Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter six
Iain was lying on the roof in his human form with his hands behind his head, resting and staring at the stars. The moon was almost gone, making the night seem darker and inkier than normal. The sky was almost black to his vision but he could still see clearly.
He was just wearing simple, loose trousers and a long silver chain with a small Celtic knot on it.
Human clothes were a pain for him.
Every time he transformed into his true form his clothes were ruined. He always had to buy new clothes if he changed suddenly or quickly without striping first, which was common with his impatience. He still had a few sets of clothes left so he was in no hurry to buy new ones.
He wasn't wearing a shirt at the moment though because it was night and no one could see him. He didn't need any clothes to actually stay warm anyway. He never felt cold with his fiery dragon centre.
He always slept outside on the roof too for comfort. It felt more natural for him. He was basically an animal, even if he could appear as a human.
Iain wasn't sleepy at the moment though the blonde and most humans had fallen asleep a few hours ago. He didn't require more than a couple hours of sleep each day and preferred to sleep in the very early morning.
He had scowled when he heard the man whisper the earlier knight's name. He was now regretting letting the knight run off but he had smelt another human lurking in the woods. He didn't want to risk leaving the tower's side.
The dragon rarely actually left the tower except to hunt for food or fetch supplies for Arthur. He also felt lonely in the tower.
Though he would never tell Arthur this…
He fiddled with the basic Celtic knot between in his long fingers. It had three points and was only about the size of a coin. It was important to him though.
It had been a gift from his 'mother'. He missed her….
Just after midnight he heard distant hoofs hitting the ground. The rider seemed to be coming closer. He estimated that whoever it was would reach the tower in 20 minutes if they were trying to get here.
He sighed irritated.
He listened lazily to the horse. As it got closer, he could hear more and more.
The fluttering heart beat of the tired animal and the steady one of a human, their dual breathing which was out of sync with each other and the man's teeth which were clattering together as he shivered from the night's chill. The wind wasn't blowing in the right direction so it was difficult to smell him but there seemed to be a whiff of perfume in the air.
The person was probably rich….
He sat up and watched as the figure rode into the clearing. The man had a flaming torch to light his way as there was little moon light. The light was unnecessary for the dragon as he could see almost perfectly in the dark.
His species were partly nocturnal after all, preferring to sleep just before dawn. They were also the most inactive at midday so they could bathe lazily in the heat and the most active at twilight so they could hunt when it was darker and no one could stop or catch them.
He could see the man clearly. It was a man with shoulder length silky blonde hair, tied back with a red ribbon and bright blue eyes. A typically beautiful man, who would probably have women following him around, who was dressed in fine silk clothes and well groomed.
A nobleman…
He also had a bouquet of deep red and white roses in a large gaudy ribbon in his free hand. He wanted to be a suitor for the 'princess'.
The dragon smirked at the irony, leaping from the 500m tower and landing on his human hands and feet in the grass.
He went unnoticed by the nobleman…
For now…
(A/N – Not much to say which I haven't already said.
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