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Now on with the story. This document is the first of what Moon
Dragon hopes will be a series of tales that follow the adventures
of a were-dragon known as Sealoque (pronounced "shah-LOCK")
Bloodstone as he searches the land to find and defeat the evil
druid Blakfyre. The druid may have been responsible for the death
of the dragon's parents, and only Sealoque can thwart the druids
plans for world domination and the enslavement of humanity. And
thus we begin...

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{ASSM} Sealoque01 {Moon Dragon} (furry viol MF oral magic f-solo
1st-Ff) "Sealoque: The Beginning" Copyright Moon Dragon 2002

Our story opens high on a rooftop in a bustling city. The sun has
gone down, but the night air is still sultry and hot. The city
never sleeps, and the noise from the traffic far below is only a
subtle drone, with the heated air rising from the streets
carrying with it the oily smell of hot metal and gasoline fumes.
The roof top is empty save for a few sleeping pigeons, but those
are suddenly disturbed as the rooftop access door is kicked open
from within.

Two men dressed in black pull a woman out onto the roof and slam
the door behind them. The girl appears to be in her early
twenties, and is obviously not here of her own free will. She is
wearing a tattered blue evening gown with one of her satin shoes
missing, her short pixie cut red hair is mussed, and blood
trickles from a cut lip; but she is yet unbroken. She twists free
of her attackers and solidly knees one of them in the groin
before dashing back towards the door, but as the man doubles over
he grasps her ankle and she falls headlong onto the roof. The
fallen man pulls a pistol from beneath his expensive suede jacket
and jams it beneath her chin, ending her struggles abruptly...

...Neila ceased her scrambling and allowed the other man to raise
her off the roof and put her on her feet. Her palms were scraped
bloody by her fall, but she clenched her hands into fists and
remained silent.

"That wasn't very nice, bitch," growled the man she had kicked,
"The boss told us to come up here and toss you off the roof, but
there ain't no reason why I can't teach you some manners first."

Her eyes widened in horror as Neila watched the man hand his gun
to his leering companion and begin to unbuckle his belt. When his
dark jeans had been unfastened, the man came toward her and
grabbed her shoulders to force her back down to the roof. He
knotted a handful of her gown in his fist and gave a sharp jerk,
tearing the back buttons apart and baring her tits. Her nipples
stiffened as an evening breeze blew across them, and her ravisher
grinned lecherously.

"See that, Mack? The bitch wants it," Then he gave her a venomous
look, as he finished, "But if she moves, blow her brains out."

Suddenly a cold howl split the night air, and Mack glanced over
the edge of the building to find its source. Finding nothing
below, he looked upward just in time to see a huge bat-like
silhouette pass across the full moon. Another wail of rage echoed
off of the adjacent buildings, and Mack instinctively ducked
behind a ventilation shaft, scarcely avoiding a withering cloud
of blistering flame that singed the crushed stone rooftop where
he'd just been standing.

"It's a dragon," he screamed, "Jesus Christ, Solly, it's a
fucking dragon."

"Shut up, you moron," Solly spat, "There's no such thing as
drag..."

Solly turned around to glare at Mack just in time to see the dark
green scales between the creatures claws reaching toward him. His
denial turned quickly to a screech of pain and terror as the
dragon snatched him off of Neila's body and soared high out over
the edge of the building. It pulled a tight tuck and roll, and
headed back toward the roof once again, and Solly twisted his
head around to look at the creature that held him captive. Rows
of razor sharp teeth were revealed as the creatures mouth opened,
and the thug only had time for an instant of panic as he saw the
creatures eyes gleam with malicious glee. He screamed in terror
but it was too late. Before they reached the roof, the dragon
opened its claws and Solly continued forward for a moment,
carried by inertia, before gravity took over and he dropped just
enough to slam with a sickening crunch into the concrete side of
the building. He bounced away from the wall and his flailing body
plummeted down toward an alley, eighty-seven stories below.

Amidst a shower of stones, the dragon skidded to a halt on the
rooftop and glared with crimson eyes at Mack, who was still
cowering behind the one of the buildings ventilation shafts.
Neila was still laid headlong upon the roof, about halfway
between himself and the dragon, and Mack noticed that she was
looking tenderly at the creature with no fear in her at all. So
apparently she knew the thing. It had rescued her from Solly, so
it obviously cared about her well being, and maybe he could turn
that to his advantage.

The dragon growled at Mack and pointed one claw at the access
door. Was it telling him to leave? Was it letting him go? Or was
it merely trying to get him to turn away so it could attack from
behind? Mack refused to be taken by surprise the way poor Solly
had been; no, he'd make the beast play it his way or no way at
all. He didn't know if the thing would understand if he talked to
it, but he'd make his message clear just the same.

"Make one move and she dies," he said as he edged toward the
door. He kept his eyes on the dragon the whole time, and just to
make sure it got the picture he raised the pistol that Solly had
given him and leveled it at the girl. He had only a heartbeat to
realize his mistake as the dragon filled its lungs; then he
howled in agony as he was caught up in a surge of flame that was
hot enough to turn steel beams into molten slag.

The dragon ignored the charred carcass as it fell in a
smouldering heap, and softly padded toward where Neila still lay
looking at him. He was vaguely human in shape, but his neck was
somewhat too long, and his limbs were slightly out of proportion.
This gave his huge body something of a apelike gait as he
shuffled to the womans side, with a thorned spade tail dragging
behind him and his massive wings billowing in the breeze. He
sniffed her from head to toe, grumbling softly as he smelled the
blood on her hands, and looked at her with one raised eyebrow.

"I'm okay," she said with a sexy Irish accent, "But I guess using
myself as bait wasn't such a hot idea?"

The dragon snorted as he crouched beside her.

"Yes, I know," Neila said, "Ye told me that before I even left
the manor, but I knew ye'd protect me. By the way, I love ye."

Then the dragon spoke, and it was as if gravel dumped from a
truck had been given a voice.

"I love you too," he rumbled, "But if they hadn't brought you to
the roof things could have been different. It was only your scent
on the wind that brought me to you in time."

"I couldn't bear the thought of losing ye," she whispered, "I
guess ye feel the same way about me too."

"I do," he said, and his voice echoed through her bones, "But
fear not, for soon we shall finish this business, you and I."

They hadn't found the druid Blakfyre yet, but they would. His
trail was getting warmer and warmer all the time, and when they
caught him Sealoque Bloodstone would bring him to his end. This
quest had gone on far too long, and they both tired of spending
their days chasing a shadow of a man who always managed to elude
them at the last moment. It was time and past time to bring the
druid to justice and Sealoque hungered for that day as a starving
man hungered for a succulent feast that was just beyond his
grasp.

Sealoque was brought out of his reverie by the feel of a warm
hand upon his shoulder, and his eyes focused to see Neila gazing
at him. When he stood at his full height the woman just came past
his navel, but crouched as he was she was able to look him in the
eye.

"I'm glad ye arrived when ye did," she said with a mischievous
smile, "For I'm certain that Solly was about to do awful things
to me."

"Is that so?"

"Oh indeed it is," she declared wide-eyed, "In fact I'll show ye
how horribly he mistreated my new gown. Who knows what else he
would have done. I was ever so very frightened."

True to her word Neila sat upright, making no effort to cover
herself, and the tattered remains of the gowns bodice pooled
about her waist. It had been reduced to rags that would never
again conceal her braless 36C tits. She shivered slightly and
gave a sexy pout. Her bottom lip quivered for just a moment, but
the giant lizard knew crocodile tears when he saw them. She saw
immediately that he wasn't buying the rescued damsel act, so she
switched gears.

"Come here my brave warrior," she whispered, "So that I may thank
ye properly for rescuing me from a horrid fate at the hands of
those two ruffians."

At the insistent pressure of Neila's hands on his shoulders,
Sealoque allowed himself to be pushed over onto his back. His
massive wings spread themselves out across the rooftop,
fluttering gently as Neila climbed astride of his body. She gave
a soft murmur of contentment as her hands roamed over the
dragon's warm pebble scaled leather hide. The few lingering
scraps of her gown served her no further purpose, so she ripped
the last remnants away and cast them aside, baring the rest of
her delectable body. Long athletic legs wrapped around the
dragon's hulking physique, and full hips narrowed into her
slender waist which flared upwards to support her generous chest.

With the last of her gown torn away, Neila's modesty was
protected only by a broad ribbon of blue silk and lace held in
position by the light chain that encircled her hips. Sealoque
raised his massive hands to her heaving tits and lightly scraped
his sharp talons over her nipples making her gasp in delight. She
leaned forward as the dragon's long pointed tongue snaked out to
lick her nipples while his hands slid down her back to cup her
smooth firm ass. She whimpered in anticipation as he lifted her
off of his waist and moved her up to his chest. As she moved
closer he could see that a damp spot had become noticeable in the
center of the blue silk panties. She rested her legs across his
chest and placed one foot on either side of his neck, then
reached down to untie the blue silk thong that held the ends of
the chain together in the back. She promptly removed the azure
undergarment and casually discarded it with the remains of her
gown. Neila delivered a sexy wink as she spread her thighs
allowing Sealoque to see the neatly trimmed russet bush that
framed her wet pussy.

Sealoque's tongue lightly tickled her inner thigh, slowly moving
closer to her center, but she moaned in frustration when it
skipped over her hot slit and danced teasingly along her other
leg. Just as she was about to burst from her unreleased
excitement she felt his warm wet tongue slither its way up from
her ass to her clit in one long stroke. She let her thighs fall
further apart and groaned in ecstacy as he lapped up the wetness
that dripped from her, and was pleased that he enjoyed her taste.
She was unable to stop her hips from rocking up and down in time
with the strokes of his tongue, and she panted like an animal in
heat when he thrust his tongue all the way inside of her eager
pussy. A dragon's tongue is much longer than a humans and
Sealoque was able to reach deep into her wet cunt and touch areas
that no human male could.

"Ooh yeah baby," she breathed, "I love when ye do that. Ooh sweet
Jesus, yes right there. Don't stop!"

Neila jerked her hips as the tongue as thick as three of her
fingers thrusted in and out of her slick pussy. She was close to
the edge, and when the dragon's tongue pulled out of her
trembling cunt to make tiny circles around her clit she nearly
went all the way over. She had always been impressed by her clit,
when she was aroused it peeked out of its hood and swelled as big
as the end of her thumb. She hadn't ever seen another womans
pussy to compare it to, but she understood that hers was slightly
larger than average. Regardless of its size it was now the target
of a relentless attack as Sealoque beat a steady rhythm with his
tongue.

"Mmmm! Ooh yeah," she moaned, "I want ye to make me cum baby. I'm
almost there. Do it baby, do it for me. Make me... Ungh, ungh!
Aaaaaaaaah!"

As her pussy began to spasm wildly, Neila wailed out her climax
and her thighs locked around the dragons face, with her hips
jerking out of control until her orgasm subsided. Her ragged
breathing slowly returned to normal leaving her face flushed, and
her whole body covered in a sheen of sweat. She collapsed
backward onto Sealoque's body and rested for a moment, then sat
up once more wearing a devilish grin across her face.

"That was great," she said, "Now ye just relax and let me play."

Neila rolled over so that her pussy hovered over the dragon's
chest, and her own face was level with his hips. Between his legs
was a small opening in his pebbled hide that would have gone
unnoticed by all save the most intimate observer. It was through
this aperture in his tough skin that Neila gently slid her
fingers, reaching for the cock that she yearned for. She could
feel his member hardening within his body and her fingers were
immediately coated with the dragon's precum. In just a few
moments more the tip of his cock emerged from hiding, and soon
the rest of his throbbing arousal made itself known. The dragon's
cock was almost eleven inches in length, just over two inches in
its diameter, and the head was practically as large as her whole
fist, but Neila's skill was borne of practice.

Sealoque growled softly as Neila carefully slipped the head of
his cock into her mouth to avoid scraping him with her teeth,
then began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, taking a
little more of him with each stroke. His cock was brushing along
her soft tongue with every slide and he could feel his excitement
steadily mounting but Neila exercised control, not working him
too fast. Only when Sealoque's breathing was coming in ragged
wheezing rumbles did she decide to push him over the top. Tipping
her head as far back as her current position would allow, she
relaxed her muscles and swallowed the head of his cock down her
throat until only a handful of his cock was left outside her
mouth. The dragon snarled in pleasure, amazed as always that
Neila was physically capable of such a startling act of capacity.
His amazement was soon forgotten, however, as the sensation of
her tongue sliding up and down his shaft and his cock fucking in
and out of her throat became overwhelming.

Neila squealed around his shaft as she felt Sealoque grasp her
hips and deeply shove his tongue back into her pussy. He thrust
his tongue roughly in and out of her hot slit in time with her
strokes up and down his cock and soon both of them were nearing
the point of no return. Neila let loose a sound as near a wail as
she could make with her mouth full and her pussy began squeezing
his tongue in rhythmic contractions. At the same time Sealoque
bellowed softly against her cunt and she buried his cock as
deeply as she could in her mouth while he shot his hot cum down
her throat.

Pulling his somewhat softened cock from her mouth, Neila turned
around to gaze at the dragon. !Sealoque rested his horned head on
the rooftop and waited for his breathing to come back to its
regular measure, then prepared to get to his feet and depart
before more of Blakfyre's lackeys came marching up the stairs,
but Neila was having none of it.

"Oh no ye don't," she said, caressing his slightly subdued cock,
"I know ye have more in ye than that."

Even while he was thinking that in this case discretion might be
the better part of valor, Sealoque felt himself stir back to life
at Neila's touch, and in moments she was stroking a raging
erection. Cooing in victory, she about faced her position and
raised herself over the dragon's loins, lodging the head of his
cock against her dripping pussy. Neila rotated her hips to work
the crown of his shaft into her wet slit and once it was planted
within her began slowly to sink her body onto it.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, "Ungh! It's so big. Do ye like that
baby?"

Sealoque watched her pussy lips wrap themselves around his shaft
and grunted in response. The sight of her tiny wet slit
stretching to accommodate his cock would always be a turn on. The
dragon growled as she impaled herself on his column of flesh; she
gasped at every inch, and was soon sitting on his hips with his
entire length embedded in her velvet cunt.

Neila paused for a moment to allow her body to adjust, then began
a steady rise and fall on the dragon's cock. Lifting herself
slowly until only the head remained inside, she then plunged down
to take it all with each stroke, fucking herself on the powerful
shaft with abandon. After only a few thrusts she had increased
her pace and was uttering a little squeak each time the big cock
bottomed out in her pussy.

"Oh yeah, give it to me. Sweet Jesus yes! Ungh! Ungh!" she
moaned, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna... Ooh! Ooh! I'm cumming, ooh.
Aaaaaaaaah!"

Neila's pussy began to spasm out of control as waves of orgasm
washed over her body. The contracting muscles within were milking
the dragon's cock, bringing him closer and closer to his own
release. Neila rode out climax after climax, driving herself ever
harder onto Sealoque's rigid member with each spasm until he
could control himself no longer. He grasped her hips and drove
his shaft to the hilt into her rippling cunt with a growl of
animal ecstacy, making her wail in pleasure as his thick cum
filled her pussy to overflowing.

"That's what I call a thank you," Sealoque rumbled.

"I suppose ye could say that," Neila replied with a wink, "Now
I'll let ye take me home. But first..."

Before there was time for protest Neila got to her feet, sliding
the dragon's cock out of her slit, then went down on him once
more. Only after she had sucked and licked away the last traces
of his cum and her juices did she release him, allowing his shaft
to withdraw into his aperture. A wet trail of his syrupy cum was
slowly trickling down her thigh, so she caught it up on her
fingers and swallowed that as well before she permitted him to
stand.

"Do you have any idea how nasty you are?" Sealoque asked with a
grin.

"And ye love it," she said as she picked up her panties.

Without another word Sealoque swept her off her feet and leapt
into the air. The wind cooled her fevered skin as the dragon
carried her naked body through the night skies with the full moon
shining brightly overhead. After about ten minutes of flying they
landed softly in the backyard of a modest two-story Victorian in
a quiet neighborhood overlooking most of the city. The dragon set
Neila on her feet and when he was sure she was steady he released
her, turned his face up to the full moon and closed his eyes. His
outline began to blur, shift and shrink, followed by sounds of
popping joints and cracking bone. Neila watched his dark green
scales lose their edges and meld together as their color wavered
to a lighter shade of green and then to a light tan color. She
had seen him do this before, so she wasn't afraid, but from the
grunts and whimpers that he made she could always tell how much
it hurt him.

Finally his outline solidified again, and where the dragon had
been moments before now stood a young man of about nineteen years
with a red cast to his shoulder length hair. He stood about five
foot eleven with the slender but steadfast body of an energetic
athlete, and his dark brown eyes blinked as he shook his head to
clear the cobwebs. He reached up into a light shade and took down
a key with which he opened the manor's back door, then waved for
Neila to precede him into the waiting warmth of the large
Victorian home. As he passed through the door the overhead light
revealed a strange marking behind his left shoulder. The shape of
a shield with two bat-like wings encircled by Celtic runes.

Once inside he took down a thick terrycloth robe from a hook by
the door and swept it about Neila's still naked body, ignoring
his own nudity in favor of giving her the emotional security that
comes with all terrycloth. The two quickly walked into the den
and each picked up a telephone and dialed a number. Neila began
speaking after about two rings, and the youth waited only three
rings more before being answered.

"Father?" Neila began, "I've bad news." "No father, I'm alright,"
she continued, "But Blakfyre escaped." "I did as I told ye," she
said, "But two of his men captured me." "Kilian came for me,
father. He was magnificent." "Blakfyre's men hadn't a chance. I
didn't believe the runes when first ye read them to me, but now I
do." "Ye spoke true, father. He really is the Guardian." "We will
find him. Will ye tell the others I fared well?" Neila asked, "I
do not wish them to worry more than necessary. Blessed be,
father." Click.

"Kilian here," said the youth, "The druid got away." "Neila went
in undercover," Kilian explained. "No, she didn't get near him.
The druid picked up on her a mile away. He set an ambush for her,
but I guess he didn't tell his men about me." "He's dealt with me
before, but he's never seen Neila. How were we supposed to know
that he could smell a druidess?" "Yeah, two of them. One down in
the alley, and the slightly crispy one that we left on the
rooftop." "He had a gun on her, man," Kilian stated. "Okay, see
you in a bit." Click.

Kilian turned to see Neila gazing out the window with a worried
look. He went behind her a wrapped his arms around her waist. For
a while they stood silently gazing out at the moon, each lost in
the others embrace, but Kilian turned Neila around to face him
and asked her what was the matter.

"Blakfyre detected me," she said with her Irish lilt, "Only the
strongest of us can sense one another so easily. We can seek each
other out, but most of us cannot feel the presence of another
druid or druidess without conscious effort. Ye must be cautious,
Kilian my love. I fear that he has grown too powerful to be
stopped."

"I promise that I'll be cautious, my beloved," Kilian replied,
"I'll cautiously shove my foot up his ass, before I tear off his
ugly head."

"Kilian!"

"Alright, love," he agreed, "I'll be careful, I promise. Anyway,
I'm going up to get dressed, and you should do the same. Agent
Boone is on his way over. He wants to hear our side of things
before someone gets around to reporting the two dead bodies back
in the city."

Kilian followed Neila up the stairs, and they each took a turn
showering while waiting for Boone to appear. Just after they had
both finished dressing the doorbell softly chimed a Celtic reel
to announce the arrival of their guest, and Neila went back
downstairs to let him in. Kilian walked down after her just in
time to greet a man in his upper forties with a gold badge on his
belt and a semiautomatic pistol holstered on his left hip. He was
accompanied by a pretty young girl of about seventeen with her
blonde hair in two long braids and thick glasses perched on her
slightly upturned nose. Her loose t-shirt swelled over full
breasts that outsized Neila's by two full cup sizes, but her
shapeless blue jeans revealed nothing about the rest of her
figure. She glanced shyly at both Kilian and Neila before
lowering her gaze to avoid attracting notice.

"Hello O'Shaunessey," Boone said with half a glare towards
Kilian, then, "I am truly sorry to have to disturb you folks at
such a late hour, but good evening to you in any case, Miss
O'Braedy."

"Sweet saints of Eire, Matt," Neila replied with a disapproving
frown, "How many times have I told ye about this foolish 'Miss
O'Braedy' nonsense. Every time I hear ye call me that I look
around to see if my mother walked in. It's Neila to ye, as it
always has been and well ye know it."

"Sorry Miss O'Br... Neila," he grinned, "It's just that I'm not
on a first name basis with many pretty young women, and it throws
me a little."

"Speaking of pretty young women," Neila smiled, "Who's this fine
lass here hiding behind ye as though she were afraid of us."

"This is my one and only daughter," Boone answered with a look of
pride on his face, "Kristina, meet Mr O'Shaunessey and Miss
O'Braedy. They're the ones I was telling you about in the car."

Kilian grinned as Neila shook her head in frustration. Matthias
Boone was an old dog who had no intention of learning new tricks,
and thinking he was now going to roll over or fetch the newspaper
was an exercise in futility. There weren't nearly enough lawmen
like Agent Boone though; Blakfyre would have far less thugs at
his command if Boone's were easier to come by. For that reason
alone the druid wanted him dead.

Boone was a man who wholeheartedly did his job to get the job
done and didn't much care how it looked on his record later. He
wasn't afraid to take risks and he stepped on any toes necessary
to see justice done, but that wasn't why Blakfyre hated him. Matt
Boone couldn't be bought. Period. Offers of money or power if he
helped the druid succeed, or if he just looked the other way once
in a while, only pissed him off.

Blakfyre despised anyone he couldn't control, and an honest
lawman was nothing but an obstacle to be swept aside. Boone had
been assigned to the Organized Crime Unit of the Federal Bureau
of Investigations over a decade ago, and since then he had spent
a great deal of time following the doings of a national gang of
Syndicate types known only as the Stone Circle.

Just seven years following his switch to the O.C. unit, Boone had
busted Kilian O'Shaunessey coming out of the fourth floor window
of a high tech consulting company. Kilian had been engaged in a
little freelance industrial espionage, and at sixteen he was
lithe enough to slide through most security systems and find
access to a vault or an office where an adult would have been
unable to pass. He did a year in juvenile for attempted theft and
was surprised to be released on parole to the care of Matthias
Boone. Since then Boone had appointed himself as Kilian's mentor
in morality. He was one of only two other people who were present
when Kilian first became the were-dragon Sealoque Bloodstone that
the druids called the Guardian. Neila was the other.

"O'Shaunessey," Boone said, "I've got a question to ask you."

"Anything Matt," Kilian said as Boone took him by the arm and
dragged him out of earshot.

"I'm worried about Kristina here," the agent confessed, "Blakfyre
hasn't identified you. Sealoque doesn't have any other identity
that he knows about. My service record, on the other hand, is a
matter of public record. If the druid can't scare me off directly
would he try to get at me through her?"

Kilian nodded with a frown.

"He's more than capable of it," he replied, "Why? Anything
happened that you've somehow overlooked mentioning?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Nothing my ass, Matt," Kilian said, "If there's something you're
not telling me, I want to know, preferably before it kills you."

"Well, like I said," Boone replied after a pause, "I don't think
it's anything, but last night Kristina and me found some damage
done to the car. One of the headlights was broken and the
windshield was cracked. I'd think it was some punk kids that did
it, except for the paint."

"What paint?"

"There was some kind of picture spray painted on the hood.
Writing like those runes on your tattoo and a star with a torch
between each of the points. It was a little weird but..."

"What color was the star?" Kilian interrupted.

"Why?" Boone asked, "Is that important?"

"What color was it? Answer me."

"Something dark I think."

"Don't 'think' damn it. Be sure. What color?"

"Well the car's right outside, so we can check if you like," said
Boone, "What difference does it make anyway?"

"The star and the torches. It's a wheel of fire," Kilian said,
"Neila can explain it better than I can."

Before Boone could stop him Kilian was out the door and heading
towards the sedan that had once been white but was now a dirty
gray with apparent spots of rust for decoration. Boone spoke to
Neila while watching Kilian through the window. When he mentioned
the wheel of fire, Neila whitened and her hands began to tremble.
She had been talking to Kristina while the men had their
conversation, but she halted their chat and asked the young girl
to go into the kitchen and put on the kettle.

"The star," Neila asked when the girl had gone, "What color was
it?"

"I'm getting a lot of that lately," Boone grimaced, "Kilian is
checking now. What difference does the color make anyway?"

"The wheel of fire is a druidic symbol," Neila explained, "It can
actually mean many things, but the color of the star is used to
signify it's intention. Green means ye are under the protection
of whoever etched the sign, amber means ye are being watched, and
blue is a warning of impending danger."

"Well none of those sound so bad."

"None of those are bad," Neila agreed, "but other colors may be
less pleasant. If the star is red it means someone intends to do
ye harm, usually not fatal, but black is the worst. A black wheel
of fire is the death sign. If ye receive the black wheel ye have
been marked for destruction, ye and all that ye own."

"What do you mean by all that I own?"

"In the old days it meant just that," Neila whispered, "Livestock
and pets, home and property... and kin."

Now it was Boone's turn to visibly pale. His face whitened and
Neila could see that the big tough lawman was fighting back tears
of fear and rage. Home and hearth meant very little to him, for
those things could be replaced, but his daughter was all that he
had left in the world. His wife had passed away from some
illness, Neila knew, when the lass was just a child, and Boone
had no other family.

Just at that moment Kristina returned from the kitchen and saw
her fathers white face. She didn't ask what was wrong because she
knew from long experience that he wouldn't tell her anyway, but
she hugged her father and whispered that everything would be
okay. It was a heartfelt reassurance but the agent had been
dealing with Stone Circle too long to believe that. Threats made
against his own person were a part of his job, and those he would
tolerate. Threats against his daughter he certainly would not.

Before he could say anything in response Kilian returned. He
glanced at Neila and gave an almost imperceptible shake of his
head, and that look was all that Boone needed to see. The star
was black. He raised an eyebrow at Kilian, indicated his
daughter, and the youth nodded the answer to an unasked question.

"Kristina, sweety," he said, "I have to go out of town for a few
days. Would you mind staying here with Miss O'Braedy and Mr
O'Shaunessey for a while until I get back? It shouldn't take too
long."

"Daddy, I'm seventeen," the girl pouted, "I can look after
myself."

"I know you can," Boone assured her, "And I know I worry about
you way more than I really need to, but would you stay just for a
couple of days if only to make me feel better?"

The girl agreed, and without any further ado Boone gave her a
kiss on the cheek and made for the door.

"Thank you, O'Shaunessey," he called over his shoulder, "And
Kristina you be sure and mind what Miss O'Braedy tells you."

Then he was gone. With the starting of the car and a squealing of
tires, the law man set off to make some things right. Kilian knew
that he had no intention of going out of town, but he had to make
sure that Kristina was in a safe place while he arranged for her
to disappear for a few weeks. As an agent of the FBI he could
makeit happen, but it might take time. Boone would tell his
daughter everything about the nights events and the meaning of
the wheel when the time came for her to leave, but for now he
thought it best that she be kept out of the line of fire, both
emotionally and physically, until the plans were set in motion.

After the law man was gone, the party of three made it's way out
into the kitchen for a cup of tea before going up to bed. Few
words were spoken at first but it was clear that the girl was
quite worried about her father. He was only secretive when
something was wrong and tonight he hadn't said more than two
words together until they had arrived here. He had, however, told
her some pretty wild stories in the past. She had always
dismissed the silliest of these as a loving father trying to be
funny for his little girl, but now she was no longer convinced.

Kristina was a bookish girl, and quite well read, so she knew
Celtic runes when she saw them. She had absolutely no idea what
they meant, but even seeing them at all was like something out of
one of her fathers stories. In fact she recalled him saying that
a friend of his had some runes on a tattoo. He said his friend
could... No, it wasn't possible. Surely that part of the story
couldn't be true. Even if it was, who was to say that these were
the same people? But then daddy had always said that he turned to
his friend whenever he was in trouble, and she had never seen her
father act more like there was trouble brewing than he was acting
now.

"Miss O'Braedy," she said, "Can I ask you for some advise."

"Ye certainly may," came the reply, "But only if ye promise never
again to call me that. As I've told that father ye have so many
times, my name is Neila."

"Okay then, Neila it is," the girl smiled, "Anyway, I've been
thinking of getting a tattoo, and I'm not sure if my father would
react well to the idea."

"Daddy's little girl wants a tattoo," Kilian winked at Neila,
"Isn't that cute."

"Cute isn't what I was going for," Kristina said, "But I don't
want anything big or obscene. Just something simple would be
nice. Like a little butterfly here on my ankle, or perhaps a
unicorn. Do you think that would be okay?"

"Well, have ye spoken to him about it?" Neila asked, "Have ye
ever heard him say anything to convince ye he was against the
idea?"

"No not really," Kristina admitted, "But I'm afraid he'll think
that just because I want a tattoo I'll want to join a gang or
something too."

"Nonsense," Neila said, "Ye know he's smarter than that. He knows
that a person needn't be bad to have a tattoo. Good people can
have them as well."

"That's what I think," Kristina said, "But I don't know anybody
who has one. Do you happen to have any tattoos? If you do I'm
sure my dad will agree."

"I don't," said Neila, "But Kilian does."

"Neila!"

"Oh hush, Kilian," Neila chided, "Show the child."

Kilian unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his left arm out of the
sleeve to show the girl his tattoo. At least that's what he kept
telling people it was. In fact it wasn't really anything that
could be called a tattoo at all, it was a birthmark. It was by
far more intricate than it had a right to be, but he had been
born with it nonetheless. As he lifted his shirt away from his
shoulder, Kristina could see the circle of runes around the
winged shield, and she knew that her father's stories hadn't been
stories at all.

"I was right, it IS you," she breathed, "You're the were-dragon."

There fell a sudden silence, broken only by the bubbling of the
tea kettle. Kristina waited for the sound of the pin drop, but
although it was not forthcoming, she felt that she had just
dropped bomb a much larger than any pin. The silence hung for
another moment, then Kilian sent Neila an 'I told you so' glance
and buttoned his shirt again.

"Ye aren't supposed to know about that lass," Neila said finally,
"What else has your father told ye?"

"He said that Mr O'Shaunessey could turn himself into a dragon,"
Kristina said in awe, "Well he didn't tell me your name, but he
did mention the tattoo. Did he tell the truth? Can you really
turn into a dragon?"

"I think I'm going to have a chat with your father, young lady,"
Kilian said, "But I don't suppose there's any use in denying it
now. I'm sure you wouldn't believe a word I said anyway."

Then he closed his eyes and raised his face to the moonlight
coming through the window, and for a moment his hands sprouted
wicked looking talons and his skin became a leathery coat of
green scales, then Kristina blinked and it was all gone.

"There isn't room in here to complete the change," said Kilian,
"If I tried I'd hit my head on the ceiling, but I think you get
the point anyway."

"Yeah, I think I do," she said, "Does that mean that all the rest
is true too? Is there really an evil wizard who's trying to take
over the world, and a whole team of good wizards who are trying
to stop him?"

"Boone has a big mouth," Neila said, "But yes, it's all true. The
evil man is called Blakfyre, and the wizards are called druids. I
know because I happen to be one of them. Blakfyre is one as well,
but he has twisted our ways more than ye can know and made them
evil. Do ye have any other questions?"

"I don't think so," Kristina replied, "Normally I'd think this
would freak me out a little, but you know it actually makes me
feel a lot better. With people like you watching his back, I'm
sure my dad's going to be fine. I mean, if a dragon can't help
him, who can, right?"

"You got it," Kilian agreed solemnly, "Nobody can do the job
better than I can."

He didn't bother to add that he wasn't sure if anybody could do
the job, himself included. The girl was looking for reassurance,
not more fear, and she didn't need his worries about Blakfyre's
power to add to her own.

"In any case," Neila said with a yawn, "I think it's way past my
bedtime. Come with me lass and I'll show ye to the guest room."

Kristina only realized at that moment how exhausted she was, and
sleep seemed like both a fantastic idea and a forgotten luxury.
It was amazing how one night could stretch out to seem like a
lifetime, but as exhausted as she was, she still wasn't sure she
could sleep. She had too much fresh information flying around in
her head, and too much old information suddenly made new. Rest
wouldn't come easily tonight, but she decided to follow Neila up
the stairs to the guest bed room regardless. Even if she couldn't
sleep right away, she hadn't any right to keep her hosts awake
because of her own uneasiness.

Neila led her to an upstairs room where a beautiful four poster
bed dominated the spacious area. Luxurious curtains hung over the
bay windows and the suite was warmly brightened by orange shaded
wall sconce lights. A thick plush rug was spread over the floor
and Kristina couldn't wait to sink into the stack of pillows that
the bed was buried beneath. Neila left her to settle in and
returned downstairs to where Kilian was waiting in the kitchen.

"That poor lass," she said, "Do ye have any idea what she'll do
if something happens to her father? She'll come apart at the
seams, that's what."

"Maybe," Kilian answered, "But Matt is a tough old dog. Now that
he doesn't have to look over his shoulder for her as well as
himself, he'll come out alright."

"I hope it's the truth," Neila sighed, "Wouldn't ye hate to be
the one to tell the lass that Blakfyre killed her father."

"No worries, love," Kilian said with a reassuring grin, "Old Matt
Boone is too stubborn to die. Blakfyre's lackeys don't have what
it takes to top a man like that one. He's been dealing with their
sort way too long for that."

"If it were only the lackeys I'd agree with ye," said Neila,
"Blakfyre himself is another matter."

Kilian had no answer for that one, so they sat in silence until
they had both finished their tea, and then they went upstairs to
bed. Their own bedroom was only just up the hall from the one
Neila had led Kristina toward, and as they passed by outside her
door, Neila decided to check in on the girl a little later to
make sure she was sleeping okay. She and Kilian entered their own
room, which also included a vast four poster in elegant mahogany.
A thick red velvet drapery surrounded the bed between the
bedposts and a matching rug with matching curtains adorned the
floor and the windows. The walls were faux stone and the wall
sconces were designed to resemble actual torch light, even though
they were electric. The rest of their home was middle class and
modern but those who rested within the dragons lair slept in
luxury.

Neila dimmed the lights as Kilian walked into the en suite master
bath and brushed his teeth. He then undressed and got into bed,
waiting while she changed into a short cotton nightdress and took
her turn in the bath as well. She then crawled under the covers
and snuggled next to him. Just as they were both becoming more
comfortable, Neila thought about what Kristina lying in the next
room must be going through, and endured another wave of anxiety.

"Did ye remember to lock the door after Matt left?" she asked.

"Damn," came the mumbled reply, "I don't think I did."

"I'll get it then, love," she offered, "Ye stay here."

Neila climbed out of bed and was followed immediately by soft
snoring as she left the room to bolt the front entrance. She
tiptoed down the stairs and turned the deadbolt, then she quietly
tiptoed back up the steps once more. As she neared the top of the
staircase, however, she noticed a muted radiance emanating softly
from beneath Kristina's bedroom door. If the girl had only fallen
asleep with a light on she didn't wish to waken her by opening
the door, but Neila feared that Kristina had been unable to sleep
and had left the light on intentionally. She had planned to check
on the girl afterward in any case, and she knew of a way to do so
without opening the door at all.

She placed her palm on the door and softly muttered a druidic
enchantment. In a few moments her eyes glazed and a picture
appeared before her of the inside of the room. The ability to see
the unseen was useful when trying to locate someone, but the
clairvoyance also made solid objects no barrier to sight. As she
secretly looked into the room, Neila gasped in surprise. Kristina
certainly wasn't sleeping.

Normally the young girl appeared to be quite shy, and was
probably described as a nerd by her classmates. Kristina probably
never even stood up for her rights when bullied by her peers at
school, but now that she was alone in her bed she seemed to know
exactly what she wanted quite clearly. She had stripped to her
t-shirt and sheer white panties, removing her glasses and setting
them aside as well, and even as Neila watched in surprise the
girl was slowly pulling off her top with her left hand revealing
a matching bra while her right was gently caressing the inside of
her thigh. She dropped the t-shirt onto the floor and began to
gently pinch her nipples through her bra, making them harder and
quite visible through the thin fabric.

A tiny voice in Neila's head whispered that she should return to
her room and leave the girl to her privacy, but her curiosity won
out over her guilt and she remained rooted exactly where she was.

Getting herself off had always helped her sleep, so Kristina
deftly unfastened the catch in the front of her bra, blissfully
unaware of any watchful eyes, and cupped her hands over her soft
ivory tits. She wet the tips of her fingers and traced them
around her nipples, cooing quietly in delight as the sensitive
buds came completely to attention. She easily lifted one of her
yielding tits to her full  lips, sucking the nipple into her
mouth while continuing to fondle its twin. She switched to the
other one and gave it the same treatment and by the time she
released it, both nipples were standing at full attention.

While she had been kneading her tits a pleasant tingling had
commenced between her legs, and a damp patch had formed on the
sheer white fabric. She reached down and slipped one hand into
her panties and Neila could clearly see the outline of her hand
as it began to caress her pussy. Kristina closed her eyes with a
little moan of enjoyment and spread her legs a little farther to
have better access to her quivering snatch. She worked her
fingers up and down her slit until she decided that her panties
were only in the way. Her soft tits swayed as she pulled the
sheer material down to her ankles and kicked it away, then parted
her thighs and looked at the mirror on the back of the door.

Thinking herself caught, Neila gasped as the girl looked right at
her, then calmed when she realized that the girl was only
watching her own reflection in the looking glass. Her moment of
guilt was forgotten, however, when she glanced between the young
girls legs. Kristina's pussy was shaven completely bare, and the
sight of her wet naked cunt was extremely erotic. Neila was truly
shocked by her reaction to the seventeen year old. She had never
been aroused by another woman, and she wouldn't even think of
approaching a woman sexually, but a throbbing had begun in her
own snatch nonetheless.

Too distracted to hear the gasp of surprise outside of her door,
Kristina continued fondling her slick pussy, moaning softly each
time her fingertips bumped over her clit. Going to sleep was
disregarded for the moment, and only the desire to cum filled her
mind. With two fingers of her left hand Kristina opened her pussy
lips to gaze in the mirror at her dripping hole, the she teased
herself by inserting just the tip of one finger into herself. She
stirred her fingertip in tiny circles around her opening, crying
for more but not giving in to her own hunger.

The scent of her arousal filled the room with a musky fragrance
and her hips began to rock up and down on the bed as she brought
herself higher and higher. Just as she felt the first tiny
fluttering of an orgasm building within her, she surrendered all
resistance and plunged two fingers as deep as she could into her
pussy. She began to thrust her fingers madly in and out of her
naked cunt, and fucked herself with abandon until her orgasm
began to build on her, then she stopped. She panted in
frustration but would not resume until the wave of approaching
ecstacy receded.

Only when her pussy lips stopped twitching around her fingers did
she withdraw them and lean over the side of her bed to retrieve
her purse. There was an ache between her legs that demanded
attention but she ignored it while she rummaged in her hand bag
and brought out a small tube of lubricant. She opened the tube
and applied a generous amount to the middle finger of her left
hand, then dropped the tube back in her purse. After she was
lying flat on her back, Kristina spread her legs as far as she
could and restarted her play. She inserted one finger of her
right hand into her snatch, followed by a second and finally a
third. She glanced at the mirror and cooed when she saw her pussy
lips wrapped around her fingers, then she reached down past her
pussy with her left hand. She lightly stroked the tiny puckered
ring, then gently pushed. She groaned as the tip of her
lubricated finger penetrated her tight asshole, and slowly thrust
the rest of it in until it was as deep as it could go.

Neila stood wide eyed in wonder. A bald pussy was something that
she could accept, and was even a little turned on by, but this
was something she had never heard of before. Why would anyone do
such a thing? Yet, she did seem to be enjoying herself though.

Sliding her finger in and out of her asshole was beginning to
bring her back towards a powerful orgasm, so Kristina decided not
to play any longer. She badly needed release, and this was the
way to get it. With three fingers fucking her bald snatch and one
stroking into her tight ass, she let the pressure build, but she
wouldn't release it until she was ready. Although she tried to
remain as silent as she could, she was unable to stop a few
whispered moans.

"Oh yeah," she sighed, "Ungh, that's so good."

Kristina's finger pushed back and forth into her ass, but Neila's
eyes were always drawn back to the girls naked pussy. She
couldn't hear the girls moans, but her own clit was aching by now
anyway, and there was a little trickle running down her leg in
evidence of her arousal.

"Ungh, fuck," Kristina whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

Suddenly Kristina was quite audible, although muffled, even
through the door.

"Ooh yeah, just a little more" the girl wailed as she fucked
herself faster, "Here it comes. I'm gonna... Ungh, ungh!
Aaaaaaaaah!"

Her whole body began to thrash, and her pussy and asshole spasmed
around her fingers. She shivered in ecstacy as her snatch pulsed
in waves, and every little twitch sent a new thrill through her
body. Bright colors danced before her eyes and her big tits
heaved as she groaned and gasped for air.

When the tremors had subsided, Kristina cleaned herself up,
turned out her bedside lamp and rolled onto her side. She quickly
drifted into sleep with one hand still between her legs, lightly
caressing her smooth pussy.

Letting the door fade back to it's normal state, Neila walked
back up the hall to her own room, with her snatch making little
squishing sounds with each step. As she entered the room she saw
that Kilian was still sleeping soundly and after the trying night
that they had just had she had no wish to wake him anyway. She
walked into their en suite, only turning on the light after she
had quietly closed the door. The show that she had just watched
had made her hotter than she would have believed any woman could,
and she too needed relief. She wasted no time in stripping off
her cotton nightdress and her panties, and spent a moment
brushing her fingers through her damp red bush. She wanted to
shave it the way Kristina had, but she couldn't trust herself
with a razor that close to such a sensitive area.

Instead she climbed into the bathtub and took down the shower
head. She turned on the water and, after adjusting the
temperature and pressure, sat on the edge of the tub and aimed
the pulsating spray between her legs. A low groan escaped her as
the water played over her dripping snatch. She opened her pussy
lips with one hand so that her thick clit was exposed to the
water directly, and she was already so horny that after only a
few moments she was cumming hard.

When her own trembling had subsided she turned off the water and
dried herself off, moaning as she dragged the towel over her
pussy, and got dressed again. She quietly turned off the light
and opened the door, then climbed back into bed next to Kilian
without waking him and without him being any the wiser.

Soon she drifted off to sleep and dreamt pleasant dreams about
sexy dragons and hairless pussies. She had no idea that in the
room just down the hall Kristina was dreaming about her pretty
hostess.

The next morning Kilian, having awakened before either of the
women, left the house and went into his garage. A low slung
street bike covered by a tarp rested within, and he quickly
pulled the tarp away and slung one leg over the seat. With one
smooth stomp he kicked the engine into life and roared out to the
drive and entered the traffic. The engine growled as he traveled
downtown to one of the worst neighborhoods he knew and approached
a sleazy disreputable bar known as the Jackals Den. It was
frequented by all manner of thugs and cutthroats, from the
cheapest hired muscle to high priced syndicate hit men. Several
of Blakfyre's own lackeys were known to be regulars.

Even though it was before nine in the morning the Jackals Den was
open for business, and a handful of its regular clientele had
already staked out their booths and bar stools. Several of the
men eyed Kilian through the greasy windows as he parked his bike
and walked inside. As soon as he entered he caught the smell of
stale smoke that oozed from every surface and the clack and
clatter of the balls on the pool table echoing off of the low
ceiling. Most of the patrons flinched every time they heard the
sound of a far off police siren and each time one of the sirens
wailed a few hands darted inside jackets and toward waistbands
for guns or other weapons. This was a very nervous crowd in a
place where violence could erupt unexpectedly at any moment.

Ignoring the watching eyes, Kilian walked to the bar and asked
for a beer. While he waited for the bartender to pour his drink
he surreptitiously scanned the patrons looking for any familiar
face. Finally he caught sight of a skinny looking punk with a
scar across one eye and wearing a cheap leather jacket. Without
any word of introduction he paid for his beer and sat down at the
punks table.

"Do I know you, asshole?" the punk sneered.

"No you don't," the youth replied as he took a sip of his beer.

"Well since I ain't looking for a new drinking buddy," snarled
the punk, "You can get the fuck away from me."

"Now that wasn't very polite, dumb ass," Kilian said as he calmly
brushed his long hair out of his eyes, "I just wanted to ask you
a few questions."

"You got balls man," the punk replied, "But I suggest that you
get lost before I have to seriously fuck you up."

"Listen, jerk off," Kilian said after taking another swallow of
his beer, "On my worst day I could break you in half with one
hand. So I'd advise you to be just a little bit more cooperative
if you know what's good for you. Like I said, I just want a few
answers."

"I got your answers right here, you long haired faggot," the punk
leered as he grabbed his crotch, "And all you gotta do is ask the
right questions."

Kilian shook his head in disgust.

"Fine, be that way," he said, "I guess I'll have to ask someone
else."

Without another word, Kilian picked up his beer and finished it
off, and walked out of the bar. He climbed unhurriedly onto his
bike and watched his rear view mirror as he rode slowly down the
street. As he had expected, he soon had company. The punk that he
had spoken to ran out of the Jackals Den with two of his buddies
in tow and got into a four wheel drive pickup.

Kilian grinned to himself. He had laid the bait and three rats
had wandered right into the trap. Sometimes they just made it too
easy, but that was their problem not his. If they were dumb
enough to fall for a sucker play, who was he to argue?

The three lowlifes didn't seem anxious to force a confrontation
in this part of town where there might be witnesses, so Kilian
obliged them by pretending not to know that he was being followed
and heading for the outskirts of town. Once outside of city
limits he intended to make like the Pied Piper and lead the rats
right where he wanted them. Then he could proceed to question
them at his leisure without fear of being interrupted.

Gunning the street bikes engine, he set off on a leisurely route
out through the industrial section of the city, with warehouses
and factories rolling by on either side of the way. The farther
he rode the more sparse the traffic became, and the three hoods
in the four wheel drive trailed along behind him as if tied to
his back tire, holding a discrete distance all the way.

Finally the parade of two passed beyond the last inhabited areas,
and Kilian turned up a side road leading out of the city
altogether and into the mountains. Soon after the asphalt was
replaced by hard packed gravel and groves of trees took the place
of glass and concrete, Kilian increased his speed and pulled
slightly ahead of his pursuers but the lead was short lived. The
street bike started to shake a little as it traveled over terrain
it hadn't really been designed for; the four wheel drive was at
home in the outback however, and quickly gained back the lost
ground.

Kilian pulled a hard left and sent the bike careening down a side
trail. Clouds of dust were thrown up high as the pickup overshot
the narrow path and the driver slammed on the brakes and put the
vehicle into reverse, only to realize that the beaten track
wasn't wide enough for the four wheel drive to enter. The earthy
scents of leaves and soil hung in the air as the three men jumped
out of the truck and followed on foot. The original punk from the
bar led the way, and his two friends came behind more slowly.
They were better dressed than the first man had been, and seemed
to be proceeding with more caution. The first punk had charged on
ahead and had begun yelling back for his friends to catch up.

Soon all three men stood in a clearing and could easily see that
the path had come to an end. The abandoned street bike was lying
down on its side in the dirt with the wheels still spinning, the
long haired guy that they had been chasing was nowhere to be
seen, and the punk in the leather jacket was bawling orders at
the other two men as if he thought they really gave a damn.

From his perch in a tree about twenty feet away, Kilian
reassessed the situation. He had planned on easily overpowering a
few punks like the one that had chased him out of the bar, but
these two weren't of that category. They weren't actually of any
category that the first punk would normally associate with. In
fact these two put Kilian in mind of Mack and Solly, the two
syndicate types who had abducted Neila from the party last night.
Blakfyre always kept a close company of those men as his
lieutenants in the Stone Circle. Only a select few of them knew
what he really was, and even fewer were aware of his true plans.

These men were definitely not Blakfyre's low end lackeys, but
Kilian still wasn't worried. Even when prepared and at their
best, the druids syndicate men were little or no match for
Sealoque, and they would meet the dragon shortly. Kilian lifted
his face to the sky and allowed the Change to overtake him. His
skin became a coat of scales and talons grew from his fingers.
Crunching and cracking noises surrounded him as his bones and
joints shifted to a new shape, and amidst the noises Kilian began
to grow as the skin over his shoulders split to unfurl two
massive leathery bat like wings. His spinal column lengthened
outside of his body until it was almost double his original
height and a spade opened at the end of his muscular tail.

The three searching men were alerted to his presence in the tree
top by the sounds of breaking bones, but before they could react,
a loud snap came from the same tree and a huge green shape
dropped to the ground. The branch that had easily held Kilian
aloft had no chance against a five hundred pound dragon. It
promptly splintered under him, and Sealoque plummeted downward to
the loamy earth below. He landed on his feet with feline grace,
but the ground still shook from the force of the dragons weight.
At the moment of impact Sealoque's crimson eyes locked gazes with
the youth from the bar and in those last instants of his life the
punk was shown his own death.

"Oh shit," the punk yelled, but it was too late.

Sealoque intended to question this one and find out how much he
knew about Blakfyre and his whereabouts, as he had been at the
party last night. Neila had been doing her undercover work quite
well, talking it up with several of the druids minions, including
Mack and Solly, when this punk came in and pulled them both
aside. A few whispered words sent Neila's plans awry, and the
druidess soon found herself on a rooftop with the two men, at
least one of whom intended to rape her before killing her.
Sealoque reasoned that the punk had in fact been passing on a
message from Blakfyre, ergo ab factum he had to have spoken to
Blakfyre himself not long before. He wasn't above using some not
so gentle persuasion to sway the punk into telling him everything
he knew, and he wasn't about to let two syndicate henchmen stop
him.

The dragon pounced like a leopard on the hunt and pinned the thug
to the ground with one long talon pierced through his leather
jacket.

"You almost got a pretty lady killed, punk," he growled, "Now
it's your turn."

"I didn't do nothing, I swear," the punk stammered, "Leave me
alone."