The Trap (RP with Dialga)

[Silencien]

The small white fox treaded cautiously through the cave his tails lowered as he looked around in a cautious manner. He had snuck in from the rain and was hoping he would be able to relax. His soft tails curled under him as he watched the outside storm.

[Dialga]

For as long as history was recorded, the Dragons ruled the land. While many were benevolent souls who acted only in the best interest of their subjects, too many were tyrannical monsters who ruled with an iron claw, the only future for those who defied them being the course in their Lord's next dinner. Even the more beneficent dragons acted in ways that stifled freedom. And the infighting between these great serpents was immense. Where they battled, forests burned and cities crumbled. Rebellions arose, but where most were swiftly put down in dragonsfire, the few too strong for one dragon to subjugate would often prompt even bitter rivals to unite against the common threat, recognizing the threat to their own power should the evils of self-determination not be stomped out.

Two hundred years ago, a secretive group known as the Dragonsbane Cabal cast their legendary ritual. Though the dragons did eradicate this group of almighty spellcasters, the damage had been done. For many decades, nothing happened, and the spell was presumed to have failed. However over time, civilization began to notice odd behaviors from their Draconic lords. They became more distant. Withdrawn. Concerned in their own affairs rather than attending to their subjects, and the more observant would notice that there was some kind of pallor that hung around them. Like the entire species was meant to bore the knowledge of a terrible secret. Either way, with their newfound freedom, civilization flourished and were able to drive the dragons into the fringes of the world. Though observers and historians would note that the dragons, once so proud and mighty, lacked the will to fight.

Many rumors have persisted about this change in behavior for the dragons. Some say they're regrouping and are preparing for an assault to enslave the world forever. Others say they're slowly going insane. Either way, the future for civilization is looking bright, but at the expense of the dragons, whose future never looked bleaker.

But one particularly bright, enterprising, and overwhelmingly desperate dragon has come up with a solution.

"Welcome into my home." A voice whispered from deep within the cave, a feminine one, though pleasant and soothing. "Do not be afraid. I mean you no harm, little one."

[Silencien]

He looked around jumping to his feet. Her voice was soft but he was in no way going to let his guard down because she sounds nice. He glared about the room his tails raised as he trembled softly.

[Dialga]

From the darkness echoed the sound of footsteps, of claws scraping against stone. Something big was coming the Fox's way. From there, a figure emerged. Though still engrossed in darkness, shapes became visible. A long, serpentine body from which short, sinuous arms and legs emerged, ending in claws. Long batlike wings were folded on its back. At the end of its long neck is a large head with a large mane of light colored horns, the face ending in a short draconic snout. Its eyes regarded the fox with compassion, and an almost motherly smile. While the dragon was hardly very large

"You must be freezing." The dragon speaks. "It has been raining for quite some time. Why don't you come inside and warm up?"

[Silencien]

He curled back and whined as he almost stepped back. She was certainly not dangerous but he wasn't certain if he was ready to trust her. However as he tried to take another step back he felt the rain on his tails. Soon jumping forward and tumbling to land at the dragons feet. His body now on its back as he looked up.

[Dialga]

"So clumsy!" The dragon giggled, seeing the fox tumbling towards her feet. She then reached down with her claws to scoop up the fox into her arm. "There there." She cooed. "Let's go inside and get you warmed up. Poor little baby, you must be freezing." She then turned, and walked deeper into the cave, the darkness becoming even more oppressive, moving through winding and branching passages with practiced ease before arriving at a dead end. You then see a flash of violet sorcerous light from her hand, and the cavernous walls split apart at previously unseen seams, allowing further passage into a new room, light spilling out.

After eyes have adjusted to the new light, the two are inside a well-furnished living space. The walls are smooth stone, painted a cozy burgundy while the floors are composed of hardwood planks. Large dragon-sized couches and chairs surround a roaring hewn stone fireplace with a plush rug between them, upon which are several colorful wooden blocks. A large wooden table sits at the back of the room, around which are several chairs, including what looks like a child's high-chair. A single hallway goes left and leads further in.

The entrance to this place closes behind the two as the last of the dragon's tail enters, leaving not even a seam to suggest the wall opens up at all. She then deposits the fox onto the plush carpet in front of the fireplace for him to warm up, herself curling onto the floor with him.

"It is a chilly night, good thing I got the fireplace roaring. Hello sweetie, my name is Violet Eclipse. What's yours?"

[Silencien]

Everything in the room was monstrously large compared to the vulpix. His eyes wide as he tried to climb from her claw. However after seeing the distance from the ground he whimpered and retreated into her paw. His eyes wide as he whined and curled himself inward. His ears flat as he curled inward feeling so vulnerable at the moment. He had no idea what this dragoness had planned.

[Dialga]

Day Zero:

The procedure must begin small. Subtle. The basis of the parent-child relationship must, in the absence of actual parental connection, begin somewhere. Withhold psychological conditioning until Day One.

"D'aww, don't worry little one, there's nothing to be afraid of." Violet spoke soothingly, keeping the fox in her hands as she sat down on one of the plush chairs in front of the fireplace. "So why don't you tell me your name?"

[Silencien]

He sat nervously in her paws his ears flat as he muttered and stumbled with his words. He was feeling much smaller as he said, "I am, um, I, he sat down and said, "I'm Silence, " he said nervously as his body trembled.

[Dialga]

"Well hello Silence! Good to meet you" Violet regarded the fox with a kind smile. "Oh you're so cute! Don't worry Silence, I won't hurt you." If anything he's too important to hurt.

"So how does dinner sound?" She asks invitingly. "I have chicken."