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Consitil looked behind himself, trying to view what that insane female was attempting. When his eyes took what was going on in, he instantly looked back around, unable to witness what Zar did to the drow corpses.
He just couldn't believe she was doing all of that! ‘Oh my God...She is insane, filthy...So disgusting! ’ He thought. Trying to figure out any motivation to stick around, ‘And here we are trying to escape, and there she is, taking a shit on a some dead drow body!’
Sure, Consitil did like the humor in it, but he felt it wasn't the right moment for it. A sigh rolled out from between his lips, while his mind put into effect, that of his bodily functions, continuing forward. A hand gripped tight around his precious necromancer staff, pulling it in at his side, not allowing for it hit the ground.
Redirecting his attention onto the dragon, hearing the beast talking, Consitil couldn’t help the smile, giving his two cents worth. , "I'm sure you would like the surface, me and you could be great companions I'm sure of it."
Then Consitil began speaking of his last companions, feelings on their death, and other such nonsense to pass the time. His chosen voice was gentle, and quite manipulative. Consitil chooses words that were rough, and full of knowledgeable fatigue, " Everyone dies . . . one day I will die many years from now, and for you thousands of years from now. We all die. I do not mourn their deaths, perhaps after so long after I get stronger in my art I will ably look into the plane of death and look into their eyes and make a pact with them. Perhaps . . . when I get stronger. But I would need help to get that much stronger. I would need a strong companion capable of helping me and growing just as strongly as I along my side in loyalty."
He looked to the dragon, knowing that being blunt with those words, he was clearly asking the dragon for his loyalty, and for the dragon to join him, to maybe even become his familiar, not just a traveling companion.
Consitil finally heard the female coming, cutting his conversation short, glancing over his shoulder back to her, "I'm happy to see that the dead did not take their displeasure over your act out on you." He smiled, then turned and looked away, then forward, waiting.
"We need to leave here now . . . the conclave is expecting me, and I do not want to be here any longer. This place will devour us if we are not quick . . . we must leave immediately."
Consitil looked to the dragon from the corner of his left eye, keeping the focus ahead. Preparing defensive thoughts of magic on his mind, always. "Can you help us Shadow Dragon? Will you help me escape?" Eyes narrowed with the need but he kept his gaze neutral, but keep his words strong, and quite respectful. For whom was dumb enough to fuck with the might and power of a dragon?
The dragon was utterly amused at what the drey did, it hardly listened to Consitil. It was eager to drop back behind Con, and slip an arm around the drey's neck, leaning in to sniff her, then blows hot breath against her neck. She found finds his breath quite odd smelling, and cringe.
Zhar got that much closer, noticing her discomfort, and being amused by it. "How does one answer a mage when they ask you to be loyal?" He was asking her what she thought of Consitil's little offer, and seemed genuinely needing her answer. Zhar too suffered in the underdark, so they occupied the same bond. A tightly woven thing, the dragon would not forget of her.
He was there to observe what Consitil did, and what Zar would do. Zhar knew that if the drey thought hard enough, she may even remember him in this very form, over the last ten years. Sure he grew a bit, just as did she, and now they were close enough to adult age to escape the drow. They had plotted in their own ways, and hers delighted the dragon, for she showed great intelligence and potential.
Zar could barely utter enough fearless composure to turn, and look into those intensely hypnotic eyes of the dragon. His grip on her shoulder, with the clawed pressure helped her obtain it. "You're a big boy, why not chose your master yourself? Me, I wouldn't choose to have him as anything that would require me to be his bitch. I enjoy being free too much." Her lack of common sense!
That beastly grin exposed itself, as he leaned in, to place his head upon Zar's shoulder, and moved to extend a leg out to kick lightly at the back of Consitil’s robes, just to get his attention. "You hear that, she thinks you want me to be a slave to you. Is that right?"
Mischievous as ever, the male knew how to play people, he wanted to test the mage's bond with his new traveling companion, while making Zar feel the possibility of encryptive competition.
Consitil chooses to listen intently, while walking forward without much thought. Concentration split between his two companions. The magics remained on his lips, eyes on the world before them, and his ears focused on the two behind him. Listening to them, he felt a fire boil within his veins. ‘That damn female was going to ruin MY plans!’
Refusing to look back at them, not even after the dragon kicked at his cloak, but he did stop moving for just a moment, to recollect himself, calm and then continued forward. "And if I say yes, that I want you as my slave? What then? What if I want you to be like the undead that I will soon be able to rise, and I want you to follow my orders and perhaps be my familiar? To be loyal to only me and bow before my will? None of it would be a lie, remember that . . . lies are useless things in the face of a beast that can smell whether I lie, or not."
Consitil smiled sadistically, "As for this . . . female bitch behind me . . . I wouldn't take her as mine if all the magic in the world would be mine." Consitil sighed out, waving his hand to dismiss that conversation. It would only get him into some serious trouble, and the pair may not choose to join him, after all.
Casting a glance behind, he made sure no one was coming before he continued, "We have no time for such friendly banter." His face twisted in a grin of malevolent horror, "I suggest we leave this underdark abyss . . . before we all end up like the female our dear companion was kind enough to give a proper, deadly farewell to." His eyes blazed, Though not in hatred or anger, but in some type of sadistic glee.
His free hand gripped into a fist for a moment, "As for you Dragon . . . my offer stands. I could use one of your powers . . . you could help me greatly, as well as I think in time, I could be just as much use to you. We are both of the dark magicks. I of the black robes you of the black scales. Do not forget my offer, in time . . . It could become a very valuable thing to you." His eyes lite up. Consitil wasn't lying, like he had said. He knew damn well that it doesn't help to lie to those that can tell when you tell the truth.
Consitil then looked to the female, "As for you . . . I need your help too. I'm not begging for it, I'm not on my knees complaining for you to come to my aid, and I'm not screaming for your help . . . I'm asking for it. I'm not so ignorant of my lack of skill in my craft to think that I can get out of here on my own . . . We all will need each others help, as we all hope to get out of here alive."
He was not lying, but in a sense he was. They could both get out of here without a thought, he would be stuck down here in this gray world only to be over run by the black skinned drow. No, he knew that he needed them, they knew it too. They just had to.
Zhar’s arm slithered away from the female’s neck, not at all enjoying the insults, that was just before he decided to bust out, in all of his amusement, and laugh. The amazing thing that occurred was that the drey laughed out too. It was as if they saw some joke Consitil failed to see. They filled many feet with echoing laughter. Loud bellowing noises that just might cause people to hear them, like oh, say some unbanded dark elves, or worse.
‘Did they care?’ it seemed they were senseless as hell then, not at all caring they invited havoc. Perhaps they were secretly into the thoughts of chaos, death bringing, and making Consitil uneasy.
After a few moments of snorting, wiping tears from their eyes, and of course that friendly hug between comrades, the dragon cleared his throat, and slipped behind the female to slap her ass once, while leaning in to rest his chin upon her shoulder, and eye Con's backside.
"A bitch she is, but you can't handle real females. That's fine . . . I need a mate! She is perrrrrrfect" With that the dragon's forked tongue flickered out, and sampled the fleshy ear's taste.
"Mhmmmmmmmm" He growled, moving to slip away from Zar, and fall in step beside Consitil.
"I will not be a slave, I will be treated with respect. Loneliness will make me friendly . . . But mage, do not insult those you wish to help you. Sure, she isn't your type, but you just admitted needing her. Not very wise. "
A hand slap was delivered into Consitil's left shoulder. "We were both slaves to the drow. We loathe them, and have cause to do what we loved to do to them. What she did back there, was nothing to what they did to either of us . . . You know nothing of torment, torture, of plague, until you are their slave . . . "
The sadness flickered in the dragons eyes, as he did the manner of had to drey, slipping in behind him, and resting his chin upon his left shoulder. Cons’ hair tickled his nose, causing him to blow over his neck, and ear. "Friends look out for each other. Help out . . . " A hand lifted rubbing the length of Con's spine with a clawed appendage.
"They don't betray the other . . . " Downward the claw went, digging in so he would feel him, but not at all hurt. "I can make you great . . . If you give me the same . . . " The tongue flicked out, and sampled Con's left cheek.
"Mhmmm, you're tasty too, elf.” Nuzzling the neck, he purred.
The drey watched with an amused look, yet constantly watched all of their backs, for the drow were cunning little whores, and knew how to devise a plot, and divert shadows. "Aw, I think he likes you . . . " She snickered.
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