RP: Trish'd

Summary: Ameno is staying at his camp near the Fengoth waiting the Razurath to welcome him into there valley, but ends up meeting Trish who invites him to stay with him in cenril.

RP

Ameno began his morning typically has he always did since he was now having to work as an ambassador from the guild to the red tribe of the Razurath. His camp site he had set up Along the Fengoth river in Venturil. Which consisted of little more than a tent, a campfire, a iron skillet, and a cloths line. He had been snuggled up under a mess of furs only a short while ago and now reluctantly but still tired from the night prior, traveling here an setting up the camp, had risen. He wore nothing when he slept, but that soon changed when he approached his cloths line and removed his dark blue pants from the line and putting them on. At this point his tail had returned to its original length making the draconian look more complete since his features were about as anthropomorphic dragon has they could get. Where his back that morning was lacking the scars that had whipped into him, Ameno returned from his tent pulling out the shed scales and skin he had been able to lose two nights prior. His skin was leathery and smooth again with only thin black lines representing the scar where he had taken a knife wound to his lung, and the many scars on his back from Kreekitaka whipping. The local area was rich with fruits thanks to Venturil's heat and moisture, so he picked himself a pineapple, and cut some parsley, retrieving a bulb of garlic and the remains of a rabbit he had hanged the day prior. Putting the skillet on coals of the fire, he looked around his surroundings, to the north the river flowed west until it went off then falls, and further north on the opposing bank was a cave which had a large stone rolled in front of it. The entrance to Razurath caves which led to the down and west of the falls. An area he was yet to explore as Syr'ia one of the Razurath healers who stabilized him, had not been able to get some one to help her remove the stone. To the west the forest and then the sheer fall near the falls which vanished into clouds of mist, as far the eye could see to the horizon. And to the south was more trees up to some cliffs with wildlife prey and predators lurking. To the east was a less dense forest that led to one of the burgs of Venturil. Ameno using a knife cut pieces of rabbit haunch, wondered would she come today or tomorrow. "*sigh*" the 6' draconian sighed.

Trishtar would appear in the area, having been flying high in this new location for quite some time this day, and spied a curious sight. The Draconian would certainly be the very first sign of intelligent life that the Dragon had seen, and this of course prompted further investigation. As he landed behind the male, it would soon be clear that this...being, was certainly not normal. On his head was a sparkling, spiked neon pink hairstyle, large Avian wings that would extend nearly to a seventeen foot wingspan, long slender tail that swung behind him in curiosity, and then there were his eyes. They were sapphire blue, and slitted just like a snake's. When he spoke now, however, his voice would certainly be one of the most melodious octaves that anyone could have ever hoped to hear. It was haunting, it was smooth, it -sounded- almost silver, not literally but the tone was simply just that pure. His features were somewhat on the feminine side but he was still able to be classified as handsome instead of pretty. With a short bow, he would approach now. "Greetings there...Tell me, just how far away am I from Cenril...? I was just simply passing through, and the thought struck me, you see."

Ameno's back was to him at the time so he did not see, but he answered. "Your about as far as one could be from Cenril, your in the jungles of Venturil, west of here lies the great beyond the falls, and south west of here lies Chartsend the farthest settlement of the land.

Trishtar frowned at that, but would give off a shrug as he sat down on the ground with his legs crossed. "I've always heard of Chartsend, never been there. Honestly, I use to only stay in the Sage area long ago, but now i mainly reside in Cenril, or Rynvale. still though, it means I must have made good time as I have only been in the air for about an hour." A chuckle here is given as he pulls a sandwich out of a pouch he was carrying. "You want half of this? It's corned beef and cheese, might be a bit before you are finished cooking if you just started. It smells nice though!" he would compliment with a grin, and as he was still rather embarrassed that he had caught the male in the nude (while he was still in the air), before Ameno had put his pants on.

Ameno turned to face the voice. Only to have his eyes widen in a slight surprise. "Sorry wow, dang, um, dragon correct?" He asked. "Uh no thanks this food is almost ready." He studied the features but found his eyes hurt, he need a more simple thing to look at, before warming up to the complexity.

Trishtar would let a smirk play across his features as he seemed to understand just what the Draconian needed. "That's right...a Dragon. Means I can pretty much change a few things here and there. If you like, I can easily show you one hell of a trick." With that, the wings, and tail wound shrink into him. Chest would grow slightly, hips would widen, and that pink hair would drop to flow around his shoulders...well...-her- shoulders, as the male had effectively changed what gender he was as this was not his true form. The eyes remained the same though. Voice a bit lighter now, and features certainly more fair, Trishtar would ask "Well..? Pretty impressive huh." If one thing could be said about this dragon, he loved to show off.

Ameno was surprised as he watched the figure shape-shift, he just wondered how far the being could change, it was already beginning to take on an attractive form, "Very impressive," he said walking around the figure, already a little jealous, that he could change shape, "The most I know is a small party trick."

Trishtar eyed the Draconion with a smirk and stood to 'her' full height of around 6'6. "Party trick...you say? Well I certainly like those types of surprises...Tell you what. You show me what you can do, and if you like, should I deem you capable enough, I will -teach- you how to shift as I do. Well, as much as I can anyways." Eyes would lock onto the male with a steely gaze, though there was definite kindness in those Sapphire orbs as the slits grew more narrow. "And in case you are wondering..." In a moment of quick thinking perhaps, albeit not the best of judgement, Trish would drop 'her' clothes and reveal that yes...everything had changed, before putting the clothes back where they belonged. "Just to show you I mean business, is all."

Ameno had to cover his eyes following that, he had not expected that. Until "she"had put her clothes back on. "Its just a small party trick nothing to amazing." He said fetching a melon from the nearby jungle. He held it out in front of his mouth, waiting to see if "she" was ready, for him to show her.

Trishtar would nod 'her' head and motion for him to carry on with the trick. The worst thing you could do, is bore a Dragon.It had to be said though, Trishtar was very curious about what Ameno was about to do with this melon. Was he going to eat it whole? Was he going to shoot his tongue straight through it? The possibilities seemed endless, and Trish watched with anticipation.

Ameno started by tossing the melon into his mouth swallowing it whole, but as it was in his neck he stopped it with his hand and held his breath and the flesh inflated until it became translucent revealing the melon, removing his hand from his neck, it moved down into his stomach, only for the bulge to reappear in his tail moving up toward the tip before thrusting out with some force allowing him to catch it, which strangely enough seemed to be absent of any moisture from being inside him. "See its not much." he said.

Trishtar would still applaud the male with a raised eyebrow. "I have to say that is certainly a wonderful trick. I can easily assure you that I have never seen that done before, and I have been around for a very long time...." Here, Trish would actually smile, flashing her pearly whites in gratitude for something new. "I'd ask how that is even possible but...A good showman never reveals their secrets." With that, a bite of the sandwich would be taken and a soft purr would be given off as the Dragon seemed to enjoy it. "Forgive my lack of manners...but my name is Trishtar....Trishtar Ravine."

Ameno made an effort to smile. "Ameno Drannoht." he said saying his name, "and um i honestly don't know how i do it." as he said this he move his tail to the edge of the melon and the opening at the end of it seemed to engulf the melon like a snake until it pulled it up into the tail and back into his stomach area. He watched her, him, Trish, and offered a plate of hot rabbit meat mixed with pineapple and garlic, and parsley.

Trishtar was caught off guard by the tail eating the melon, and said surprisingly "Be honest. How handy -is- that tail of yours?" Regardless, the dragon would take the plate, and look down at his chest. "These are gonna have to go...They always get in the damn way." would be muttered, before the chest vanished back to how it had used to be, the only thing that remained changed at this point. Taking a bite he would purr once more in enthusiasm. "Well, Sire Ameno Drannoht. It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, and this food is exquisite! The use of the pineapple? It's inspired. You have quite the talent I see."

Ameno shrugged "I make do with what I have." he said with some humility. If one recognized the scars one might conclude that he had had once wings, and the scar near his lung would indicate he may have lost his breath power. "To be honest the tail i rarely use in public, most people look at me funny, I mean, I was once able to use to pick somone up by engulfing them up to their neck in it. but I rarely use it."

Trishtar felt a flush come to his face for a moment before noticing those scars, and a stab of pain would come to his own heart as he looked down sad. "I know what it feels like to be looked at funny Ameno, trust me on that." a few moments of silence goes by as he looks around, and then makes up his mind. "I will make you a deal. Since it seems you used to have wings, and no doubt that scar on your chest may indicate that something is -also- wrong with your breath weapon, If you allow me, I will fix those for you. The condition is this, and I am afraid it must be a decision made now as I have very little time. If your home is here, I will understand, but I would like you to consider living with me in Cenril, at least until you heal from the operation. That is the only thing I ask, simply so I can keep an eye on you to make sure you heal well."

Ameno sat and thought about that for a second, but then he made up his mind, "I think I can take some time off, yes I'll go with you, but i will need to leave a message for the Razurath, and where they can contact me."

Trishtar gives a nod of satisfaction. "The cove above the beach is where you will find my cave, in Cenril. Make whatever preparations you need, and I will see you then." With that, the wings would sprout, a kiss to Ameno's cheek given, before flying off.