The Hunt

Final Condition: Complete

    She circled him then, she was slowly looking him over. “Well I have learned that you are Yakir Lyfew, future clan leader of the Western Lyfew dragons, the storm dragons. You love storms despite your less than enthusiastic admission earlier. I found you lounging carefree as can be in a field during a storm if you recall and you follow storms. It is in your nature as well as your need to be on the move all the time. However, I think that super sonic speed of yours has gone to your head since you are not only nomadic but truly restless. You pace when angry and if you have sat still for too long. If you are sitting you have something in your hands or your legs shake. You also don’t sleep. If that is due to your restless need to be busy all the time or the fear you carry around for your clan and family, has yet to be determined. You are the eldest and you have two brothers and none of you were born in the same place so you have been travelling like you are now since you were a child. You have rejection issues so you choose to avoid commitment altogether. You have a short fuse and a foul mouth. You are multi talented and that has nothing to do with the dragon you are.” she finally stopped in front of him “You hate being called Yahyah which, best bet its,because it is not manly enough of a nickname for you and you pride yourself on the fact that you are a man. You don’t take care of yourself well enough. You are well aware that being anyone's pet is beneath you.” she finished as she looked into his eyes.

    Yakir looked down at her struck by all the things she had said about him. He had not expected  her to be that observant. He was impressed despite himself just as he was when she was able to ride him when they first met. He flies at a nearly supersonic speed, he is one of the few dragons who can do this, and no one save maybe a dragon would be able to hold on through that. She had surprised him again and it bothered Yakir to no end. “Sounds like you have learned enough about me.”

“Some of that I deduced by watching you. You have not given me too much to go on. You have at least one more fact to give me. So come Yakir, be a good beast and tell me something else interesting about you.”

He growled at the word beast being used for him again. “What could I tell you?”

“How about if you could have something, anything at all with a physical form, what would you want?”

    This was an obvious trick. She would ask and then he was sure the next time she saw him she would have bought it for him. She was trying to find something to tempt him with. He knew this but he imagined even if she got whatever he came up with he would not be swayed. He thought on what it is he could possibly want. What would be something she couldn’t easily buy or obtain. Something she couldn’t get that was physical that was personal enough to satisfy her sadistic need for information. He stroked his bearded chin thoughtfully looking away from her.

Zirri was shocked. This was the first question he had actually put any thought into. Whatever it was she was determined to get it so he would soften to her offer. Dragons were greedy and hoarded treasures all the time. If she could get him some special trinket that he truly desired as a gift with no strings attached she could at least make him less defensive all the time. She could feel excitement rush over her body. 

“There is something. It’s not something you can buy though Prihaala, you would have to steal it. Are you ok with that?” he said with challenge in his green reptilian eyes

“What is it?” she asked curious.

“When me and my brothers were young our mother wore an amulet all the time. It was a silver dragon cradling a green orb that seemed to glow in the dark. It was a gift her mother gave her right before she died when my mother was a young girl. She had worn it for centuries without taking it off. When the dragon war was raging my mother was abducted and held prisoner. We were all fighting in the war in different places. My father knew when his mate was in danger. Needless to say my father did not take kindly to his mate being taken so he went into a rage.” he said with a sigh, remembering the destruction that had been left in his father's wake in the aftermath of that day. 

“The dragon who took my mother was an insane man named Itriuz well on his way to a feral mind.state. He found himself obsessed with my mother and had decided he had connected to her and would die without her. My mother was already my father’s mate so that was not possible but no one could convince Itriuz. He fought my father and barely escaped with his life but he took my mother’s amulet to remember her by. He fled to Anilorac where my father did not follow him too since he knew if Itriuz retreated to the hell state he will be imprisoned with everything else there.”

“Like the daeva race for example.” Zirri said recalling learning about the barriar that used to hold them all prisoner in Anilorac.

    “Exactly. He was trapped there all those years ago. According to rumor he has gone even madder since being trapped there. We have not bothered to get the necklace from the psycho as we are sure he lost his humane mind centuries ago. However, if I could have any physical thing I would get my mother’s necklace back. She seemed so distraught by the loss of the amulet. She was depressed for months afterward and would not talk to anyone. She pretends it never happened." he said before sucking his teeth and dismissing the the thought with a wave of his hand "But honestly it maybe suicide to attempt such a thing.”

    That was it. The conditions have been met and now she could leave and come up with a plan. “Well Yakir it has been fun until next time." She said walking towards the door.

“Please be the stranger you are and don’t come around again.” he said sarcastically, following behind her with his things that he had sped off and got in less than 3 seconds. 

“I will see you soon. I may need more information. Hopefully you won’t make it necessary for me to trap you again.” she said and noted the low growl behind her.

As soon as she crossed the threshold he ran past her faster than her eyes could keep up with. Zirri had some preparations she had to take care of. Unfortunately that means she would have to pause her hunt for her very special dragon.

~1 month later~

    Zirri had been hunting only fast beast as well as anything that did well in heat or fire proof for a month now. She was determined to make her body capable of catching up to the supersonic speed that Yakir tended to use to make a quick escape. She also had to get some information on this Itruiz dragon. Unfortunately, it did not seem to have any current records on the dragon. It made sense since this was during the Dragon Wars and they did not have public records of Dragons in Detinu then. She couldn’t very well go steal this amulet Yakir desired without any information on the target.

    She had come across feral minded dragons before and she would rather they did not go into a rampage on her home state. Feral minded dragons big and small were vicious and easily triggered to say the least. She had to be sure she got this gift she wanted for her dragon but she also had to be careful not to incite a rampage in the other dragon. It was a delicate balance she would have to find. She was determined and going against some deranged beast of a dragon excited her to no end. She got an adrenaline rush anytime she thought of the dangers that lie ahead for her. She had been working close with her bigger and more violent beasts just in case she needed to fight her way through. 

    Zirri spent a week retracking Yakir again and when she found him he was on the path of a major storm headed for Surora, Eniam. Since Eniam bordered Anilorac she prepared to go straight to Anilorac after she met with him. She was as ready as she was going to be. She found herself at a nightclub. Yakir was apparently playing at being a bartender this time around. This would be easier than before. Bartenders have to talk to customers.  She threw on some black shorts that fit her like skin and a black bralette that had ties in the front. She wore a leather jacket and leather choker collar. She wore black heeled boots and carried a black clutch. She had her neon orange hair in a half top knot half down style. She even put on some eyeshadow and a deep plum colored lipstick. The way she looked she was not surprised she got into the club fairly quickly even without using the princess card. She did not go to the bar immediately even though she wanted to see Yakir as quickly as she could.

    She went to the dance floor and danced with the frenzied masses. The music was upbeat and Zirri could hear people sing along as they danced to the music. She found the beat and danced along. She was tall and her body looked to be made for s*x and she danced with whoever was brave enough to dance with her. She wanted to have fun tonight. Just in case she died trying to get this trinket for the beast, she could at least say she had a good time the day before. She finally worked up a thirst and went to find her favorite dragon.