Disclaimer: Nyra is property of me! Maune is property of my friend Evan and used with his permission. The
place ideas and settings (in a very general way) are the property of Materia Magica.

Arthur's Note: This tale was added here as a way to show that my writing skills have improved(barely) over
the years I've been seemingly absent from FF.N and that I can write the occasional interesting tidbit... At
least its interesting to me. :P

Dedicated to Evan-chan, for what might have been.

Encounter
By Daphni Dragon

Hardly a glance was given to the hallway mirror as young Nyra raced through the hall on the way to the
door. Her long black hair streaming behind her from the wind of her passing as she ran barefoot out the door
and into the crisp evening air. A long whip-like tail caught the door handle and jerked the door closed
behind her a moment before she took off once more, an excited look on her semi-humanoid face as she
dashes off into the waning light.

Nyra is a dragon girl, her body covered from head to tail in tiny scales lying like dime sized crimson pearls
on her body, soft and hard at the same time. She isn't that tall, being just barely over five feet in height and
she has a nice eleven foot wingspan. Her feet are like that of a dragon, highly arched and tipped with talons
on toes and heels. Her legs are muscular, allowing her to leap powerfully into the air for flying. She has a
trim waist and, despite the fact that she is only thirteen years of age in human standards, she had a fully
developed bust attesting to her adulthood. The dragon girl's face has a short muzzle filled with sharp teeth.
Small horns adorn her brow ridges, framing her violet eyes with a draconian flair. Her fingers, like her toes,
are tipped with razor sharp talons.

The soft folds of a loose, gauzy gown rather like that worn in mythic Greece, caress her bare legs with each
step closer to her destination, talons clicking softly on the cobblestone streets within her hometown. The
gown is a dark blue shade interwoven with shimmering strands which sparkled in the fading light. Around
her ankles she wears matching silver anklets, molded to look like silver tongues of flames curling over the
tops of her feet at one end, around her ankles and halfway up her calves at the other. Her upper arms sport
matching silver flames and a simple silver band is around her left ring finger. She wears nothing on her
delicate ears which were almost Elven in shape, but also like fins. Nestled among the soft waves of obsidian
locks atop her head is a delicately wrought silver circlet inset with sapphires.

The sun had nearly completed setting by the time she reaches the gates of the town and manages to slip
through the shadows past the guards. Leaving the town at night was not forbidden, she just doesn't want
anyone to know her errand as she tiptoes away from the ring of fires lit by the night watch guards and into
the forest just as the last of the sun's rays touch the day.

Pausing just long enough to scent the wind and find a direction mark scratched onto a tree, the young
dragon girl grins broadly and sets out at a swift pace into the forest.

Not long after the sun had set, the first of the world's two moons rose full, casting a pale light on the
world. The moonlight caused the girl's scales to sparkle in a way not many get a chance to see, since she
rarely wears anything less than full armor on her form. Her pace slows, knowing that she'll soon be upon her
destination and she doesn't want to arrive out of breath. A smile plays across her muzzle as she reaches up
to brush her shining hair out with her talons.

Another half hour brings the dragon girl to a small clearing deep in the forest as the second moon rose,
combining its quarter of light to the smaller moon's full. As always, when both moons are shining, the girl's
scales sparkle brilliantly with the hidden opalescence which never shows itself in any other light.

She looks around the clearing, her gaze swiftly taking in the emptiness of it, save for a small spring which
bubbles slightly in its center. She kneels, placing her hand in the spring and drawing it up, her fingers
covered in blood; a blood spring. Yes, this is the right place. Nyra lowers her muzzle and takes a drink of the
warm blood bubbling up from the ground. No one knew just where the blood from such springs originated,
but those who fed off of blood were grateful.

The dragon girl rose, twitching her ears as she waits expectantly. Her muscles taut as she becomes a
bundle of giddy, nervous energy. Thus it was hardly a surprise when she couldn't help but shout out her
surprise as a feline shape suddenly tackles her to the ground!

A surprised snarl starts in Nyra's throat as she's tackled. She twists around in her attacker's grasp and the
snarl dies in her throat, replaced with a delighted sound as she finds herself looking into the darkened
yellow eyes with cherry red slitted pupils of her lover, Maune. Nyra wraps her arms around the attacking
feline and pulls her in for a deep kiss.

Maune is perfect within the dragon girl's eyes; a fey who's chosen form was that of a female nekojin.
Maune has a lithe body which some describe as gangly and is covered from the tip of her long fuzzy tail to
the tips of her ears in blue spotted, silky white fur. She is currently wearing a black tunic with a thin black
leather strap and a single black hematite earring. The fey feline has a short, cute muzzle adorned with black
whiskers. Her sleek tail is swaying like a feline on the prowl and from the look in her glowing eyes as they
kiss, she has caught her prey....

They hold the kiss for an eternity, or a pleasant slice of one at least, and finally break it, looking deeply
into each other's eyes. Nyra's eyes shine with a love, the faint light making them seem black. Maune's eyes
glow with a harmony rarely seen and Nyra knows instantly that Maune is all purpose tonight, not fighting
with her natural instincts trying to be good. Nyra is in for an interesting night.

Nyra opened her mouth to say something but all she got out was, "Mau..." before the feline silences her
with a kiss. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of the mildly abrasive feline tongue against her own. A
low growl almost like a purr comes from the dragon girl as she slides her fingers thru her lover's fur, pulling
her close until their bodies were separated by nothing more than their clothing...

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I'm sorry to leave this story hanging, but the inspiration (AKA the love) faded. The characters haven't
seen eachother in ages though the players are still good friends. :)

Perhaps one day I'll be able to finish it...