The coral beach of the Lazure Lagoon to the southeast.

Lazure Lagoon comprises a spacious inlet from the Mauritzian Sea, lipped by brief fjords and then resting up against a vast, rocky gray cliff which is replete with synthetic channels forming numerous fanciful waterfalls. Countless palm trees form a defensible beach-side jungle that surrounds the water at the base of the sloping ridge. Unbeknownst to even casual visitors, these falls hide tunnels in the rock, but better known is that the whole of the area is inhabited by an elusive race. The water itself is a bold, striking blue, and cordoned off into a multitude of small springs sectioned among various elevations and used for many different purposes, most of which include bathing and swimming.

Hidden in the surrounding jungles are numerous huts whose roofs utilize the same leafy green fronds for the sake of camouflage. This settlement is claimed by a loose-knit tribe of demi-beings, people who appear human for the most part, but exhibit certain physical and psychological traits indicative of their interspecies parentage. Their outward appearance always includes the ears and tail of their corresponding half-species, with other minute features also being apparent. Often referred to by the denigrating moniker of "mutt," these people are typically the offspring of a humanoid race (usually humans themselves) and a beast man race, such as the nekomata cat-people, the vargr wolf-people, or some other such denomination. They suffer a complex outcast niche in society, but despite the intricate rules regarding their dissimilarities, they are bound together as a suppressed people and struggle to get along with one another in spite of their unique differences.

While hybrids tend to become nomads, this particular tribe lives fairly well in close harmony with the water and its bounties. That is to say, they do not live in monetary luxury. Fishing is a major industry, if one can call it that as it exists here, so much so that even a few outsiders have made contact to trade with them. On the grave downside, they are oftentimes the target of **** traders, although given their reclusive civilization and the inconvenient surrounding terrain, only the most obstinate of profit-seekers bother to torment them. For the most part, the southwest shore of the encampment is inhabited by women, and the opposite side by men. While this is enforced for a vast majority of instances as a social taboo, there are a few exceptions as one might find in any society, and practicality most often wins out when mores are tested.

Seeking to satiate his lusty inclinations, Shoukyaku's shadow skates along the canopy of the southwestern lagoon shore, his wings outstretched as he scours the territory from overhead. At the first glimpse of the descending dragon, the half-breeds have fled to safety, but that leafy ceiling works both ways. The wind beneath Shoukyaku's wings rustles the branches above Tiela's head, sending all the fur on the demi-cat's tail to stand on end. Though she has been unsettled by the atmospheric disturbance above, she remains as of yet oblivious to the impending dangers that lie in store.

Tiela's feline genes are evidenced by two pointed, furry ears, and a twitchy, narrow tail that emerges from her coccyx. Her fur is smooth auburn like the straight, thick hair that adorns her head down to her neck. The lower elevation in summer provides the lagoon with a warmer clime, and her Spartan manner of dress is economical to boot. As such, much of her olive skin is exposed, as the only real covering her intricate, beaded garments supply come from the ankle-length loin cloth. The rear flap's top hangs lower than the front to allow room for her tail and is pulled wide at the hips to hide her plush rear end which dimples as she walks. Suffice it to say, it is not quite wide enough to veil her hips, but this is matched by a rather permissive bikini top with the positively scandalous premise of barely encircling more than her areolae alone, and the lush fabric within these circular domes grows taut should her nipples even slightly stiffen. Her garb is significant, as some of the threads holding each separate piece together are golden strings, granted only to those who hold such a position as hers.

Tiela is one of many water priestesses of the tribe, whose job it is to provide charity service to their society's needs and exemplify the virtues which unify their people. The role requires self-sacrifice and abstention from indulgence, but merits great respect and responsibility. On her way to deliver new buckets to the upper baths, Tiela's pointed ears still recollect the warning her elder sister had bestowed upon her. "The priestesses must resist such carnal desires, and so you must never join the men in the baths. In so doing, your priesthood will be revoked, and you must then teach them the virtues of devotion." It is a harsh rule, but the other party would be punished similarly. These words leave her as she listens instead for the sound of the wind returning.

Just when her tail's fur has almost flattened itself, a terrifying crunch of branches from behind her precedes a rumbling shockwave whose epicenter can only be a few feet away. She stumbles, tail flaring up once more, and nearly flings the wooden bucket out of her clutches. She manages to clasp her arms around the implement and turn herself around. She feels a shudder of fear tear through her chest like a dagger slicing the inside of her ribs. The damp, tan earth, trickled by the greenery overhead, is interrupted by the prominent stance of the dragon, Shoukyaku, whose fiery vermilion and cloudy onyx scales resemble a destructive threat upon the surrounding abundance of nature. His eyes shine with terrible ideas, like one who welcomes a visit from ****. His tiny nostrils sniff loudly, and then a threatening smile spreads along his muzzle, showing off his vicious and conspicuous teeth.

"I will do you."

Though he lumbers towards her at a walking pace, he's already upon her before she knows it. She swings the bucket by its handle to fend him off, raising her other arm as well, but both are caught like inanimate drumsticks in his fists. Her body is bent backwards as he holds her in place, and he takes a single step closer to her until they were a dancer's breadth apart. She continues to struggle and notices that as she does so, his dragon-hood is fully exposed to her. Her gasp becomes a squeak of disbelief as his profound black organ twitches every time she exerts any futile **** against him. He leans just a little bit closer, eyes glowering at her straight on, muzzle sniffing at her neck now. She tries not to look him in the eye, and is distracted with his gargantuan member anyhow. He is now so close and his growth at such a point that his twitching, pulsating penis nudges the fabric of her loin cloth upwards with every flexing motion.

"You will make for a fine lay." Shoukyaku's eyes fixate on the glittering gold strands of her flimsy garments. Just when he seems lulled into the security of looking her up and down, tasting the scent of her body, he points his face at hers with an angry huff. For the moment, Tiela is still paralyzed with shock, but she has not offered any impetus against him for a few seconds now. His eyes gleam, his slits narrowing as he gazes almost hypnotically into her. His inner membranes blink once as he puzzles over his next move.