Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter thirty six
Dragons are truly amazing.
They are one of the strongest beasts on earth, though some humans may capture or kill one occasionally. They had large powerful bodies with near unbreakable scales; they could fly, breath fire and possessed magical qualities; their sense of sight, smell and hearing were powerful and they had highly developed intelligence that matched a human's.
Many poets and artists depicted these great creatures in their work and they were considered Gods in history. They existed well before humans and their life span far exceeded a human's.
Dragons are truly amazing.
The fight had been quick.
Inhumanly quick.
If anyone had wanted a long, gruelling, interesting fight; they would be very disappointed.
The chimera had dove at the back of Iain's head. The red dragon's head snapped back round, his jaw open. A shower of yellow, blazing flames flowed from his mouth like an inferno river of fire. The mad chimera was flooded in the sea of hell fire.
It stumbled back blindly. The entire front of its body was burnt black, breaking away like charcoal. The smell of rotten and burning flesh and hair filled the air. Its lion head was obviously dead but the goat's legs and snake head still kicked around wildly; unable to move the deformed, crispy body by themselves.
Iain leapt on the still moving prey, swiping his claws across both remaining parts in one hit. Dark purple blood burst out of the creature, soaking the ground and spraying Iain's under belly. He recoiled slightly from the strong spicy smell that a chimera's blood had; it was often used in men's perfumes.
The crowd went unnaturally quiet, not sure what had really happened with their slower senses. Most of them had just picked up that the chimera had jumped, then there was heat then the dragon was cutting the dead beast open.
It had been a matter of seconds.
The silence was soon suddenly broken when the uneasy cheering began. Iain glared at the surrounding humans, celebrating like they had killed the chimera themselves. He could smell disappointment and fear amongst the ecstasy; showing that some humans were not happy with the fight.
'Good!' he thought bitterly.
A high pitched whistle suddenly screamed over the crowd, demanding silence from the humans and attention from the dragon.
A tall, cloaked figure stood up, towering over the normal humans. His shoulders were broad and despite being hidden, his muscles were clearly large. His head was lowered slightly and the hood hid his entire face.
The red beast tensed instinctively as the man waved at him.
The cloaked figure pushed his way forward so he was closer to the dome cage. He suddenly lifted his head so that only the dragon could see the face of the cloak man.
The result was instantaneous.
To the humans, it appeared the dragon had somehow flashed from being in the centre of the sunken pit to the dome cage's upper side. In reality he had run then jumped.
He was suddenly clawing and snarling at the metal bars with his feet hooking on to lower bars to keep him in place. Humans screamed and moved away in fear from where the dragon was. Iain reached one arm through a gap and was trying to tear at the cloaked figure that was just out of reach. He snapped his teeth and roar at the man who stood still, ignoring the fleeing humans.
Ivan who had been watching was shocked that his dragon was so fiercely trying to attack the figure. The red dragon was snarling wildly, acting like the chimera had.
The wild dragon withdrew his arm from the gap and instead placed two scaly hands on two bars and pulled, roaring at the top of his lungs the entire time. The metal groaned under the pressure as it was moved a few inches.
Gilbert suddenly shouted across to Ivan, over the wild roars and screaming humans. "Stop him! Use the collar!"
The collar around Iain's neck glowed and the dragon was replaced by a man.
The red head tumbled down. He stopped his fall when he used both hands to grab onto the thick metal bars and cling there. He dangled a 100m or so above the sandy ground of the arena.
He growled briefly at Ivan before glaring at the cloaked figure. He began to climb up towards the enlarged gap. Once there, he began to shimmy through the space. He had just gotten his torso through when Gilbert shouted at Ivan again.
The white haired man was lucky he was not close to the trader as he was getting fed up with these orders. The man turned into a dragon again.
The dragon screamed in rage and agony as his body could no longer fit in the gap. The steel bars buckled as his size expanded. Finally when he had stopped growing; it was clear that he was stuck in the gap, though it was a lot larger than before.
He wheezed slightly as they put pressure on his lungs. The dragon was trapped there, growling, snarling and roaring like a crazed beast at the hooded figure who had not moved a muscle or uttered a word the entire time.
Most of the stadium had cleared out as soon as the dragon began its escape. Arthur, Francis and Alfred were still in the VIP box with Gilbert. Ivan was still in the booth above Iain's door. They were all staring in wonder at the scene, wondering who the man was and how he had enraged the red beast so much.
Suddenly the man pulled the black hood away from his face. He was a tanned, beautiful man with dark brown curls and stubble on his chin. He had long, dark eye lashes and an exquisitely strange gold-brown eye colour. His dark appearance screamed that he came from the warmer Southern kingdom, maybe the Italian area.
He was amazingly handsome man with no flaws except for two.
The first one was despite his charming good-looks, something about him seemed dangerous; like he looked too perfect as if he was designed to lure in prey.
The second was that one of his golden brown eyes was gone and in its place was a deep black claw scratch.
It was ugly and rotten looking, festering horridly around the edges, contrasting with his gorgeous good looks. The skin under the missing eye sagged slightly, making his jaw line on the right look les defined compared to the left side.
He grinned widely at the dragon. "Ciao, my dear drago rosso."
He beamed a friendly smile and the dragon froze and became tense. Iain had become silent as soon as the man spoke.
"I assume you remember me then, amico."
(A/N – Taadaa! Rome is finally here meaning that this story will be ending soon. Not without some epic fight though. (despite my poor fighting writing skills)
I love Rome – I really do. He's so funny and great. He's hilarious with Germany or Germania. He needs more love in the series. He started it after all!
However I did need a bad guy and Russia was already the sub-baddie. Plus I wanted a little relevance to this world. Rome and Scotland did fight in our world.
We won! *epic peace sign pose!* Though we did almost lose a few times… We still won!
I don't have anything to say other than – REVIEW PLEASE!)