bakerstreet | Dragon's Bride

The Dragon's Bride

Flames, then ash. Your village will be left with little else should the dragon that plagues the countryside not get his demanded sacrifice...if you're lucky. Your good fortune turns south, the bones of your neighbors (or whatever else remains of them) litter a new charred graveyard that was once a town. So, the necessary offers must be made.

At least that's the hope. The alternative would be too awful to contemplate.

In a last-ditch effort to save those you love — or against your will, as these things tend to go with forcibly created martyrs — you have been hoisted onto the pyre, waiting for the dragon to fly off with you. What terrors race through your mind as your doom impends?

How you'll end up in a beast's belly, no doubt. Except, you must consider this: there are worst fates than being a dragon's next meal. A monster that covets you as its treasure...a new type of danger unfurls its wings. You've become a dragon's bride.

But could such an infernal creature ever learn to know honest, unselfish affection? Is it possible to be more than a "spouse?" A mere treasure?

Perhaps, you could learn to be a dragon's love.

HOW TO PLAY
✗ Comment with your character, roles ("dragon" or "bride") prefs, etc.
✗ Y'all know how this goes. Approach "dragon" as a stand-in. The monster mash could be elves, orcs, goblins, werewolves, demons, dwarves, fey, purple people eaters, what have you. Of course, actual dragon and shifters folks are welcome, too! And don't think that you have to make your boring human a boring ol' human. Consider this the monster/supernatural being/cryptid/creature AU of your dreams!
✗ Second verse, same as the first, "bride" registers as gender-neutral 'round these parts. That word choice just sounds a touch more poetic.
✗ Reply to others.

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(Definitely the Dragon.)

[ooc; bride.]

[ the bride and village sacrifice. option to have him cross-dress as a maiden to be initially deceiving ]

[Absolutely the bride. (Look, it's canon. ~~She just ends up with a different dragon this time.~~)]

[Mean ghost dragon.]

[ Either role could be fun. ]

[ Is a dragon! ]

Everyone 'knew' that a new dragon's bride would need to be offered every hundred years, and everyone 'knew' it was supposedly a fate worse than death because everyone 'knew' the dragon was a cold serpent with no affections towards either mortals or immortals. But Han Yunxi had more fondness for poisons than people so it was hardly a surprise when her own father and stepmother offered up their black-sheep daughter when the time came. Only her brother and aunt would mourn her, much less remember she had even existed.

Yunxi had actually entered the palanquin just to get away from the constant torment and neglect, only for the bearers to practically drop her and run just outside the temple entrance. Seriously? Yunxi muttered a few choice words under her breath at how BRAVE her father had paid her escort to be while exiting the palanquin on her own and feeling her way towards the entrance. Other brides may have taken the opportunity to run away, but Yunxi was obviously not going to let her supposed husband off the hook.