Origins-Scene 9

“If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”  ― Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

Tureg

Dragon Whispers

   Rose held Faith’s hand as Jasmine and Khulan watched close by.  Faith shook with a nervous anticipation. She watched the rugged male Dragons pay their respects to one another before the fight began.  The crowd had gathered from across the region for the annual competitions. Everyone participated in the centuries old tradition of the Mongolian Warrior. The air was full of pheromones flooding Faith’s nostrils and summoning her inner Dragon far too soon.

   The girls grew up watching the yearly festivities. Khulan lived it until now. She watched behind Rose and Faith as her desire burned in her cheeks and below her stomach. Her thighs tingled as she grew wet and restless watching the huge males warm up for battle. She was at her peak. It was her season. Her Dragon felt it, wanted it, and urged Khulan to sate her appetite.

   Khulan was not fortunate like Jasmine and Rose. Forbidden the touch of a man, Khulan would wait until Chingis chose one for her.  In the past, Khulan would know the man assigned to her by age eight. The death of her parents and loss of her nomadic life left her adrift and in the clutches of her Dragon’s desire.

   The wild beast that grew stronger in her host fought day and night to burst into the consciousness of the girls. She whispered in their dreams, clawed at their chest, and chuffed hot air from their mouths. She breathed fire in their loins and urged them to mate and to feed her.  The woman, girl, and beast held an uneasy alliance. Until one earned the trust of the other, no inner truce would hold.

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   Temür was the reigning champion. He chose his time to fight. The warrior always went first to show his bravery and to avoid letting his opponent have the luxury of time to work up to the frenzy of battle.  The two men glared at each other. Predatory eyes burned behind stony faces.  After the customary announcements and jubilant cheers from the envious crowd, the two men crashed into each other.  The sound of hammering muscle and deep grunts of herculean effort resounded in the chest of the onlookers.

   The champion’s mastery was evident right away.  Temür’s strength and cunning bullied the opponent. The crowd erupted. Shouts of supporters from both sides stirred the air in a cacophony of sound. They called for a fight. They screamed for blood.

   Temür’s opponent, bolstered by the crowd, came at his nemesis with everything he had. A foolish mistake was all the brute needed. The assailant flew in the air. The iron grip of Temür’s hands resembled meat hooks digging into flesh and cloth. The hapless male crashed to the earth. His hopes crushed by a demon whose glowing yellow eyes forced every ounce of courage to flee in panic. The fight ended.

   Rose watched Temür with fascination. No man held her captive like this warrior did. When she caught a glimpse of his eyes, Rose knew he was the blood of the Dragon like her. Rose burned with a passion she had never felt before. The courtesan’s eyes fell to the ground as she squeezed Faith’s trembling hand. The Dragon scourged her thoughts.  She knew she would never know the touch of love only the disregard of those the master sent to her to spill their seed.

   The Dragon Master missed nothing. His eyes scanned everything from behind the narrow slits of his fleshy lids.  Rose was on his mind. He watched her during the fight. The attraction and resignation didn’t go unnoticed. Chingis barked at Balad, his guard who ran to Naran to fetch her to the Master.

   A Master in her own right, Naran failed to hurry to her summons and let Balad run ahead to announce her arrival. When Naran came to the side of her man, he looked at her with eyes that spoke of respect and mischief. Naran blushed for a moment. In earlier times, that look meant he would ride her like a pony in the evening.

   “Wife, I want you to tell Rose that she and her daughters with Khulan will move soon. The days of courtesan are over. Dr. Aristov and I agree the treatments can end, and now their training must begin. She will take Temür as her Dragon. He will take Rose as his woman and the three girls as his daughters. He will take them on the path of the Warrior and help them develop trust with the Dragon.”

   “Master, you make my heart sing. I will go to them and give the news.”  

   Naran’s elation didn’t register on her face. It would be a terrible breach of public decorum to hug and kiss her husband. She’d have to save that for the evening. Months of mare’s milk and vodka had bent the steel rod of the Master’s will. She smiled as she departed. Strange, she thought. She hurried much faster with this news than she did to her man’s summons.

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30 thoughts on “Origins-Scene 9

    1. Thank you, Lauren. I’m glad you picked up on that. Expressive eyes do tell a story better than the words for me and don’t take as long to read. It’s the first thing I notice when I meet people. 😀

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    1. Thank you so much, Natasha. I was thinking I may have made it a little too Game of Thrones-ish and was trying to get back to balance on the story. There are a lot of harsh parts with regard to the treatment of the Dragon Sisters but the story is about their overcoming this harshness and the inner turmoil of Dr. Aristov’s experiment in combining a beast with humans. That sounds creepy. Maybe that’s why I like it. I just finished the rewrite of Domi’s story with Chapter 15. I skipped around on that part and reshuffled the numbers a few times but it’s done. Now the last part is to go back to Origins and finish it. That may take a while because there are at least 5 more chapters and maybe more if it needs it. There is lots of action planned. And after that it gets serious with edit time.

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            1. I shall remain optimistically aloof to any great literary foibles the editor finds. 😀 There may be some areas that do deserve improvement and that will be just fine. I had a very fine editor that did my technical publications and I often told her after she was done improving my work, I had no idea what the paper was about. We joked, but it’s important not to lose the story while making it technically sound. I’m sure my head elves will be as nervous as a long tailed cat in a rocking chair factory during the editing phase. It’s all good though. The Dragon Sisters will not be left on the cutting room floor if the Dragon Master has a vote. 😉

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        1. Ah, my thoughts too. Great minds do think alike. 😀 For those that want to read about adventure and triumph over the harsh realities of the Dragon Sisters’ world, then it might be a good read for them. In real life, the experience of harshness in life can ruin us if we let it or move us toward an indomitable spirit and ultimately wisdom. This is what I want to portray in the stories of the sisters in Return of Dragons. Hopefully, the story will achieve that. 😀

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            1. I agree completely, Natasha. If there was ever a noble pursuit it would be to live life to the fullest and experience all we can stand. Wisdom comes upon introspection of what it all meant to be there that day.

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                1. I feel that way too. In fact, seeing past the illusions to the truth is essential to realizing our greatest potential. It’s the illusions that sometimes shackle us to a way of life we think we should live instead of the life we deserve.

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    1. Bwaaaaa Haaaaaa Haaaaaaaa! Yep, storms are on the horizon. Ever since Temur searched Rose for weapons at the bosses house, she’s smitten. Those Dragons are always up to something. 🙈🙊🙉

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        1. Yes, all of the Mongolian Dragons have a long curved ceremonial sword used for special occasions. Of course, in Asian cultures there are a significant number of special occasions throughout the year. That’s a lot of sword brandishing, but they are good at it.

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  1. This chapter illustrates very well the feelings of the Dragon in the girls’ blood! I loved the showing of how they feel, and what touched me in a special way was Rose’s attraction to Temür – maybe it’s just my cup of tea hehehe. I was truly relieved to see the Dragon Master took notice of her feelings and decided to let her find happiness with the man of her choosing! Looking forward to more 🙂

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    1. Ah yes, Chingis would never say it but Naran has helped him choose wisely. The beast and the woman struggle like a split personality for control of the mind and body. Temur seems to have made the transition well and now we’ll see how the beast and the human become one. The Warrior and the Courtesan with three adopted daughters. This could get interesting. 😀

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