Offer the dragon peace.

You raise a hand and speak, "Stow your weapons," and one by one the others listen. Everybody but Gwynevere and her companions. You continue to glare at them, to the point where Anyana abides on her own, though the other two continue to arm themselves--Nelli now mostly on land, ready to back up her mistress. "I said stow them, Gwyn. Do you really want a pointless battle here? We didn't come to slay a dragon."

"Though I could go for some dope ass armour," Niki mutters quietly to herself, kicking a foot forward like a begging child. "Just saying. I'd look super good in that."

"I know you would," you respond. "But dragon! If you prefer, I'll approach by myself."

The dragon watches closely as you move forwards. Meanwhile, Gwyn finally flashes her rapier back into a ring, and following that, Nelli lowers her flail. You stare the creature in its one good eye, and then you stop right before its maw. There you stand, garbed in a suit masterfully crafted from ancient wood and the scales of a beast from beyond, without a hint of fear. No words are spoken for a time, but you can feel the dragon reading your body like a language of its own. It lets out another snort, and your body is heated quickly by the gust of hot wind. Then her body begins to change.

She's engulfed by a flare of beautiful light. Her limbs pull in, the broken wings upon her back slowly disappear, and the armoured red scales gradually fade to flesh. The only draconic aspects that shrink through remain are her horns and tail, and her one red eye--glistening like a beautiful ruby between lush lashes. Malakae is about the same height as yourself, though this woman is noticeably taller--possibly even moreso than Mistress Dajy. She's likely about a foot or so above you, though her great, dark red horns extend even higher, and unlike those you've seen on Malakae and Trin, these don't curl. They're completely straight, and come to dangerously sharp points. While not as dark as Niki, there's still a tan to her skin, and her hair is long and crimson. It reaches down her back, though two parts are braided--one on either side of her head, extending down to her bust.

The woman has a cold yet fiery stare. This contrast continues, as her braids are decorated by bands of tiny pink flowers, and she wears a circlet of the same in her hair. She appears rather strong, especially in demeanour as she looks over you with a stare down past her nose--head unmoving, and expression unchanging. She's slim but toned, though her chest is incredible. The main thing you notice, and as do all others watching, is that she isn't wearing a single garment of clothing. There's not even a loin cloth around her waist, or something to at least partly cover her bust. She does, however, have a band of the same flowers mentioned before as an anklet, and another around her upper left arm. It seems her floral jewellery was somehow able to stretch while transformed.

Her tits are enormous. Perhaps it's proportionate given her height, though they're some of the biggest you've ever seen. It's incredibly distracting. You continue to try and be the ambassador of peace, though your eyes can't help but be drawn down the body of the busty, naked woman before you. She has a gorgeous majesty to her. In a similar manner to how elves have a natural grace that's difficult to describe, dragons appear almost divine. They have a certain aura of both power and beauty. Her skin is pristine. The shape of her physique is strong and alluring. Though so far, you've been used to dragons actually wearing clothes.

She's entirely unaffected. There isn't a hint of blush in her cheeks. Instead, she continues to glare. "So you crashed," she says. Her voice may still be on the deeper end, though it's far different now than while she was a dragon. She holds a hand out behind her. Something whistles in the distance. After crashing through the leaves of trees, a spear comes hurling towards her, but she absorbs the impact with ease in her clutch. It's a beautiful weapon of dark, polished wood, decorated with gold rings and markings painted with shades of red and black. She slams the blunt end down into the dirt. "I've seen that before."

It isn't that she speaks in a broken language, but her accent is strange. It's simpler. Her statements are short and to the point.

"Holy tits," Fang comments from afar. "If she crushed me with those things, I'd literally die."

Anastasia covers her eyes. "Wh-Why is she naked?"

"Clothes don't shapeshift along with the dragon," Ariusia explains.

Your eyes dart down and then back up her mighty, curvaceous figure. "Is this your home?" you ask.

"... It is now," she answers. Her eye shifts off towards the horizon, pondering something unknown. "Here, I protect them."

"Who are they?"

"Survivors."

"Wait. Did you all get stranded here or something? But you're a dragon. You can--" but you stop yourself, thinking back to the state of her body. "Are you trapped?"

She steps slowly past you as if you aren't even present. The others part the way like an opening sea. Her long, crimson scaled tail sways left and right as her feet sink deep into the softening ground, gradually leading into sand. She stares quietly for a moment, perhaps in thought or seeing something afar your eyes can't perceive. Then she roars, and for a moment your Kitty Sense pulls your attention forth, but she hurls her spear not at you but far into the ocean. "Thunderbeard," she utters with distain. "To make a mockery of a dragon is to accept your ****, even if it takes one hundred years." Her glare shifts back to you--piercing red, like scorching flames. "This island was already my domain. It was they who crashed."

"Did she just throw her weapon away?" Niki mutters to Amara and Eva beside her.

"Thunderbeard. That sound familiar, Gwyn?" you ask.

Gwynevere crosses her arms and looks away from you. "No," she mutters in response.

"You don't really know much above the ocean floor, huh?" Eva comments.

"Excuse me?"

Everyone's attention snaps back at the sound of the gold-tipped spear rushing up from the tide, and snapping once again into the dragon's hand. A wet mist covers her body. "This was one of my domains. A place of solace to rest. If you truly mean peace, then follow. But if you do anything strange, you die. No questions." Then without waiting for any sort of response, she marches towards the treeline. The other figures lurking in the shadows scurry ahead.

"Do some dragons just not care about clothes then?" Eva asks. "I don't remember reading anything about that, but I guess if you're a wild dragon who lives in a cave somewhere, you might not bother, especially with the whole transformation thing."

"Maybe she just wants to show off," says Niki. "I mean, she looks good. Might be almost as strong as me."

Amara smiles. "There is nothing wrong with walking free beneath the sun. If I lived alone on an island, I would likely do the same."

"So we're gonna move here, right?" Fang asks. "Stay with the tribal dragon mommy?"

"Let's get going before she disappears. It doesn't look like she's going to wait," you say, moving ahead. As you go, Alice joins beside you, with a hand grasping her forearm as if waiting for the moment where a properly aimed blast is required. Peony follows by the opposite side, slipping an arm beneath yours to walk hip-to-hip. Niki, Eva, and Amara come next.

Ariusia steps forward, glancing about her. "There are all sorts of people hiding between the trees. I don't really like it."

"Stay close to Kyle and we'll be fine," Anastasia says.

"When did you suddenly become his number one fan?"

"Wh-What? No, no. I was just saying, he is quite strong and does wish to protect us, and we'll in turn protect him."

Gwynevere brings up her wrist. Though you can't see it, she wears the invisible Band of Sapphire Serpent. She activates its effects once more, and a barely visible barrier of refracting light as if deep in the sea surrounds the party. At last, Anyana can join. She swims up through the air, and follows overhead. Nelli slowly lifts up from the ground, and while it isn't required for her, she joins her companion in floating.

Meti moves with them, follows by Luna and Fang. Covering the rear is Tom beside Vodrani. The group passes the entrance to the forest, and swiftly the light dims through the dense canopy above. It's nothing like the previous island. One could actually become lost within this woods, or perhaps at times struggle to find passage at all through the dense foliage, though it seems the dragon has no issue. Either she's come this way countless times before, or all in her way becomes crushed.