Timidly, Orihime peeked around her shield to see the giant hole blown in the back cavern wall. It led to yet another room, where she could hear something large moving around with giant, angry footsteps. Even worse, it felt like an oven back there; she could hear and feel the stir of the air as something seemed to be moving it back and forth, as though breathing or using a bellows. Even so, she poked her head around the crumbling rock to look into the chamber beyond.
It was amazing. Even though there was fire all along the walls, casting an orange glow around the room, she could clearly see mounds and mounds of sparkling gold, silver, platinum, and all kinds of gems. There was every kind of weapon piled along the walls, suits of beautiful armor (all for men, she noted with some disappointment), gold cups and plates, and even a few beautiful statues of gods and goddesses she didn't recognize. And finally, there was an angry red fire-breathing dragon coiling and uncoiling in the middle of the room, staring Orihime down with an angry glare.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, noticing the dragon at last, "Umm, is this your cave? Eh heh, I didn't realize anyone lived here! I'm sorry, I'll just be go--"
"What the hell are you doing in my cave?" the dragon breathed, causing Orihime's hair to singe on the tips a little. She held the newly-split ends up with her fingers and looked sadly at them; that'd take a few hair care spells to repair. She looked back up at the dragon, whose narrowed golden eyes were glowering down at her, and pouted a little.
"Well, I-I was looking for treasure, but I'm really just a priestess for the cat goddess Lady Yoruichi, so I mostly only know how to heal and do support spells, so..."
As she stammered out her explanation, the dragon propped his long snout up on one of his taloned hands to boredly listen to her. He even yawned, his hot breath hitting Orihime in another heated blast and silencing her.
"Umm, I'll... just be going, then," Orihime said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head with one hand. She moved timidly back the way she came, hoping the dragon didn't blast her back towards the entrance of the cave.
"O-Oi!" the dragon protested as she started to move, "How the hell are you just going to leave? You just got here! You come in here, make a lot of noise, make a mess, and then you aren't you even going to fight? Damn, what kind of adventurer are you?" He removed the clawed foot from his jaw and pounded it against the floor, causing several pieces of gold to shake loose from their piles and clatter to the ground. Orihime felt sweat trickle down her back from the heat and her own nerves.
"I'm not really a fighter," she explained shyly, "And my party's all back at the inn. They were tired and didn't want to explore out here, and really, I should be going back now..."
She turned her back to the dragon, still looking at him over her shoulder as she tried to creep back the way she came. Irritated, the dragon snorted at her, singeing her hair again and making her squeal.
"Nuh uh, no way," the dragon said, reaching for her, "You're going to get your friends or the villagers and tell them about my horde here. Then I'll be annoyed by treasure hunters forever!" He stretched one long claw towards her back, meaning to turn her around...
...and grabbed the back of her bikini top instead.
It was amazing. Even though there was fire all along the walls, casting an orange glow around the room, she could clearly see mounds and mounds of sparkling gold, silver, platinum, and all kinds of gems. There was every kind of weapon piled along the walls, suits of beautiful armor (all for men, she noted with some disappointment), gold cups and plates, and even a few beautiful statues of gods and goddesses she didn't recognize. And finally, there was an angry red fire-breathing dragon coiling and uncoiling in the middle of the room, staring Orihime down with an angry glare.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, noticing the dragon at last, "Umm, is this your cave? Eh heh, I didn't realize anyone lived here! I'm sorry, I'll just be go--"
"What the hell are you doing in my cave?" the dragon breathed, causing Orihime's hair to singe on the tips a little. She held the newly-split ends up with her fingers and looked sadly at them; that'd take a few hair care spells to repair. She looked back up at the dragon, whose narrowed golden eyes were glowering down at her, and pouted a little.
"Well, I-I was looking for treasure, but I'm really just a priestess for the cat goddess Lady Yoruichi, so I mostly only know how to heal and do support spells, so..."
As she stammered out her explanation, the dragon propped his long snout up on one of his taloned hands to boredly listen to her. He even yawned, his hot breath hitting Orihime in another heated blast and silencing her.
"Umm, I'll... just be going, then," Orihime said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head with one hand. She moved timidly back the way she came, hoping the dragon didn't blast her back towards the entrance of the cave.
"O-Oi!" the dragon protested as she started to move, "How the hell are you just going to leave? You just got here! You come in here, make a lot of noise, make a mess, and then you aren't you even going to fight? Damn, what kind of adventurer are you?" He removed the clawed foot from his jaw and pounded it against the floor, causing several pieces of gold to shake loose from their piles and clatter to the ground. Orihime felt sweat trickle down her back from the heat and her own nerves.
"I'm not really a fighter," she explained shyly, "And my party's all back at the inn. They were tired and didn't want to explore out here, and really, I should be going back now..."
She turned her back to the dragon, still looking at him over her shoulder as she tried to creep back the way she came. Irritated, the dragon snorted at her, singeing her hair again and making her squeal.
"Nuh uh, no way," the dragon said, reaching for her, "You're going to get your friends or the villagers and tell them about my horde here. Then I'll be annoyed by treasure hunters forever!" He stretched one long claw towards her back, meaning to turn her around...
...and grabbed the back of her bikini top instead.
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