With a General, an Elf and a brawl

Gregor was super angry about this. He was betrayed by his fiancé, his family, and his best guy friend. Left at the alter, Gregor had barely processed that Zoe had been cheating on him when the bomb went off. The clapping when Zoe and Brad had announced their love hid the noise until then. The questions and presumption of certain beings on his rebirth had kept his anger high, and his landing hard on a snow packed ground didn't help. The sudden appearance of two women helped cool some of his temper, but seeing a town near by on fire brought it back, and he growled at them to follow.

The town was in the middle of a raid, humans attacking a giant village while most of it's warriors were elsewhere. Geregor held nothing back, killing most of the men raiding the town. His two companions helped to defend the townsfolk as best they could. A man wearing armor and a platinum haired woman who only wore enough to stay warm were the last two of the band. After a breath attack, the armor of the man failed and he fled quickly, only to be cut down by Gregor. The woman tried to flee as well, but was knocked out by one of the companions.

Gregor's berserk fury cooled not long after that. He used a trait that was a gift for him to become more humanoid, keeping his purple wings and claws. He approached the two conscious women and began to speak to them. "I am Gregor, your new master. I have no intention in being cruel, but you belong to me now. I wish to know the names of my two dependents."

The first woman to speak had muddy brown hair and long ears. Her leather armor accentuated her body. "I am Delathryn, an elf from the continent of Andor. I place myself under you willingly." The other woman had Asian features, dressed in a white silk top with detached sleeves, golden yellow belt and wristbands and a red cape. "I am Yanmei, general of the Phoenix Queen. I hope to prove myself to you. I look forward to our travels together."

Right as she finished speaking, the giant warriors returned. A woman rushed forth and immediately began to attack the foreigners still standing. Gregor easily grabbed her first attack, broke her grip on her weapon and locked in a **** hold. After a few seconds, she went limp. Releasing the hold, he checked to make sure this giant woman was still alive. The apparent leader of the band came over, apologizing for his clanswoman's hasty judgement. Gregor waved it off, stating he wasn’t hurt so no real issue, other than she was now his. The man nodded, claiming that according to their customs he had that right, as the only one to best her. The laughter of that being who gave him the abiliy to have a human shape rang in Gregor's head as the blond woman began to wake up.

"You are mine now, raider. What did you call yourself before you became my property." The woman, still bound, looked at the ground. "I was Serrilda, master. My tribe had generally been successful but our chief was a coward. I will enjoy serving you." The giants then pointed them to a hut where the could stay for now. After a few hours, the giant woman woke up to the smells of fish and venison cooking. The Scaleborn that had defeated her so easily had his back to her, putting together what looked like pants from the excess fur from hunts she had been on. "I am Jolka, husband. I deeply apologize for attacking you." "It is fine, pet. I am Gregor your master and a dragon. My other pets are fixing dinner while I make sure they all have appropriate clothing for the climate." Gregor left the room with her trailing, and dinner was had.