Day 027: He Gets Her Name
This girl was still with fright. She could not move now that the dragon had her in his grips. He brought his snout within inches of her face. He smelled her breath as she panted in fear. It was a musky sweet smell. She had been eating berries of some sort. He moved down her body and snorted when he took in a deep whiff of the wet spot below her waist. He turned his head for a moment, then raised his nostrils back to her chest. She was definitely a young woman. She smelled of pheromones, mostly covered by the scent of fear. He nuzzled her neck a moment then backed off a bit.
“What is your name girl?” He said with authority. She didn’t say anything. She just looked at him with her blue eyes, pupils nearly fully dilated. “I said… What is your Name girl!?”
She forced the stuttering words. “M…m…my…n…name’s…N…N…Nnyn.”
“Very good Nnyn. As I said before… My name is Athvor and I am not here to hurt you.” He made sure she had her footing, then he let her wrists go. She steps back a bit then looks at the dragon a little more closely. She looks into his eyes. She could see it. He was a Child of STEEL… sort of. There was something in him, something pure. She knew it and he was the one who was going to save her from this mess.
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Athvor by
Robert T Gasperson is licensed under a
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