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Dragon Sewer (Abandoned)
Author: Closet FetishistWritten: January 8th 2014
"Get DOWN!" The wall guard yells as the screeching of the dragon billowed out, shaking the castle at its foundation. His wings rippled the air like water.
The dragon was Exulus, the darkest dragon ever known to mankind outside of legend. He was not only a cruel, evil creature; but his flesh was as black as the night sky. The dragon lived atop the mountain just above the kingdom; he's swore destruction of the Kingdom of Tolitria and has attacked it steadily for ten years.
"Fire!" The gunnery commander yells from inside the turret. The Ballista hook fires into the air with great speed; dust rising off the rope as it sails into the air. The guards all watch and simultaneously take cover as they watch the hook fly and miss the dragon by mere inches.
Exulus, feeling the wind off the flying hook, blowing by him, looks down at the guards and laughs. He dives for the turret and digs his claws into the solid stone. With a slight tug, he rips the a large chunk of the wall, exposing the many soldiers tucked inside.
The dragon swooping out with the chunk of wall; carries it high in the air and swings it freely down into one of the castle's center chambers, with any luck, hitting the queen.
Inside her chambers, Queen Bathilda calmly sips tea from a fine, delicate cup which she holds with just her forefinger and thumb; the walls shake around her and small stones fall from the ceiling. The queen seems unfazed.
The queen's most trusted aid, Leonel, rushes in, panicked; "You're highness! He's ripped out the wall your highness!"
Leonel notices the giant chunk of wall sticking in the ceiling; small rubble falling from where it was hurled through.
"Yes, I am well aware of this, Leonel," the queen says, exasperated; not looking up from her tea. She takes a painfully prolonged sip as Leonel waits patiently for the queen, "Is the castle secure?" She asks, without real concern.
Leonel is frantic, "Currently, your highness."
"Then?" The queen says, as if it's self explanatory. She sighs, "Continue defense measures and see to it this castle remains secure; simple, no?"
"...Ye...yes, your highness."
"Good. Leonel, join the men in the turret and see to it their defense holds."
Leonel's eyes go wide and he gulps, just barely bowing before exiting the queen's chambers.
Flying back towards the turret, Exulus inhales deeply; he dives for the men exposed from the newly torn wall.
Soldiers and archers rush into the turret from the inside the castle chambers; the gunners scramble to reset the Ballista for another shot at the dragon.
"Ready arrows!"
The archers take aim.
"Fire!"
Arrows sail into the sky with great speed but they deflect off the dragon's tough skin with ease; the creature undeterred as he dives in close to the turret and exhales with great force to shoot fire from his breathe. The flames soar straight into the exposed turret, igniting hot oil barrels which burn and burst, splashing flaming oil all over the men inside. The soldiers scream as the oil burns on their skin like acid; they writhe around in pain, burning alive and unable to put out their oil drenched bodies.
Leonel, watching his friends clutch at him as they burn to death, tears up as he runs back to the queen's chambers.
Exulus smiles wide as he flies back to his home atop the mountain; satisfied with his destruction for today. The image of human lives burning before his eyes would be one he wouldn't soon forget; the visual comforted him, excited him.
In the queen's chambers, Xavier returns with a dragged pace; his armor is burned and his hair singed near his face.
"The dragon...has retreated, your majesty."
"Good, all is well then."
Leonel is distraught but unable to express it, "We should begin repairs."
"Then do it!" The queen snaps. "Stop bothering me with the littlest of things. Can you not see I'm dealing with a dragon here?!"
"Your highness," Leonel murmurs, finding strength, "with all due respect, you've promised us you would capture Exulus and in six harvests you've still done nothing."
"You dare question me!?" The queen retorts, bringing her face inches from Leonel's, who cowers back.
"No...no, your highness."
She turns away from him immediately, "And...you'll be happy to know, my insolent little soldier boy, is that I do have a plan to capture this...monstrous beast and take care of him once and for all. His latest attack has granted me the idea."
Leonel listens intently.
"W will build a fake settlement on the North side of the slope, closest to Exulus' lair. This settlement will be an affront to Exulus' desire for control; he will not allow it to stand. But we fill the town, every building, every house, with oil so when the dragon blows his fire breath, he will set himself ablaze.
"Your highness, I think the dragon is too smart for such a ruse."
"Hmm, perhaps you're right," the queen admits. "Send a few thousand feudal slaves to the new settlement; tell they they are being granted their own portion of land to tend to as they wish; with best wishes of their queen," she says, smiling to herself.
"Your highness, these people will likely die."
"Yes. A shame."
"Your highness. This isn't right."
"You continue to question me Leonel so you must neither value your position nor your life. Now do as I command or your own family will join the feudal slaves."
"...Yes...your highness," Leonel says, defeated.
Construction of the doomed settlement began immediately. Tirelessly, servants and soldiers worked through day and night; cutting trees, carrying lumber, and stacking logs into homes, stores, and farms. With five passings of the sun, the job was finally completed and the unlucky citizens were called to dwell in this place.
On the mountain, in the dead of night, the dragon roared mightily; his fire seen over the hillside like a faraway flare.
With deliberate speed, Exulus' wings soared; breaking the calm night air around him as he sailed freely towards the dimly lit settlement, just North of the castle. He growled, he would not allow this further encroachment to stand.
Overhead, the dragon whooshes through the settlement; carrying the straw off roofs. The dwellers gasped and huddled together in their homes, awaiting the inevitable.
Exulus makes another pass, flying lower this time and slower. He stops, beating his strong wings backwards to hover over the city as he reels his head back and roars out with a stream of fire straight into one of the homes; the fire cuts through the straw roof like butter.
BOOM! An explosion sends burning oil from inside house up into the air, catching the fleshy, thin skin of the dragon's wings. He screams out in pain as his wings burn and he falls to the ground; crushing a house and several dwellers living inside.
Exulus' wings slowly but steadily burn, now drenched in more oil from the house. His entire body begins to catch fire; his tough black flesh suddenly feeling the heat of the fire all around him and spreading quickly.
The sky fills with smoke as more homes catch fire, the oil within them catching fire from the heat and leaving dwellers trapped inside. They scream as the burning oil reaches them, scorching their skin until they burn to death; their pearl white bones being the only remnants before they too disintegrate in the intense heat.
Soldiers with pikes march from the castle, approaching the dragon as his consciousness fades; his wings all but gone, only charred, withering forearms remain. The soldiers throw a net over him and drag his lifeless body to the castle.
Exulus, the dragon, is presented at the foot of the queen, who sits, proudly, on her throne.
She stared at him. She watched him wake from unconciounsness and did not for a second take her eyes off the beast; she waited a very long time for this moment.
The dragon roars, viciously, sending a strong rumble through the castle chamber walls. He tries to stand but his forearms and legs and tied together like a hog. He snapped his sharp teeth at the queen.
The queen smiles, chuckling. She stands off the throne,
she stands off the throne, she wants a better look while they do this; nice and slow...first a non magical trick, filing down his teeth flat.
they come with cutters and snip the hard tip and then file the teeth to a comfortable and luxious flat with a shine like marble - much pain, tears. begging to stop already - the queen delights in watching this, subtly touching herself. - grinding like dentist drill
alchemist! bring me the potions we discussed for this situation; it's time.
the alchemists eyes go wide with fear and excitement; and he darts off, returning quickly with various viles of different colored liquids.
he sets them down on a table near the queen and steps back, bowing with respect; the queen not even noticing, her thoughts elsewhere.
she took, with care, a bright blue colored liquid and she strolled tormentingly towards the dragon, his eyes still watery from the filing of his teeth.
the queen signaled her soldiers who came with a crank device for seperating, they wedged it intside the struggling dragon's mouth who shook and fought
the men repeatedly cranked the device until the dragon's jaw cracked with an disgusting breaking sound; tears ran from his eyes and the queen poured the blue liquid easily down the dragon's throat.
within seconds he felt the hardeneing of his mouth, his jaw, it felt cemeted; the men removed the crank device and Exulus felt unable to close his mouth, it remained open and wide, in a large O shape.
siliva dripped freely from the dragons mouth, almost like a waterful, it gushed for a time.
that'll stop eventually; we don't have a potion for that.
"what have you done to me?" - his mouth held open wide
"this is only the begining"
she takes cream and without hesitation rubs it on the gums of the dragon, it stings like alcohol but within a moment, Exulus' upper and lower jaw flatten until his newly filed teeth form an even, comfortable ring around his mouth.
she smiles and walks back to her tray of potions, she excitedly she pulls a bright purple potion and tosses it into the dragon's open mouth; within seconds he falls to the side as his body hardens into it's hogtied position, making almost a basin like shape from his mouth to his body.
soldiers, move him to my throne.
a team of sloldiers carry the heavy, immobile dragon - they are hesitant, and when they approach the dragon growls...they queen insists angrily he is harmless! do you not trust alchemy?! they move him, putting his body onto the floor with his mouth upturned open, his teeth flattened out making an even, perfect, even polished surface. It was quite a sight to behold, a sculpture or work of art.
i'm afraid the rest of these potions are more utility than actual transofmation; much less exicitng
The queen brought the tray of potions with her as she looked down the mouth of the dragon - he growled, angrily but helplessly.
this one is so you don't sleep, this is so you don't get famished,
and then the queen took a moment with a bright yellow potion - and this one...she laughed...this one will melt your insides; making it empty while still keeping you very much alive.
she is about to pour it out, the dragon's eyes stuck on her with fear and pleading
"oh, this might hurt a little..."
she pours it out without remouse and the dragon smokes from inside, he screams as his organs, everything breaks down into a soupy nothing.
Xavier, standing nearby, looks down at the ground, unable to watch the queen's wicked cruelty as the dragon's insides boil and smoke pours out from his held open mouth; forced to hear his desperate screams but unable to watch him suffer.
the dragon's mouth still smoked like a freshly fired gun as the queen admired her work, she inspected it all around.
very nice., very nice.
she yelled out to her servants while staring wided eyed and smiled at the new dragon toilet she had created, "Prepare a feast for me! - Beans, cabbage, califlour, eggs, broccoli, whatever the cooks can find, oh and spices! lots of spices!" she chuckled and retired to her bed chamber for much needed rest
the dragon's large eyes darted frantically but immobily at the front base of the toilet.