Dragon at your service, Princess
That was his mistake, touching her when he had absolutely no right. Of course, the man barely got to truly graze her body before Rogue’s own form crashed into his with impenetrable force. Most humans strayed from his race, this man didn’t get the chance to change his future. Most dragons, very much willing to display the mark of their pride, scales crossing the better portion of their body; however, the same did not apply for the once-slave.
"Wrong," he growled past protruding fangs as a ripple effect took place along the expanse of his muscular form, clothes tearing as his body shifted into a form that was more similar to his true one. A strong tail sprout from behind, knocking several of the other man right off their feet, as his expression remained fixed on the bastard who’d meant to bring harm to his princess, his charge.
A hand rocked backward only to spring forth and connect with facial tissue. Not another move would be taken to endanger Levy, no matter what.
"Prin—Levy," he corrected himself so as to not give away their identities. "We’re leaving." It was all he needed to say by way of warning to indicate he was on the verge of transforming, and that they would soon take flight.
It was over before she could draw a breath to protest the violence unleashed by her protector. Levy had stumbled away when the guard lunged towards her, his dirty outstretched hands seeking to lay upon her soft pale skin, eliciting a shudder of revulsion. The former princess held no remorse when Rogue took action, though when she observed how his skin rippled and shivered, she was in awe.
It was the first time she ever actually saw his dragon form- or at least partially, but that didn’t matter to her. Levy could only stare in wide-eyed wonder while he easily dispatched their enemies, their bodies mere sacks of flesh and bone that broke under his restrained power.
Fear should have been the first thing she felt when she saw her dragon’s true form. A normal human probably would have fled at the sight of his menacing figure, fangs flashing in their angry snarl, scales rippling with power while his tail grew to slap any that tread near his form. But it never crossed her mind- her only thought was him and his safety.
She never wanted this. The exile’s heart broke seeing him being forced to shield her from vermin such as these men. But while they lay crumpled and unconscious, a part of her wished for their death. Such desires startled her- she was never the type to want the end of life, of any life, no matter the circumstance. But she only had to look at her dragon, the man that stood by her, ready to lay his life at his enemy’s feet for her- and that strengthened her feelings of disgust towards any man of cruel intention.
Her name being called snapped her out of her quizzical pondering; a shaky nod was her only reply before stepping closer towards his form, a hand seeking the remnants of his torn clothing and clutched it, her gaze weary of their surroundings, yet steady when they met her dragon’s garnet orbs.
“Let’s go Rogue.”
