get to do much."
Luxure rose up a bit, and waved at her while still using the covers to remain somewhat decent. Last thing she wanted was for her to see the two them in such a state of undress. "Don't worry. If your parents will have me back, we can play then. Heck, I'll make sure that the Gala Maiden's put on a personal show for what Drum and you did." The two of them smiled at one another while Chanteuse shoved her faces into the pillow. Groaning right into it, as she tried to go back to sleep.
"She okay?" Avarice asked.
"I'm fine," both heads exclaimed in unison. "We'll be glad to perform for you all." Her words were all muffled by the pillow.
"Huh?"
"She said we'll be happy to," Luxure said while she watched Avarice bound off outside. She turned over to Chanteuse and pet the demonic dog's twin heads with both hands. Eliciting a softer sounding murr from both of them. "You know we need to get going right?"
"Five more minutes please." Her words were still muffled as she shoved her face further into the pillow. "I was having the best dream." She sounded like she was about to moan, "And I'd like to go back to it." She giggled.
"Tell you what, you go ahead. I'm going to go see Drum then." She said while throwing off her portion of the covers. She stretched her arms up and over her head. "I should have asked Avarice where the bath is."
"Mhmm," Chanteuse mumbled into the pillow. Luxure turned to look at her, before giving her heads another pat each.
She turned over to the wall where their dresses were hanging up. She took a deep breath, and placed a hand on her chest. The feeling of being able to actually feel her body responding to inhaling was something she didn't think she'd ever miss. Although, could she really say that she missed it, if she had no idea what was going on while she was in her coma. Her eyes looked over to admire Chanteuse's sleeping form. 'With only the two of us. Forming the Gala Maidens again will be rough. Maybe if we could find Athena, then we could try. At least then, there would be three of us.' She grabbed onto her dress. Running her hand across the silken fabric made her sigh. 'Was what I did back then right?' She then ran that same hand through her mane of hair. Making sure to pull out any knots she may have had.
'Don't let your other side fully take over Luxure.'
She grit her teeth and snarled to herself while slipping on her dress. 'It has to be right, I'm a true Demon Lord Dragon now.' She clenched her hand into a fist.
'You see, being a Demon Lord isn't an easy thing, and not many monsters can really call themselves that. Pretty much all of us are either demons, or have demonic ancestry.' A male's voice ran through her head. She could picture his face now: His pink skin, and that shit eating grin that he'd love to show off, whenever he'd say something he'd found funny. 'Yo don't feel so down girl. Sometimes it's better to chillax and deal with what you got! Am I right!? Hahaha!' Luxure's fist slammed against the wall. The impact caused the entire room to shake. Startling Chanteuse, as both of her heads shot up.
"What's going on!?" the right one asked. "Has that idiotic human returned!?" The left one snarled while they both scanned the room in a panic.
She stared at them and sighed. "Sorry about that." Both Chanteuse and her stared at some of the rubble that was now on the ground, before turning their attention to the rather large hole in the wall. She cracked her knuckles while Chanteuse just gulped. They just stared at one another. She felt her eyes narrowing at the Orthrus. Averting her angered gaze once she saw Chanteuse's eyes widen at what happened.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm…uneasy right now." She sat back down on the bed. Chanteuse sat up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Leaning in to rest one of her heads on her; once she got a good hold. The act of which made her rest her own head on top of Chanteuse's.
"Vanity getting to you?"
"No. It was him." Her head vibrated from the sounds of Chanteuse's growling. "You don't even know which him it could be."
"I don't need to know. Considering this is you, there is only one him it could be." She felt her friend's palms being planted on either side of her face, before pulling it to stare directly at hers'. "He's gone my lady, and there is nothing you should worry about involving that demon anymore."
"I still wish I told the others at least about this." She tried to look down, but every time her eyes moved just a tiny bit away from her; Chanteuse shifted her focus right back.
"You should have, but you didn't, and you can't change that. Besides, he's gone! His influence over Darkness Dragon World is gone now, and we won't have to worry about A—"
Chanteuse's words were cut off by loud banging at their door. "What's going on!? Is everything alright!?"
"Drum," Luxure said, as she yanked herself away from her, and ran towards the door. She cracked the door open a jar. It was just enough to see Drum's snout poking through into their room.
"I heard a loud noise coming from your room. It woke the kids up, so I came over."
"Why thank yo—"
"You all better have a good reason though for making so much noise!" He shouted at them. Chanteuse threw the sheet over herself, as Luxure just let out a nervous sounding giggle.
"I just had a bit of a bad dream that's all. Sorry Drum." She scratched at her cheek with the tip of clawed hand while swaying from left to right.
"We also owe you a new wall," Chanteuse said from beneath the sheets.
"WHAT!"
"I'm sorry Drum!" Luxure exclaimed while backing off from the door. He pushed it opened. His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the hole.
He looked back at them and shook his head. "Mind explaining?"
"It was just a bad dream, and it reminding me of something." She turned away from the wreckage that she caused.
Drum squatted and picked up one of the rock chunks, before turning back to face her. "I'd hate to be the something that you remembered if that's the case." He stood up and stared back at her. "I was going to show you something important, but it can wait."
"For what?" both women asked in unison.
"Repairing the wall," he said while walking out of the room. "I'll be right back, then I'll let you know what I want you both to do for me, and only after everything has been fixed, then I'll show you what I had planned."
Once the door was slammed shut; Chanteuse poked her heads back out from under the sheets, and sighed. "Well, that's a great start to the day."
"Sorry about that." Luxure leaned against the door.
Chantuese kicked the sheets off of her, as she looked over to her dress. "I might as well get dressed at this point." She climbed out of bed, and slowly made her way towards her ballroom gown. "The next time we plan on staying anywhere else for an extended period of time. Might I suggest different clothes?"
"Really now? You usually aren't the type to want the Gala Maidens to change their attire," she said.
Chanteuse carefully shook out her dress. "True, but we also would usually stay at our old place," she said while getting into her gown. "N-Now though—" she paused while struggling to get both of her heads through the hole. Eventually, she was successful; both of her heads popped right through the hole, as she gave her body a bit of a wiggle to get readjusted. "We have no home. Our place sort of well, vanished after that day."
She raised a brow. "I thought you said you don't remember what happened?"
"I don't," she said. "I just know our home is gone. It was the last thing I remembered of that day."
"That would have been nice to tell Drum!" she shouted.
"He didn't ask about our home, so I felt that was unneeded information." Chanteuse crossed her arms.
"The Gala Maidens are supposed to be honest." She took a step closer to her.
"We felt uneasy," both heads said in unison.
"But you can trust Drum."
"I believe you, but I didn't want him trying to have us stay longer than we need too."
She sighed, and began to rub her forehead.
"Listen, I'm sorry." The right head said. "Same here," the left one spoke up. "We were just nervous, plus I really just feel weird when someone other than one of the Gala Maidens offers their assistance to us."
"Chanteuse, you should know that other monsters mean well. Even the ones in your world can be helpful."
"Regardless, what does Drum want to show us anyway?"
"I still don't know." Luxure scratched her head for a few seconds, before folding her arms across her chest. Doing so under her large bust. "He did mention that we should start our search somewhere other than Dragon World, so maybe he's going to show us a good place to start."
"I'd say Magic World personally. If I'm around, then maybe Athena will be as well."
She felt her eyes widen, as if they were lighting up. She rushed over to her grabbed onto her shoulders. "Do you really think so!?" she asked.
"I don't know. Vanity didn't say much about them, but Athena was our other general. Plus, that Unicorn is hard to keep down." She snickered.
"Wait though, you did say Magic World though right?"
"Of course I did. It is her home world after all."
She could practically hear his voice again. 'Sometimes it's better to chillax and deal with what you got! Hahaha!' She shook her head. Hoping that would make her forget about him. "Maybe Magic World isn't the best place to start?"
"How so? Magic World has a lot of great books for us to study from, and with it being Athena's home world. It would be the best spot to look for her. Also, Asmod—"
"Don't bring up that name!" She shouted. Chanteuse leaned back a bit. She held onto her arm and looked down. "S-Sorry. I—"
"I forgot about your meeting with him. You said he was nice though?"
"He is nice, and means well, but I just don't…want to believe what he said."
"You proved him wrong didn't you?" Chanteuse shrugged.
"Not exactly. I managed to become a Demon Lord, but it's just the fact he also mentioned that those that try to become demons. Lose something important inside when they do, and that it comes with a big risk."
She felt Chanteuse's arm drape over her shoulder again. "He's not wrong."
"Thanks," she said sarcastically.
"He isn't though. Making deals with demons can lead to problems. You of all monsters should know that, and the more powerful the demon, the heavier the cost."
"B-But I broke free."
"Your cost wasn't the same, and you know that." Chanteuse brought her into a hug. Wrapping her arms around her, and keeping her held tight. "Regardless, I'll be there to help you. Just like you there for me, in some of Darkness Dragon World's worse hours. When that Demonic Dragon ruled."
She returned the favor, and wrapped her arms around Chanteuse. She wanted to be happy like she was before. Moping sucked, but there was just so much unknown. She grit her teeth, before feeling Chanteuse tighten the hug even more. "Thank you," she whispered into her ear.
"You're welcome. Like we said, the leader of the Gala Maidens doesn't brood. At least, not the leader we know." The two of them stared at one another, before they both began to laugh. Luxure lifted her up and spun her around a bit in the air, before letting her down to the ground. The two then shifted their stance to the closed position, with Luxure taking the lead. "Oh, why thank you." The two smirked at one another, before beginning their dance. Even though there was no music, she could picture it in her head. It was to the point, where she could hum the tune off memory alone, as the two began their waltz in the small room. While it wasn't that much space; they would make due for at least this moment. The two were able to glide along the floor just like before. Each and every turn, reverse turn, and step was embedded into her at this point. "Just like back in the training halls huh?" Luxure said nothing. Her eyes closed, as she danced with her. She could almost picture the opulent hall: the crowds of monsters clapping, and the light centered on them, as she glided across the reflective floor. The sound of various string instruments playing to match their movements. All eyes on them: bodies shoved against one another, arms wrapped around each other, hips swaying in just the right motions, and hands exploring every curvature of their…"Luxure?" Her eyes shot open. Chanteuse was currently dipped rather low, with her hand currently cupping onto the Orthrus' ass. Their lips were currently so close to touching that she could feel the warm breath from Chanteuse's right head, and the left head just stared in bewilderment. Their cheeks were a bright red in color, but they didn't look away. "M-My lady."
"S-Sorry," she said. She helped pull her back up, before letting go. Chanteuse's heads turned away while she fidgeted in place. "I didn't mean that."
"Are you sure?" she asked. Luxure nodded, before walking towards the door. "Do you remember what I—"
"Let's just pretend that didn't happen." She turned around and smiled at her. "I thank you for the dance."
The door nearly sideswipe her, as Drum stepped inside. A rolled up piece of parchment was in one hand, and a large bag. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I need to get working on repairing the wall." He looked at her, then at Chanteuse. He tilted his head at how antsy she seemed. Her hips were wiggling and her arms refused to stay still. "Are you alright?" he asked Chanteuse.
"F-Fine," the right head said. "Let's just get this wall fixed," the left one followed up. Neither of them looked at her though. It felt like something was turning in her stomach. That same feeling was starting to spread to her chest, as she swung her leg back and forth.
"I want you both to go pick up these supplies." Drum handed Luxure the parchment. "Some fresh air will do you girls good. Although—" he paused. His eyes shifted from her and Chanteuse. They seemed to focus more so on what they were wearing than their faces. "I also have some different clothes for you both to wear." He dropped the bag on the ground. "After all, I can't really have you girls wandering around Dragon World dressed like that." He coughed into his hand. Chanteuse's heads shook, as she just messed around with her dress.
"What's wrong with our current attire?" Luxure asked.
"It's not Dragon World attire," Drum bluntly stated. "You girls need new outfits if you are going to walk around Dragon World, and that I took care of for you both."
"In one night?" Chanteuse asked.
"You'd be surprised how used to this I am." Drum walked out of the room, waving goodbye at them as he did so. "Let me know when you girls got changed." He said before closing the door.
Luxure untied the string keeping the bag closed. "Maybe we shouldn't have stayed," Chanteuse said. Inside the bag was: some breastplate that looked a bit shorter than normal, as if it the cut was low, a long skirt, and some armored greaves, with all three of these things being a dark blue in color, with a black trim to each. If there was something else in the bag, it was obscured by the armor. "I don't see what's so wrong? Even if we don't fit in, we aren't a part of Dragon World."
"You aren't," Luxure said as she pulled out the breastplate first. "I am though."
"Did you wear such attire?" Chanteuse's eyes went wide as Luxure pulled her dress up and over her head. The dragoness wiggled her voluptuous hips, not really caring if she was giving Chanteuse a show. "O-Oh," Chanteuse muttered under her breath. Luxure threw her dress over Chanteuse's faces, which made her fidget. Her hands grabbed onto it and tossed it onto the bed. Luxure bent down. She could practically feel Chanteuse's eyes focusing her raised ass, covered by her jet black lacy panties. This wasn't something new, and it was always quite fun to tease her. She thrust her ass up and down. Making sure to take her time in just removing the armor from the bag. Her tail curled up and gestured for her to come over, but she didn't hear the Orthrus moving.
'Not bad, you seem to be getting better,' she thought, a sigh came from her right after. 'Much to my dismay.' She grabbed onto the breastplate and pulled it out. Chanteuse's left head was turned away, with the right one just covering her eyes. She giggled, and bounced up just enough to give her tits a rather healthy looking bounce. The rather small lacy black bra surprisingly did a good job in supporting them, something that the left head was seeing, as a blush crossed its face. "What's wrong Chanteuse?" she teased, giving her tits another shake. "Don't tell me you are getting flustered already?" She giggled.
"Considering what just happened before Drum showed up, I'm surprised you are so willing to do this?" Chanteuse stood up and bent down into the bag. "What was going on with that by the way?"
Luxure sighed as she slipped on the breastplate. Much to her surprise, sliding it over her head was a lot easier than her previous attire, and even more surprising, it managed to fit perfectly around her chest. Although, she couldn't jiggle them. A fact that made her sigh and hold her head down. "I kind of wish that this wasn't regular armor. Now how am I supposed to tease my opponents?"
"Luxure, about my question?" Chanteuse asked while pulling out a rather thick looking dark green ranger's cloak. The buttons were already undone. She took her time in rubbing her fingers against the fabric. "A blouse cloak combo huh? Not bad."
"I-I, rather not talk about it."
"Oh? Why's that?" Chanteuse asked while tossing the cloak on the bed.
"It's embarrassing." She examined the damaged wall, before grabbing the long skirt from the bag. It was rather nice that he was able to get clothes that fit her body. Did her wife have a similar figure, or did he just have an eye for this? Unlike her breastplate, this allowed for a lot more movement. Being able to shake her hips and watch the skirt move back and forth was great. "I was just really enjoying our dance. It felt as if we were back at our old castle, and everyone was watching us. Their staring, it felt so…good." The word good was gasped out in a breathy tone, as she turned to stare at her.
"Did you know that your hands were moving so close to my—"
"I'm sorry Chanteuse. Such an act was unfitting a Demon Lord like myself." She puffed out her chest and placed a hand right on it.
"There's that hint of the old Luxure." She giggled. Chanteuse pulled out some jet black pants, and some armored steel boots. "Mhmm, not bad. Although, I still think my gown is much better." She looked back to Luxure, "Can you tell me more though. You know, about what was going on, and about why you were getting a bit…handsy?"
She turned her head away while donning her greaves. "The rest of it was still rather embarrassing, so I don't know what else to say."
Chanteuse shook her heads, but there was still a hint of a smile from her. "Just don't forget about what I told you yesterday." She pulled her gown over her head, before tossing it on the bed.
Luxure fidgeted in place. Gently scratching her cheek with the tip of her clawed hand, as she tried to think of something to say. "There is something that I really want to do now though."
"Oh? What is that?" Chanteuse asked, pulling up her new pants. Due to her more bottom heavy figure, they took a while to pull up. Thankfully it seemed like it was much easier for her to put on and button up the cloak.
She smacked her palm against her breastplate. A metallic banging sound made her smirk. "I want to find that masked figure, and kick his sorry ass for what he did to us, and our home!"
"Ha! I knew you were in there somewhere." Chanteuse giggled. "You know. I was thinking about that weird Serpentis woman. What are the odds that someone in Dragon World may know of her?"
"Unlikely," she said while walking over to the door. "Regardless, the two of us will figure something out!" She flashed Chanteuse a toothy yet confident grin.
There was a knock at the door. "Hey, you girls done yet?" Drum asked.
"Yes, we'll be out in a few moments."
Serpentis sighed, as dusted off her jacket. The cool breeze of Dragon World air did very little to calm her nerves. Failing was already enough of an embarrassment, but now she had to return back to her master. She scowled at no one in particular, the blades of grass moving in between her toes made things even worse. She would have to return. Her master would suspect something if she didn't, but just imagining Dune's smug face if she came back empty handed made her skin crawl. 'That ignorant fighter wouldn't let me live it down,' she thought, turning her head to the side to see her monster sleeping on the grass. "Come on girl, we need to get going." She tapped the creature with her boot. Trying to shake it as best as she could, but it didn't work. The monster rolled over and was still out like a light. Serpentis plopped down and stared at the village below. So many dragons were out: shopping, talking amongst themselves, or just whatever they could do to enjoy the day today.
"Well howdy there." A male's voice came from behind her.
'Oh no it couldn't be.' She refused to turn around. Maybe if she didn't look at him he would go away. Although, turning him to a frozen sculpture actually sounded a bit more fun. It would make up for her previous failure. Well, not to her master, but it would make her feel better.
"Come on now, is that anyway to treat a friend?" Dune asked.
"…"
He sighed. "Hello to you too," he said. She soon saw him standing right in front of her, with his hands on his hips, as offered her a hand. "Mind telling me what is going on?"
She reached over and nudged her monster.
Dune grunted while folding his hands behind his head. "Earth to Serpentis!" he exclaimed.
"Shut up." She playful scratched the monster's cheek. There was a yawn coming from it, as it slowly awoke. Shaking its whole body like a dog as it did so, before rising to its feet. "Star Beast, let's head out for now.
"Wait a second, are you really just going to ignore me!?" he shouted.
"There's a monster called Luxure," she said while petting her companion. "You can't miss her. She stands out like a sore thumb amongst these dragons. She'll have an Orthrus with her most likely. If you find them, bring them back." She hopped onto the back of the Star Beast. Dune's dumbfounded expression made her smirk. "If you do, I'll put in a good word for you."
"W-Wait what do you mean? I'm here to bring you back, how can you put in a good word for me? Also, what the heck is an Orthus?"
"A two headed dog," she stated bluntly, "And just bring her back. I have some important business to take care of for the master. Desperado is with you right?" Her gaze shifted downward, as a tall white scaled dragon was walking up next to Dune: a large black cowboy hat, a dusty brown windbreaker coat, and dark grey pants and cowboy boots complete with spurs. He looked straight out of some spaghetti western.
The dragon kept his hands in his pockets while staring right at her. "Yeah I'm with him." Even his voice and inflections seemed to fit the sort of cowboy motif this dragon had going for him. "Don't worry, we'll find this dragoness, and make sure she comes back with us." He adjusted his shirt collar. "After all—"
Dune chimed in for his monster, "Diplomacy was never your strong suit." He snickered.
She rolled her eyes at them, before riding off. The last thing she left them with, was the most mocking smile she could muster.
Both of Chanteuse's heads sighed. The left one looked down at the young dragoness walking alongside of them. Luxure looked behind her to see Avarice's hands were in the pockets of her dark red robe. The both of them looked at all the dragons shopping at the market stalls Most of which were food stalls, with each one trying to convince the customers that their particular goods were better than whatever the other was selling. She kind of wish she could stay and watch the peddlers battle each other. There was just some entertaining about it. Something that made her giggle. Despite this, some also sold: weapons, armors, and repair services. They just needed to find a stall selling general home repair goods. "Thanks for letting me join you both," Avarice said.
"It's always nice to have you with us," she said.
"I don't get how you can say that, as we barely know her," Chanteuse's left head spoke out.
"Well then—" Avarice paused, waving at a few of the red dragons that walked past them. They flashed them smiles, with Chanteuse simply waving her hand at the two strangers. "What do you want to know?"
Avarice and Chanteuse's conversation started to sound harder to listen too. It was as if they sounded like they were fading off. 'I'm just glad Dragon World looks as bustling as ever,' she thought. 'To think that at some point this place was almost destroyed by…no,' she gently smacked her cheek. She took extra care to make sure that it didn't draw the attention of anyone walking near them. Although, this didn't stop her from almost bumping into a few of the dragons. 'I can't think of that. He couldn't have done that. Well…he had the power, but he would never do such a thing. I wonder though…maybe there's a chance he ran into Vanity as well. Would he bring him back as he did for Chanteuse and me?' She looked back at Avarice and Chanteuse. The Orthrus leaned down and glared at the smiling young dragoness. 'I should have asked him.' Soon, she found herself listening back in on their discussion.
"My dad's a great warrior!" Avarice proclaimed, with her hands on her hips.
"Was, a great warrior. The Bunker Dragon family is strong, but there are far stronger monsters out there," Chanteuse quipped back. Trying to listen in on their conversation while also trying to find the right stall was a bit difficult to manage. It was to a point that she wanted to just stop to tell them to hold off their conversation until after they buy their supplies, but what Avarice said next was a bit too good to stop.
"Oh really? How many Dragons can you say defeated gods?" Luxure looked back and stopped.
"Wait really?" she asked, taking note that a few dragons were staring at them. She shielded one side of her face with one hand while looking away from some of the onlookers.
"Of course he did!" Avarice puffed out her chest. "Plus the Bunker Dragon family is one of the most revered dragon clans in Dragon World."
"I can think of a few others," Chanteuse said.
"How would you know?"
Chanteuse tilted her left head, as her right one just shook back and forth. Both of her arms were folded across her chest. "I know a few things about Dragon World."
"Oh really, then you must know one of the deities that my father beat was the infamous Azi Dahaka!"
She dropped her hand once that name was mentioned. "Wait?" She couldn't quite muster the ability to actually stare at Avarice after that. She grabbed onto her left arm and felt her body fidgeting. "Really?" she asked.
The Orthrus shook in place. Her hands balled into fists, as both heads growled. "You're a liar." Chanteuse stepped closer to her. She walked closer to Chanteuse and placed a hand on her chest in an attempt to keep her back. "There is no way, he could defeat him!" Chanteuse shouted.
"Well he did, and he also defeated the great Yami—"
"Why don't we change the subject," Luxure said. She pointed at the various civilians around them. Some of them tapped their feet, and a few leered at Chanteuse. "We are making a scene."
"Oh don't worry," Avarice said, smiling at the few onlookers before waving at them.
She covered her face, as Chanteuse sighed. "Whatever, I still think you're a liar young one, but we'll finish this discussion later." She stomped past the both of them. Her left head glared at the leering dragons, which caused a few of them to step forward.
"Sorry, sorry!" Luxure exclaimed, as she stood in front of them.
"Yeah, she's just unfamiliar with Dragon World customs that's all."
"Doesn't quite excuse her attitude," one of the dragons said.
"Yeah, she needs to learn the proper way to treat children," another one spoke up.
"She's had a rough day," Luxure said.
"Avarice, maybe you shouldn't go running your mouth so quickly," a new voice said. Walking past the canine and her was a green scaled dragon. He raised his green hat and cleared his throat. He narrowed his eyes, before shifting his attention over to the men in front of him. "There's nothing to see here," his tone was somewhat soft. If he was going to try and help, speaking like this was not a good way to do so, but for some reason: they nodded at him and walked off. Luxure scratched her head, as Chanteuse looked back. He adjusted the bow on his back, before he squatted down just a bit, so that he'd be at eye level with Avarice.
"Speaking of stronger Dragons," Chanteuse said. Luxure meanwhile just stared at him: his long brown hair looked so sleek, the large red plume on the back of his hat, the golden horns on the sides of his head, and along with his green cape, golden armor and rather noticeable swimmers build; provided a nice regal look to his whole appearance.
'He'd make a wonderful Gala Maiden,' she thought.
"What's a Fifth Omni Cavalry Dragon doing out here?" Chanteuse asked. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"
The green dragon stood up and cleared his throat. "This is uncle Meglax!" Avarice exclaimed.
He snickered, "I told you to not go calling me that." She scratched her cheek.
'Fifth Omni': the name sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, and the name sounded rather important as well. She extended her hand to him. He held onto it and the two shook hands. "My pleasure."
"Can you answer my question?" Chanteuse's right head asked. "What, exactly is a Fifth Omni Cavalry Dragon doing out here anyway?"
Meglax shook his head, "I'm not allowed to say. That's for me and the others to know."
"Typical," Chanteuse spat out.
"You mentioned about stronger groups Chanteuse, is this who you were talking about?" she asked.
"Yeah," She said. Meglax placed a hand on Avarice's head and smiled.
"You really are your father's child. Anyway, it may be better to not go around bragging." He said.
Avarice pouted, as she walked over to her. "I don't see the problem. Chanteuse was denying his strength, so I thought I'd brag a bit. Besides—"
"Nothing's wrong with a bit of showboating right?" Luxure giggled. Meglax sighed.
"Who is she?" he asked.
"That information is classified," Chanteuse snapped back.
"This is Luxure! She's a friend of mine!"
"I just said that information is classified," Chanteuse said, with her left head gritting its teeth.
She looked back to the Orthrus, "Chanteuse stop please." She placed a hand on her shoulder, before turning back to Meglax. "I do apologize for that."
"No need. She reminds me a friend of mine."
"I have a question for you though," she said.
"Go ahead."
"Do you know of a strange masked monster?"
He held onto the underside of his snout. "That's rather vague. I'd need more information."
"It wore a court jester's mask, and had a rather human appearance…I think," she said, scratching her head.
Meglax shook his head. "Sorry, but I have no idea about that."
"What about a weird human girl wearing a dragon mask," Chanteuse said. That seemed to get a reaction out of Meglax: His eyes seemed to have widened, and his head shifted focus to Chanteuse in an instant. "She had some sort of fiery wolf by her side." Both of Chanteuse's heads smirked.
He cleared his throat. "Sorry, but I can't say anything."
"Aww why?" Avarice asked.
"Let me guess, that information is classified?" she asked. Meglax nodded.
Luxure smirked, as she sauntered up to him while wiggling her hips. She leaned closer to him; her breastplate pressed right against his chest, as she stared right at into his eyes. "Oh really?" She giggled. His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink; his body leaned away from her, as she placed a hand on his shoulder. She licked her lips and whispered into what qualified as ears for a dragon, "Are you sure that you couldn't tell some sweet ladies some of that information?" she teased, wiggling her hips as she winked at him. She flipped her mane of hair back while batting her eye lashes at him. She could feel a bit of heat coming from him as he just stared at her. She batted her eyelashes and flashed him a sultry smirk. "Please."
He shook his head while rubbing the back of his head. "S-Sorry, but no." He pulled away from her and cleared his throat. "It's not that we don't care, but—"
"But we were attacked by that same masked woman at our home," Avarice interrupted. Meglax squatted back down to look right at Avarice. "Please, if you know anything, can you tell us?"
"We don't have enough information to actually talk about this, but if we find out anything, we'll let you know." He stood up, "And as for you…Luxure was it?" He dusted off his armor; his cheeks were still a light shade of pink. "I'd like if you not try to get information out of me in such a manner again."
She giggled and puffed out her chest while giving him a wink. "Oh heavens I don't know what you possible could mean?"
He snickered, "Cheeky, but that attitude of yours doesn't change your rather…odd methods. Regardless, I didn't know someone had a hit on you?"
"We didn't know it either," Chanteuse chimed in. "Apparently Bunker Dragon, and her were wanted for some weird group. "I'd ask you about it, but I assume you wouldn't tell us much on it."
"You assume correctly," he said.
"What if other monsters are targeted as well?" Luxure asked.
"Is that why you are here Uncle…oops! I mean Meglax."
He nodded. "Basically. Doble and I are checking around to see what we can find. We don't know much about them though. Although, now knowing that Drum and her were targeted does make me worried for the other civilians. Drum is capable of handling himself easily. I'm not so sure about the other denizens."
Chanteuse giggled. "Are you telling me that Dragon World monsters have gotten soft over the years?"
"Not at all," he said. "It's just that certain monsters are stronger than others." The sound of a loud almost booming THUD! Got their attention. "Case in point, right now." He looked over at the direction of the sound, before running off.
"Let's go girls," Luxure said while following right behind him.
"Wait for me!" Avarice held onto the bottom of her robe while following her.
Chanteuse sighed as she followed them.
The three of them followed Meglax. Luxure took the lead while Avarice and Chanteuse were right behind. Meglax was rather fast. Being able to outpace the three of them rather easily. The soles of Luxure's clawed feet slammed against the floor, as her tail whipped from left to right. Her long mane of hair blew in the breeze while her eyes shifted from left to right. Some civilians were either focused on their daily routines, or walking towards the sound of the commotion, which was becoming easier to hear: two voices, one was a male, and the other was a woman. A very familiar sounding woman. Her tone wasn't as breathy and hoity as hers', or as regal as Chanteuse's. "That's what he gets! He wanted a fight, so he got it!" She had a raucous sounding voice at the moment. Something that made Luxure feel uneasy.
"Did you hear—"
"Yes I did my lady," Chanteuse's right head interrupted while her left head snarled. "I hope she's alright."
"Who?" Avarice asked as she almost tripped over her own tail.
Both women sighed, "Athena."
They then saw Meglax dive past some of the crowd into an inn.
Soon the girls caught up to the speedy ranger. Luxure pushed through. A few of the civilians stressed things like: "Hey watch it!" and "We were here first, wait your turn!" She noticed that Chanteuse decided to stand right outside of the inn. After all, she could just look in through the window and see what was going on inside. Something, she should have noticed before, but getting inside was more important. Avarice decided to poke her head right in between the dragons to look inside through the open doorway, but what Luxure saw made her cheeks feel flushed.
A human was on the floor: out cold. Their pristine silver armor did very little to protect from the blow to the face he received, as evident by the huge shiner he was sporting on his left eye. The regalia on his rather lavish armor was proof of his status as one of the dragon knights, and the elegant golden trim just confirmed her suspicions. Standing right next to his fallen ally was another dragon knight most likely, as shown by his more human body shape. His body was much more protected; covered in his own silver armor, except his looked far more polished than his friend. She could practically see her reflection in it. She took this chance to fluff up her hair. 'Much better,' she thought to herself. Although, the knight scoffed at her and tried to walk away from her. She changed her focus to the bipedal light pink unicorn standing above the downed man, with two red Armordragons holding onto her: one in some sort of odd looking blue and gold armored long coat that had rather large spiked sleeves and white pants. The second had nothing covering his broad chest. Instead sporting some spaulders on both his shoulders and on his forearms, and some sort of armored leggings that barely did the job of being leggings, with how it looked like they only covered the front of his lower body, she could only wonder if he had anything covering the back, or at least, hope he did. Both of these dragons held onto one of the Unicorn's arms, as they kept her held back. The sight of her hooves squirming in the air almost made her giggle, but she had to hold it back. At least, until she finds out if that guy was alright. The unicorn's long mane was kind of a mess: it was rather unkempt, with the exception of the hair at the side of her head, which curled upward rather nicely. Into what looked like some sort of hair horns on either side of her head. She was dressed much like how they were before they got their new outfits: a ballroom gown; complete with a large skirt. Hers' was snow white in color, which really clashed with the sheer look of anger she had her face.
She whinnied "Let me go guys, I'm not done with him yet!" She shouted. She couldn't help but just stare at the unicorn. Those light blue eyes of hers' were glaring down at him, as if he was going to just get up. The constant draconic murmurs around them seemed to make her smirk. While the large red horned dragon on her left just shook his head.
"You've proved your point already," he said. The knight that was left standing picked up the downed man.
Meglax raised a brow at the six of them. "Burn Guts, what's going on?"
"Standard bar fight." He looked down to the Unicorn and then back to Meglax with a grin on his face. "It's just that our temperamental friend here was involved instead."
"She lacks any self-control, which is rather fitting due to the dragons she keeps for company," the knight scoffed.
Meglax sighed. The green dragon placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Not a good thing to say considering the audience around us." He snickered, before smacking the armored knight on his back. Both of them looked at the two leering dragons. Their hands looked like they were beginning to "slip". The Unicorn felt their fingers slipping, which made a rather vicious looking grin start to form. Luxure walked up behind the knight and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Please apologize to the dragons here for that statement, because you won't like what'll happen to you." She gestured back with her thumb. It wasn't just the two red Armordragons who were peeved: some of the dragons who actually looked at them had a few stares of their own; most of which, were anger, others were just sheer curiosity at the gall that the dragon knight had. She wished that she could actually see his face. Was he afraid, worried, or something else? He grabbed onto the downed dragon knight as he lifted him up.
"I have nothing to say. That brutish woman attacked Sir Georgios just for a mere comment he stated."
"Mere!" the Unicorn shouted. "That's a fat load of shit and you know it!"
Luxure's cheeks felt flush once again. Chanteuse meanwhile shouted to them from outside the establishment. "Watch your language Athena! We are proud and proper ladies, not some rude Danger World brutes!" Athena's eyes looked away from the Orthus' sudden intrusion on their conversation.
"He insulted the Dragons here with his statements!" Athena said while pointing at the downed Georgios with her hoof. "Then, when I called him out on his…" Her eyes looked around the room, as if she was trying to make sure a certain someone wasn't watching. She saw the hair's on Athena's body stand up. "Uncouth behavior, he decided to mock me as some ignorant child who knew nothing of the affairs of Dragon World."
"You kind of don't," Meglax stated while rubbing the back of his head. "Although, I understand your anger."
"Can we go?" The knight asked.
"Not until I'm finished with you!" Athena said.
"Athena!" Luxure shouted. "Please stand down for now."
"But my lady, you are a Dragon, and so are you green sir," she said. "How could you let such comments go?"
"Time is good at building a resistance to idiotic comments. Bar Brawls are common, amongst us Dragons. Even if our relations to the dragon knights are "tolerable" we still try to avoid fights with them." He looked over to the dragons were going back to their seats, others were just staring right at them, mostly at Athena. "Despite the attitudes of our lovely watchers."
"Of course you know not to—" the knight was cut off.
"Although, I do remember needing to do some searching around." He scratched the underside of his snout just like a chin. His eyes shifted over to the retreating knight. "Something about some battered and beaten dragon knights. Some of which, had blood dripping down from their heads. It was quite a horrid sight," Meglax stated. Despite the fact this knight had his face covered. They could feel his body tense up. Meglax then turned back to Athena, "So one needs to be careful of they do or say. Or else, some monsters may not take so kindly to such actions." Luxure could swear that she saw a sly smirk forming on Meglax's face. Athena didn't seem to move. She instead just kept staring at the green dragon while the knight just rushed out with the downed man in tow.
"Quite the show." Luxure giggled.
"I know," Burn Guts said, while both the other dragon and him let her go. "Still, I got to admit." Burn Guts patted Athena on the back in a manner that looked more like he was slapping her back. "You did great there. You got quite a punch!" He held onto his sides and laughed. Athena flexed her right arm and snickered. Despite her elegant figure, she had quite the definition in her arms. Flexing them showed off some rather noticeable muscle on them. She then repeated the same process with her other arm.
"Yeah I know. Like I said,' she puffed chest out. The tight fabric of her gown showed off the curvature of her bosom, "Don't underestimate me because I'm a Unicorn."
The two dragons chuckled. "Duly noted."
Luxure turned her head back to see Chanteuse walking over to the group a bit faster than normal. Without warning: her the open palm of her hand slammed into Athena's right cheek. The sheer force moved the unicorn's head to the side, and left a bright red mark on her face. Luxure winced while moving her shoulders up. She wanted to look away, or at least get involved, but maybe it was just better for her to stay where she was. Chanteuse's eyes narrowed. Her hands moved over to hold onto her own hips, as she leaned forward. "Don't use language like that! We are prim and proper ladies, not some crude uncivilized brutes!" She scolded. Athena held onto her cheek as she stared at the angry canine. Her eyes were wide as she felt her body leaning back while Chanteuse's leaned in. The sheer display made Athena's new friends shift their gaze over to her. This stunt even got Meglax's attention. Everyone though just remained silent. "Nothing to see here, just some discipline," Chanteuse said. She saw that some of the dragons turned around, and the few remaining ones that stayed got to hear her let loose a guttural growl at them. A few of them smirked before sitting back down. Both heads jerked back to Athena, and raised their brows. Athena raised a finger, about to speak, but Chanteuse just embraced her and pulled her close in. "It's good to see that you are safe," she said, her right head nuzzled into her neck while the left one gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Please, just make sure to think next time." Athena nodded, Luxure giggled, and Meglax gestured for the two Armordragons to go.
"See you later Athena, maybe you come watch us brawl another time." Burn Guts gave her another pat on the back while his friend nodded at her, before following him back to their table.
"Friends of yours?" Luxure asked.
"Yeah, I just met them. Burn Guts Dragon and Cheering Squad, Good Luck."
"One of them is literally named Cheering Squad?" Chanteuse asked.
"Some dragons prefer to go by their roles for a team," Meglax chimed in.
"There was only one of him though," Chanteuse exclaimed.
"His friends may have been busy today." Meglax chuckled. Chanteuse just shook her head.
Athena closed her eyes and smiled at them. "They are Dragons of class."
"One of them looked like they weren't any pants," Chanteuse said.
Luxure held onto her cheeks and giggled. "Mhmm, and that same one had his chest exposed. Such a broad chest, and such thick crushing…" Chanteuse cleared her throat, making her bounce in place as she placed a hand to her mouth and giggled into it. "I mean, he looks like a Dragon of class."
"Thanks!" Burn guts exclaimed, flashing her a smirk.
She stared at him for a moment, before she turned her head to the group at hand.
"Can we stick around and eat?" Avarice asked while walking into the inn.
"Who's she?" Athena asked.
"I'm Avarice Bunker S—" she was cut off Meglax tapping her on her shoulder. She looked at him then covered her mouth, before looking back at Athena. "Just call me Avarice," she said.
Chanteuse's left head raised a brow at her. "No please, finish your whole name. All I know is that your name is Avarice." Her right head looked for a seat. "I think we should get going."
"Are you sure you girls don't want to sit and eat some food?" Meglax asked.
"Oh?" Luxure scooted over to him. She rubbed her arm into his. "I knew you wanted to spend some time with me. I'm flattered," she said while fanning herself with her hand.
Meglax gently pushed her away. "Don't flatter yourself too much." He shook his head. "Besides, I just thought it'd be better to discuss matters with you three while enjoying a meal."
"We would but, Dad wants us to buy some supplies!" Avarice exclaimed. Meglax tilted his head. Avarice pushed her index fingers together and looked up the green dragon. "We need to repair a wall back at our home."
"What did you do?" he asked.
"I-It wasn't her," Luxure stammered.
"Oh," he said. Chanteuse grabbed onto both her and Athena's arms while pulling them out.
"We need to get going," Chanteuse said. Luxure's gaze shifted to the back of the bar. A lone white scaled dragon sat at the corner of the inn. He tipped his cowboy hat up. Those eyes of his stared right at her. The last thing she saw, before she was dragged out with the girls was a rather sly smirk on his face, before he lowered back down to cover his eyes.
'Weird,' she thought. Once they were outside, she pulled away from Chanteuse's grip and dusted off her skirt. Athena crossed her arms as she was let go. "Fine, fine, we'll go buy the supplies."
"You can go flirt with the scantily clad dragon men after we handle what Drum asked of us first."
Luxure giggled, with Avarice scratching her head. "Do the dragons were you come from not dress similarly?" Chanteuse shook her head, before she walked off towards a carpentry stand. "I'll take that as a no," she stood right by Luxure.
"Can we talk for a bit my lady?" Athena asked.
"Let me guess," she walked past Athena. "A giant skull spoke to you about being lost."
"Yeah. Wait, how did you—" Athena paused as she walked off. "Know," she finished.
"We'll talk more about that later," she said. Soon she heard clopping of Athena's hooves right behind her.
It didn't take long for them to finally reach their destination: A rather rustic looking wooden stand. The dragon there seemed to have a variety of tools to help with any household building needs: hammers, saws, drills, and many more things were up for purchase for anyone who was interested. Behind it was a rather large looking caravan that looked like it housed more of his merchandise. "Greetings," Chanteuse said to the owner.
"What can I help you with?" he asked. Luxure tapped on Avarice's shoulder. She pulled out the list from her pocket and handed it to her.
She passed him the list of supplies. "We were told that you have all of these things here." He nodded, before going under the stall. Footfalls came from right behind the group. Luxure turned around to see the same white scaled dragon from back at the bar. He smirked at the girls, and flashed them a smirk. Athena turned around and placed a hand on her hip.
"Who the f—" Athena was interrupted by Chanteuse clearing her throat. "I mean, who the heck are you?"
"Charmed my dear ladies." He bowed while tipping his hat. "The name is Desperado, and I need your help."
"Can you hold it?" The shopkeeper asked, as he placed down two large bags, filled with who knows what, considering the loud thud that came from his stall once they placed onto the counter. "These girls have to wait, as I need to head inside and get the rest of the stuff."
"I understand my fine sir, but sadly I really do need the assistance of some kind Dragon World folk."
Luxure raised a brow. She took a step closer to him and held onto his hand. "Well, lucky for you. The maiden of Dragon World is here to help you!" she exclaimed.
"Never heard of you miss," The shopkeeper chimed in, which made her sigh.
"So what did you need?" she asked.
"A friend of mine is being held against his will by a powerful monster, and I could really use some help in getting him back."
She smirked at him while letting go of his hand. She placed a hand on her chest and puffed it out proudly. "Well then, lucky for you, the Gala Maidens are here to help you."
"What about the supplies we need for Drum?" Chanteuse asked.
"Athena, mind staying here with Avarice and getting the rest of the supplies?" she asked.
Athena leaned forward with both hands on her hips. "Why don't I get to fight alongside of you both?"
"Because, we can't leave a child here alone," Chanteuse stated.
Avarice pouted. "I can handle myself you know, plus I have the money, so you three could just go."
There was a glint in Athena's blue eyes. "See! The young Dragon is fine on her own, so let me go with you." Athena puffed out her own sizable bust.
Desperado chuckled. "Eager aren't you?" He looked at the three of them. "The more the merrier I'd always say." Chanteuse glared at the dragon, making him snicker. "On the other hand, one shouldn't leave a young dragon alone."
"Please Athena," Luxure begged.
"Fine." Athena crossed her arms. "We'll talk later, just get going."
"Thanks," she said. Desperado pointed towards some grassy field in the distance. "We need to head out there. There's an area out there, where he's being held, follow me!" he exclaimed before running off.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Chanteuse had a tight grip on her. "Are you sure about this?"
"Isn't it the Gala Maiden duty to help?"
"It's the Gala Maiden duty to make others happy. Plus, should we really trust some random Dragon that we just met?"
"Don't worry," she said, before pulling out of her grip. "Besides, when did my decisions ever cause us problems?"
Chanteuse stared right into her eyes. "The day we all got separated," she said bluntly. Luxure looked away, before just running off to follow him, but she could hear Chanteuse's sigh, before the Orthrus followed her. She felt Chanteuse's hand back on her shoulder, as she nodded at her. She returned the favor, before the followed Desperado off to help him. Or at least, she hoped that he was as sincere as he seemed.