>>5618755>18 for SeductionShe sighs happily, wiggling slightly at the thought. At some point, the two of you found yourselves seated upon a small, perhaps somewhat UNDERSIZED sort of seat intended for PRECISELY two people; with your size and anatomy, the Princess of Hawksong is almost in your lap. You rather wish she was, but her easy proximity to you belies some success, you feel—she doesn’t regard you with any sexual interest, but you often catch her staring at your face, your scales, your claws or tail, your hair. She seems to regard you as, if you had to guess, a beautiful and strange sort of animal, if not yet a ‘man’ in the sense you’d prefer.
You tell her—veiled, without specifics—of what you’ve seen of this world’s wonders—the Bloodrise and its more ‘mundane’ but no less lush and populace woodlands, of the underdark’s strange and terrible beasts and the peculiar insectile and arachnid pets of the Drow, of their crystals and crude-but-spirited patchwork cloth-craft, of their massive and black oasis.
“Though Hawksssong,” you admit, “may be the mosst wondrousss of all… The fieldsss without, the ssoundsss and ssightsss and peoplesss within… And the occeaan, by the GODS! I think everyone should sseee these thingsss… Be ALLOWED to.”
“Yes,” Ekaterine readily agrees.
“But your people, and your ‘godsss’, deny mine these thingsss.”
>15 for ReligionEkaterine pauses, uncertain how to reply.
“Your, ah, people… They killed and enslaved thousands, millions. You don’t deny this, do you?”
“My race isss not EVIL,” you insist. “We do what we mussst… In the apssst, we did what the Dragon Kingsss dictated, waging war and committing terrible actsss asss any fighting forcce might in sssuch dire timesss.”
Ekaterine frowns.
“Did you great ancessstor, the Paladin king, not do the sssame to my people, to render usss sso few?” you point out. “Both our racesss committed were guilty of great crimesss, by your logic… But the Sssilverwood, the sssea… They belong only to you. Only my people ssuffer.”
“That… Is rather unfair, yes.”
You feel your heart lift, warm. You’re getting somewhere! She isn’t just comfortable with you—she UDNERSTANDS you!
“Are we not due our Age of Sscalesss… Our Age of Dragonsss?” you press.
The Princess frowns again, and narrows her eyes. You hesitate. Have you said too much?
“What,” she asks pointedly, “does that look like, for the rest of us?”
