Me and harakun
 

http://www.draconika.com/types/images/brass-dragon.jpg The dragon paced. He blocked the unconsious vampire from the rest of his stoney castel. It was carved from a platue. From the ground it looked like a platue, with the origonal outsiding used as a wall to keep humans and what not out. But from above it was a vast wonderland of turrets, spires and a lake with a surrounding garden in the center.
The two were underground at the moment, light flickered in as a pale blue from the stain glass windows higher up in the turrent. A series of stones fitted together seperated the two enough that he would be able to escape to the higher areas of the turret before the vampire could scale the wall.
The dragon craned his neck over the wall to nudge the vampire again. He wanted the vermin awake before he left to hunt.

The vampire stirred awake at the nudge and he'd groaned a little under his breath. His whole body ached, his head throbbed like hell, and his stomach felt oddly painful - like it had just fed after years of not feeding. But, if he remembered right, he hadn't fed only for months. He did feed, but he was like a mindless killer who killed and sucked anyone blood in sight. How he got into what seemed like a lair was a mystery to him. "What... happened?" were the first words he'd voiced out with his throat dry and scratchy as he'd pushed himself to lay on his back. He isn't thirsty at all nor hungry, he just didn't have the energy to stand yet.

The sight of the dragon was majestic. The vampire's eyes widened in slight surprise. The pale blue light that flickered in from the stain glass windows made the sight of the dragon even more ethereal. After having drank from the dragon, his blood, his hair had gotten back their natural luster and color, which was black, and even his eyes, which ones resembled that of a possessed demon, was now bright green and filled with curiosity. "Who are you?" he asked, looking rather confused as he tried to recall what had happened despite his throbbing headache. The vampire was rather handsome with his pale skin reflecting off the blue light, his black hair splayed out beneath him like a fan, and his lips as red as a fully bloomed rose. His clothes, on the other hand, were tattered from months of hunting, his nails only slightly regenerated yet, some chipped off and some scratched to show the skin underneath. Surprisingly, too, the vampire wasn't wearing any shoes - his boots, which he'd usually wear, were gone.

The dragon sighed an muttered something to himself.
"My castel, and Zar. You'll stay here until you've recovered. Now, hld on and you won't fall off." He said before picking up he vampire by the back of his shirt and etting him where her neck met his shoulder's. From there he walked out and into the halls. The framing that kept the arches from colasing were just above his head.
Zar walked until there was a tall oak door he set the vampire down and pushed it open. The door was actually two doors, a larger one for him and a smaller one inside it fr any human-oid creatures in the palace.

The vampire lost a bit of his composure when the dragon had picked him up by the back of his shirt. "Whoa," he'd started, eyes widening as he let out a short grunt the moment he'd been put down. Draken wasn't sure where to hold so he'd ended up holding onto the dragon's sides. His eyes were wide with awe at actually riding on a dragon. He hadn't thought he'd be able to meet one mythical creature but here he was - a living dead himself - with a dragon.

His feet didn't make a sound as he followed the dragon through the rather tall oak door. "Tell me, Zar," he turned to look up at the dragon, "What happened? Did I do something to have ended up here?" And in this state, too? he continued in his mind as he'd pulled a bit at his tattered shirt. I only remembered being cast away, of the feeling of hunger not leaving me no matter how I fed on... animals?

The dragon chuckled and set the vampire down inside the room. It was a large master bedroom. The bed was double with a silken canves. There was a desk and one wall was racked with books dating as far back as when Egypt was ruled by pharohs.
"You'll be staying here." Zar took note of the vampire toying with his shirt. He pushed another set of smaller doors open to reveal a closet with clothing from every era.
"I suggest something light, silk or cotton. The day hasn't yet reached noon." he suggested nudgng the vampire inside. The room was windowed from higher up, there was everything from almost every era here. there was even a set of his boots underneath another set of what he was wearing.

When the dragon had inadvertently skipped his question to say things that told the vampire the dragon was in his own world, Draken couldn't help but sigh quietly as he'd decided to look around the dragon's room right after he'd been nudged in. His eyes had widened in delight and his tongue moved about his lower lip - a habit that told anyone that he was excited. He was excited to feel the old pages with his fingers and see if he still remembered the old language.

"It's still morning?" the vampire asked, incredulously amazed at how he'd managed to not get a sunburn under the sun. He won't die with just the sun hitting his skin. With a stake to drive through his heart, though, that's another story. "I'm still in one piece," he said thoughtfully, frowning a bit. But, he'd turned to look at the numerous clothes the dragon seemed to have. "This is some collection, Sir Zar," he'd commented, unaware he'd voiced out his thoughts.

Zar flipped through a book with leather pages as the vampire looked at everything.
"Yes, yes and thank you," Zar said looking up frm the book.

Realizing he'd been talking too much, the vampire decided to take the chance to look at the dragon's closet. It was full of clothes, as he'd expected from a creature that's lived thousands of decades. It was something a living dead like him could relate to. But, the dragon's sense of style was a little... different. Not that he should complain. He was the one being given shelter like this. Why, though, he wasn't sure. The dragon could easily just leave him out to be a beast again and die in the circumstances.

Draken chose clothes made of silk. They felt nice to touch and definitely gave his figure some sense of semblance. "Sir Zar," he'd started, stepping out from the closet to sit by the dragon's side, "Please tell me what had happened." He was still at a loss here and he was clueless as to how he was feeling, well, full instead of thirsty. That wasn't normal. Tonight, he'll try to go out and hunt for blood. Human blood, hopefully.

Zar looked over at him an nodded.
"Well after you drank that hunter dry it was decided that you'd stay here until further notice." He said before returning to his book.

Irritation played on the vampire's usually impassive features. He snarled a moment and grabbed the book of the dragon to toss it aside as he'd quickly pinned the dragon down. His hand was around the dragon's throat, his legs straddling the other's chest.
"Stay here until further notice?" he mocked him as he'd bared his fangs, "You can't keep a vampire no matter how much clothes you give him."

Zar's tail whipped around and swatted the vampire off. The dragon snarled and crouched, rows of shark like teeth shown before the dragon snorted and regained his composer.
"I could just drop you in the middle of the desert if you'd enjoy that more." He snarled.

Draken collided onto the floor. Though he didn't breathe, he still thought that had brought out all the air from his lungs. He gasped a moment before he'd flinched at the idea of being dropped into the middle of the desert in his current condition. Anger raged in his blood and his eyes, for a moment, turned a bright crimson.
"And I could make you dragon meat if you try and do that," he replied with his lips pursed and straightened into a line. He put his hand over his chest where the other's tail had once collided with. "Or offer your head to them dragon hunters; put an end to your existence." The vampire, of course, didn't mean any of what he'd said. He was only driven by rage to be spurting all these nonsense. It was apparent that even he, a living dead, would not be able to kill a dragon whether he wanted to or not. Dragons were known to be creatures with greater power, or so the rumors say.

Zar mused at the rage the vampire kept up.
"You remind me of the last vampire to stay here. Always saying this she'd never be able to do. Those were the days. " He muttered regaining his origonal composuer and putting the book back on the shelf before turning back to the vampire.

Had he just been compared with another vampire, a woman no less? Draken was at a loss of words. The most he'd found himself doing just after the other had put the book back on the shelf was to pin the dragon against the book shelf. His hold on the shelf tightened a little and he'd made a rather irritated face.
"Has she said anything about drinking your blood?" he asked, his voice rather dark and almost sultry as he'd hovered his lips close to the dragon's neck. The scent of his blood wasn't as delicious as a human's, not as sweet as a human's but he could bear with it. In fact, he'd found himself licking his lips a little and swallowing tightly. His lips had also parted just a little to breathe his cold breath against the warm skin and the blood pumping through those veins.

"She was actually quite fond of the ocassional sip." The dragon said.
"She always said I tasted like a griffon." He said chuckling to himself.
"If you really want you can try." He suggested.

"A griffon?" he asked, blinking for a moment and arching a brow. That was enough to spark his curiosity and he'd taken the suggestion by pressing his lips against the other's skin. A rather luscious smile touched his lips before he'd bared his fangs and sunk it deep into the space that joined his shoulder and his neck. A little sip and he'd found himself frowning and quickly pulling back. He hadn't thought of licking the wounds he'd created closed since the thought of Zar's blood was all he could currently think off.

"It's worst," he'd started, making a face and sticking his tongue out. As if such a move would help get rid of the taste. "It's far worst than a griffon." He'd shuddered in disgust and scraped at his tongue to wound himself. Just to rid of the blood he'd drank from the dragon. "It's the most hideous blood I'd have ever come to taste. How'd she become fond of... that?"

"I ate differently back then, humans over desert creatures." Zar said chuckling and picking the vampire off his shoulder onto the ground. He felt a little light headed and lay downbefore continuing.
"I've been storing the blood from my last few kills in another wing if you want to try something else. I think I have some human lood left, it isn't as fresh as you've probably tasted though." He added with a light chuckle asfter watching the vampire's expressions of digust.

Well. Dandy. Why'd he suddenly feel envious? "Do desert creatures make you full?" he asked, continuing to frown and shudder in disgust as he'd let himself be put down. When the other had went to lay down, he found himself looking rather amused. The dragon wasn't so strong now, was he?
"That'd be a waste if it isn't as fresh as it should be," he said with a shake of his head, "They're the most delicious when in their ripe age. Not to mention, seeing them writhe in pleasure as I drink them..." The thought had him smiling rather deviously. The proud vampire crossed his arms over his chest and moved his gaze back to the dragon.
"And, I haven't drank much from you, but you're already feeling a little out of it, Zar?"

"No, their just eaiser to hunt. It has been five-hundred years since I last felt like that." Zar said closing his eyes. He chuckled and smirked to himself.
The only good thing about being able to sense emotions is you can get a good idea of what someone's thinking. Zar though to himself catching a glimpse of envy radiating from the vampire.

The vampire looked a little surprised. It's been that long for Zar? I'm only less than a half of his age, he thought idly as he'd leaned against the wall on his side. Shifting a little to have his back collide with the wall, he'd looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment.

"That hunter I'd drained, is he dead?" he asked as he'd turned to look at the dragon. There was a possibility he was still alive and if he remembered right, too, he had a coven he'd left behind. "And was I not with anyone else when you saw me?"

"No, he's still alive and you were alone. " Zar said glancing out the window. Something red ontop of one of the turrets caught his eye and the ears behind his frills lifted.
"So she did keep her promise to come visit." Zar said to himself and settled his head on the ground.

Drake clicked his tongue quietly. Then, he was sure that hunter was going to try and get to him. Blinking at the murmuring he'd heard from the dragon, he turned to look at him and raised his brows a little. She? he asked to himself as he'd turned to follow Zar's gaze.

"She still visits you often?" he asked him as he'd seen what the dragon had seen that made him say those words not very long ago. Odd how he felt envy come with that. Envy for the dragon to have someone he's close to.

"Nope, every hundred years or so she'll come around and stay for a day or two before leaving." While Zar had spoken the silver figure had slipped from the turret through the window.
"It's been a long time Zar." She said pulling her hood down to reveal short cut black hair and a pair of bright blue eyes that took in the room but settled one Drake.
"Almost six hundred years since was last spoke."
"Who is this?" She asked motioning to Drake.
"Drake is another guest, like you are Ceda." Zar said his gaze following her as she took a seat on the dragons back.
"How long has Drake been here?"
"He's been awake for less than a day." Zar said as Ceda looked him over.

((Drake has to be feeling very Third-wheelish right now.))

Drake watched the other vampire a little warily. Though he had a coven, rogue vampires like her was thought of to be dangerous. But, with the way Zar was talking to her so... gently, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. His pride never faltered though when he'd seen Ceda look him over. He'd even met her gaze head-on. "I'll be outside," he told Zar, his eyes never leaving Ceda as he pushed himself off of the wall. Moving out of the room and keeping his senses heightened, the male shut the door behind him and felt himself purse his lips in disapproval.

He didn't like it. Zar's attention was very much divided and on her when she came. He didn't know why it irritated him. The male shook his head and walked through the dragon's castle, his footsteps light and his eyes wary of anything that might happen.

"He radiates envy and he actually thinks I'm dangerous." Ceda said as Drake left. Zar snorted and stood.
"I think her wants to be you. I did speak very fondly of you." He said.
"He smells of a coven. I though you didn't take in covened vampires?" Ceda said giving the dragon a curious look.
"He was rouge when I found him. He was probably close to his home when I found him." Zar said, Ceda sighed and shook her head.
"I just hope he doesn't get himself into any trouble."