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<sub>Suntaria's hooves made soft thudding noises as Misae held her at a steady lope over the frosted terrain. The filly's warm breath was white puffs of mist in the chill, spring morning air just as her rider's was. It was early, the sun had just risen, if she kept away from the human villages then she should be safe. Still, she would keep her eyes peeled.... 

She had ridden for a few hours and the forest was beginning to thin. If she kept riding forward then there was no way the humans would miss her. A big Friesian filly and an armed woman with pearly scaled wings, violet eyes, and pale hair, who could miss that? Misae pulled the charger to a stop, dismounting lithely with a small jangle of metal and the thud of boots hitting the ground. "Stay here alright.. I'll return for you soon." The dragoness said softly, patting the beast's strong neck after looping the reins around a low branch. Then, the huntress simply melded into the early morning fog. The shift came easily. Her skin rippled into fur as her spine elongated to form a long, slender tail coated in midnight black fur. Her palms grew as her fingers shrank, her nails turning into sharp, jagged claws. Her head grew and morphed seemingly with no direction until suddenly it was the black head of a panther. In fact, as the shift ended, her entire body had taken on the form of a shadowy black panther. The feline growled contentedly, the closest she could get to a purr, then started toward a nearby grazing meadow at an easy trot.

Deer would be feeding this time of the day, Misae knew, chomping down on newly formed grass before the dew could leave their slender blades. They would be lazy at this time as well, however, less worried about paying attention to their surroundings and more concerned with filling their bellies. It wasn't long at all before the huntress found her target. A young duck stood antlers down and small, black nose dragging the ground slightly as he snuffled up mouthful after mouthful of grass. Every once in a while he would raise his head and look around, but youth made him cocky and uncautious. An error which would cost him his life. Misae stalked forward silently, her paws making not even the slightest of sounds as she padded softly over the ground, her belly lightly brushing over the dewy tips of the grass. The wind blew in her favor. Good. He wouldn't see her coming; it would be an easy kill. The grass was tall enough for her to get within ten feet of the buck, her shoulders rising and lowering a couple times as she coiled her muscles, and finally she sprang. Like a coil held with each ring pressed together, her body shot forward and toward the deer. The creature almost didn't know what hit him. He had two seconds to run before the panther's deadly claws dug into his flesh and yanked him to a halt. However, the panther had less time before a tearing pain exploded in her hip. The buck was forgotten and as the huntress fell with a yowl of pain, he limped off having learn a valuable lesson. 

Misae struggled to find her paws again, but it was to no avail. Her hind left leg wouldn't hold her and the pain in her right was too great to try. She held her chest up, her front legs straight until a second arrow could pierce the sinewous flesh of her left shoulder. Misae cave another cry of pain, her body instinctually shifting, but the arrows still lodged in her slender body obstructed the miraculous healing which would have otherwise taken place as her form changed. As it was, the young dragoness was left in the form of a young woman, skin tanned by the sun, pale hair streaked with pale sapphire and lavender, and a pair of pearly scaled wings veined with the two colors of her long mane. The female writhed on the ground, her left hand curled into a claw from pain, her right desperately trying to feel if the arrow had passed through her back. Who had shot her? What had gone wronng? No one should have been out this early, she had timed it so that she wouldn't he seen and this wouldn't have happened. But it did happen and now here you are rolling on the ground like a fool. A voice sneered in the female's mind as she struggled onto her good hand and knees, most of her weight resting on the right side and her wings braced against the ground for balance. Fear was in her eyes as the crunching of footsteps met her ears and she looked up to see a young human holding a hunting bow. He was probably no more than 15 and yet there were his arrows buried in her lithe body. Misae laughed, her limbs collapsing before she forced herself to roll onto her back. Her fangs glinted in the early sunlight, her gemstone eyes watery and unfocused. How ironic, that a mere child would be the one to kill her. A child. 

It is true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but no one could mistake the feral grace the dragoness possessed. Be it in the delicate curve of her fangs, the almost cat-like appearance of her eyes, the vibrance of the scales which covered her wings, or the rich violet shade of her eyes, no one would have said she was anything but lovely. Even as her precious life-blood oozed slowly from around the arrow wound, there was an unmistakable beauty about her. One which came from her true form and a wildness which couldn't be stopped from making itself known. Yes, even as she laid there waiting for the cold hand of death to grasp her heart, she was beautiful. A man would have found it hard to deliver the killing blow if only on looks alone...</sub>[/color] 

[sinn]

((Hmm...I'm going to try to make this work. Let's say it's before Viktor was turned into a wolf. It also works because in 'The Broken Shard' he never saw her human, tiger anthro, form. And he could forget her dragon form somehow later. If you don't want Viktor here, please let me know. I will delete it. ))

The forest was always calm to Viktor, it always offered peace outside of the village nearest to his sudden change of location. He kept his M1911 on him, but only for show, for the shock value. Instead he relied heavily on his 35' Magnum Kukri, a very deadly, very effective machete that was modified to hack limbs and chop trees. The village was doing it's regular routine of hunting, training, and eating whatever they catch. Viktor was helping a few young men learn how to use their weapons effectively to hunt more efficiently. However, he needed to be the creature he hit wasn't a person. Low and behold, Viktor found a young woman with an arrow in her side. He quickly sheathed his Kukri and dropped to his knees, ready to help to young woman who was no doubt in pain. Something about her caught Viktor's attention, something about her...Something super-human. Even in death, she was beautiful...Like a prideful creature in it's final hours. Viktor gently grabbed the arrow, twisted it the way it went in and pulled it quickly. Without haste, he undid his ballistics vest and his combat unform's blouse then took off his under shirt, revealing his lean, very toned and built muscles. He tore it around the midsection, making a makeshift bandage. He pressed his hands in her wound with great force to prevent loss of further blood.

After he tied the torn undershirt around her wound he finally spoke, "I apologize. I did not relize there was another human here...Try not to move so much, you will recover from your injuries, but you need to keep still, it will help the healing process." he looked at her slender figure and her tan body, "Hmm...You are not from around here are you?...Something is different about you. Like you have a greater presence than what you appear." he shrugged and put his Combat uniforms blouse back on, then he patched the vest back up. He sat down and relaxed as he pulled a cigar from his pocket and inhaled the aroma of the nicotine within the Cuban Cigar. He bit off the filter of the cigar as he asked, "So...What's your name?"

((I would advise her not calling herself Misea, as it would make more sense in the other RP. Perhaps the villagers know that name and would attack her? Also I think if this continues we could run the RPs near the same times.))

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<sub>The boy disappeared. Had he simply been an illusion of her pain? Perhaps, but he had vanished and that was all that mattered. The crunching of more footsteps echoed in the dragoness head, the moment of paralyzing fear when she remembered the clear visibility of her wings. She had to make them go away, had to make them retract back into her body. With a groan of pain, those pearly limbs shrunk and disappeared into her shoulders. Dots danced across Misae's vision, and she rolled onto her back, careful not to touch the two arrows embedded in her flesh.

The footsteps stopped, the human was here. A man, she discerned from what bits and pieces she could see of him at a time when the amorphous blotches in her vision allowed. "Please don..don't hurt... I can..can't... Please..." Misae gasped out, her words as far from understandable as her vision was from perfect in those moments. Her jaws ached, her fangs hadn't retracted as they were supposed to. But this was invaluable information compared to what happened next. There was the sound of ripping cloth and it took the dragoness a moment to register what that would mean. "No! No please!" She spluttered, trying desperately to crawl away but the hand had already closed around the arrow. With an agonizing yank, the deadly bolt was pulled from her hip and the man went about bandaging the wound. Misae screamed, the pain filling her mind without room for any other thought, feeling, or emotion. All she knew was the pain. He pressed on the wound, and while this was necessary to stop the bleeding, it didn't stop her from letting lose another pain filled moan.

The man said something about not moving, about not injuring herself anymore. Her body reacted to his command, though weakness alone was enough to halt her movement. His eyes scanned over her figure, bringing an angry snarl to the woman's face. How dare he! How dare he stare at her like that, as if she were simply some human girl offering herself to him! Misae would have killed him on principle if this was any other situation, but this wasn't any other situation this was the current situation. The present. There was nothing she could do about it...

"Hmm...You are not from around here are you?...Something is different about you. Like you have a greater presence than what you appear." The female scoffed, gingerly reaching for the arrow in her shoulder. The wince she gave at touching it somewhat lessened her scowl at the man, but at least she had tried defending her honor right? With the arrow gone from her hip, her mind was a bit clearer. It was easier to think, easier to heal. Already, the flesh was regenerating over the wound, a thin layer of skin almost formed. Even with her accelerated rate of heeling, however, it would take at least the rest of the day before she was jumping around again. But she could at least deal with the arrow in her shoulder. Instead of replying with a rude remark as she wanted to, Misae closed her hand about the arrow...and yanked. She gave a groan, but was able to bite back the scream which welled up in her throat.

"So...What's your name?" Misae thought for a moment, clearing her head. She was near the human lands where they cursed her name and apparently played target practice with her body.... Giving her name to a stranger probably wouldn't be the greatest idea in the world... "My name... My name..." She murmured, her voice still affected by the weakness of her body. "Seraphina... Seraphina..." She breathed, choosing the name of her mother upon instinct.

Misae sat up, a bloody hand raising to her head as the movement made her dizzy. Too dizzy. With a groan she was sent back to the ground, her muscles simply giving out on her. But it was more than that, there was a stench. A horrible scent which permeated her senses and made her sick. "Put that out...." The woman snarled, everything just making her angry. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to curl up in a ball and just let unconsciousness slip over her. But it wouldn't come and Misae knew that; not when her survival rested with her ability to hold this human form. Not when death stared her so clearly in the eye. "Who are you anyway... And what the hell do you want...?"

((OOC: S'Fine :]))</sub>

[sinn]

Viktor snickered at her attitude, both spoke and unspoken, "That is a way to treat a man who just saved your life." he watched her carefully, her form, her disposition, her demeanor...Something was off about her, something Viktor couldn't put his finger on. He had seen strange things since he's been in this world, a human looking non-human wasn't out of his mind. He chuckled under his breath as he though;

Yeah...She's a dragon in human skin. THAT makes alot of sense. Wait, the arrows was buried in her deep. Why is she not going into shock? Something is defiantly wrong here.

Viktor finally lit the cigar, ignoring her command, "You are lying to me. Do not think I can see through your petty ruse. If you were human you would have gone into shock, you would have passed out...No human, I don't care how strong, could have stayed awake from that." He quickly unholstered his M1911 and leveled it to her head as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs, then exhaled it as he spoke; "Now you are going to tell me who and what you are. And trust me, you don't want to lie in a moment like this. I could finish you off, but I am giving you a chance. Do not waste it. You will not get another."

He knew she wasn't human, or atleast truly human, he needed to keep his guard up...In this forest anything could happen, and it likely would. He kept his M1911 up as he waited for her response.

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<sub>Regeneration was taking place fast and with her new found strength came new found anger. She was furious. Furious that she had been stupid enough to come here of all places to hunt. Yea..thaaat hadn't been a bad idea.. Then there was that stupid kid who had shot her in the first place. Misae frowned at the mere thought of it. Foolish humans... The world would be a better place without them.. She snarled silently, her thoughts suddenly whirling with thousands of ways to eradicate what she saw as the most pesky of races. A force of destruction in this world and any other. How could such a selfish, narcissistic race be anything else?

"That is a way to treat a man who just saved your life." The man's voice snapped Misae from her thoughts, his words making her snort as she tried to hold back from laughing; knowing the action would only cause her pain whereas he could merely shrug it off as a simple jeer from a stranger. Life can truly be unfair at times. "I was fine on my own..." The dragoness argued stubbornly, glaring at the human as she slowly eased herself into a sitting position. Groaning as the movement sent knives of pain through her shoulder, hip and downward into her leg. She would kill that boy, toy with him and then kill him... But vengeance for the female was nothing if not brief and in a day or so she would have all but forgotten it. Her mind was then taken by a horrible stench, even worse than before. Turning her head, Misae's eyes widened to see the cigar just then being lit. However, not used to seeing such things, she stared at it blankly before registering it was like the pipes she sometimes saw the humans using in their petty village festivals. But this one stank worse than any pipe she had ever smelled in her life, it made her eyes burn and water, and her nose burn from the foul stench. Her stomach churned uneasily as if she would throw up simply from the smell.

Wait... I could use that to cauterize this wound... Misae opened her mouth to ask for the horribly smelling thing, but the human beat her to it. "You are lying to me..." The dragoness blinked, caught of guard by the blatant accusation, but as he continued her eyes narrowed and narrowed in fury. How dare he accuse her of lying? How dare he threaten her with it weak human weapons? The shifter scowled, though she made no move to shove the strange gun away from her head. "Now you are going to tell me who and what you are..." Misae almost snarled, all of her strength going into holding back the obviously inhuman action. If she wanted this ruse to even half-way hold, snarling and tearing this fool's throat out with her teeth definitely wasn't a good idea. Still, a girl can dream...

The dragoness snorted, sneering at the man and holding her shoulder tightly to try and slow the blood with ran down her arm, turning her hand red. "I told you who I am, and I would think it to be obvious what I am unless you are blind and dumb." Violet eyes glared at him, daring him to argue. To top it off she leaned forward, closing the couple inches separating her forehead from the muzzle of the gun. "But if you still insist on not believing me then please, go ahead and blow my brains out. I am sure killing solves all of your problems, yes? Someone makes the mistake of cooking your meat wrong instead of yell at him you simply kill him, sounds fail-proof to me.." She continued sarcastically.

To the untrained eye, her body would seem relaxed; at ease. But to a soldier, or those who knew her, they would see the coil of her tones muscles beneath smooth, tanned skin. The sharpness of her eyes which watched the man's finger resting so near to the trigger. With just the slightest tremor of muscle movement, just the slightest hint of movement, and a well placed hand would slam the weapon to the side before the trigger could fully be pulled. The will to live burned as strongly within her as did the fire which thickened her veins. This human wouldn't kill her. Not even a second had passed since she had spoken before her lilting voice again filled the air with its seductive tones. "Give me that." Misae said gruffly, holding out a hand for the cigar. If he was going to stink up the air he might as well keep her from bleeding to death...</sub>[/color]

[sinn]

Viktor exhaled the smoke from his nostrils as he arched an eyebrow at the woman in front of him. She was getting close, within arms length of him. Viktor's mind thought back to his days in Spetsnaz initial training; "In order to properly disarm your foe, you must get close to them. Use deception, making them think you are harmlesss. Then, well before they can react, finish them off"

She knows what she is doing, that is for sure. But I know what she is trying to do and I am not as dumb as this "woman" thinks.

Viktor quickly took a step back as he kept his weapon raised, "No. Justify this how you will, demon. But you will do well not to try that again. If you take a step closer to me I will teach you to breathe from the top of your skull." Viktor noticed she was glaring at him; her eyes narrowing, piercing his insight. A lesser man would have folded, but Viktor had seen more, done more, than a lesser man, her glare was met with a glare of his own. It seemed the two were at an impassible situation when she suddenly asked for his Cigar. He was baffled, she was just holding her eyes and nose in compilation to the cigar's sweet aroma. His mind ran through why she wanted it; She doesn't smoke, I can see that. No, her injuries likely. Possibly to cauterize her wounds. The arrow's diameter is too large for a cigar.

He lowered his weapon as he said; "The cigar will not be large enough to cover the wound. Here." He pulled a lighter, a flask, and an iron plate. He took a swig of the pure Russian Vodka without swollowing, he swished the vodka in his mouth then lit the lighter. The iron bar was brought up between his mouth and the fire created by the lighter. He spit the vodka on the fire that created a spew of fire. The fire met the iron bar, lighting it bright red. To anyone who has never seen a 'fire-spitting' routine, it would have appeared that he was breathing fire.

He danced it in his hands and handed it to her as he said; "Quickly, it will cool very fast. I don't think I need to show you how to cauterize an injury."
He held the red-hot iron bar in his hand as he looked thought;

Calm down, Viktor. Maybe she wasn't hurt bad so she doesn't have to go into shock. No-one here can be trusted, not even in the village. She's not human, you know that. But...No-one else has to know that...

There was something about her, something that reminded him of someone. Someone he had lost long ago. She was angry, but perhaps that anger was fueled by confusion and if she didn't have anyone to lean on, then how much better was he than the people in the village. The ones that shunned him like a leper, he couldn't let that happen to her, he wouldn't let it. He sighed as he put the cigar out;

"You look like you need food. There is some in the village behind me, all you have to do is stick with me." He yawned as he awaited her response.

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<sub>He was cute in the way that snarling whelps usually are, his futile display of aggression bringing a wicked smirk to the dragoness's lips. He wanted to cow her into submission, growling at her about something she hadn't meant to do, but he was a fool if he thought he could tame a dragon. Yes she had gotten closer to him, within striking distance even, but it hadn't been a conscious action. Her instincts were those of a huntress, a killer, what she did or didn't do wasn't entirely her fault. Then again, this male was getting pretty annoying with the way he held his gun at her as if it were really any sort of protection. She could be up and at his throat before his mind even registered the fact that he should shoot. A twinge in her side reminded the woman otherwise; reminded her why she then stood so carefully so as not to make him use the weapon in his hand. She was wounded, he was not. 

"The cigar will not be large enough to cover the wound. Here." Misae watched his trick with contempt, insulted by his immitation of a true fire breather. She would show him. She would teach him never to mock the power and strength of a dragon again. But her body remained still, motionless. Almost statue like in the way her muscles gave not even a twitch of life. If not for the fires blazing in her eyes and the tanness of her skin, one might have thought her dead on her feet. Misae smirked and gave a gloating humph of laughter as she watched him tossing the rod around his hands, trying not to feel too much of the heat. He warned her about it cooling soon and she nodded her agreement, reaching out a slender hand to take the metal bar from him without hesitating any longer. The heat was instantly on her hand, almost unbearable to a human but refreshingly cool to one who was born of fire. The dragoness could sustain the metal's tempurature, could keep the red glow for as long as she wanted, but she needed to keep her act up at least somewhat. Flashing another glare at the man, the woman moved to seal her wound. She needed to be quick.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, Misae pressed the metal tip against the jagged wound the arrow had made. The heat didn't bother her so much as the contact with her wound did, but she kept moving around the bloody tear in her shoulder until a layer of burned flesh had completely stopped the bleeding. The bar dropped to the ground and she lifted her hand as if to press it against the wound but was stopped by the man's words. A good thing, she didn't need to go messing with half stoppered gashes.

"You look like you need food. There is some in the village behind me, all you have to do is stick with me." Misae hesitated, she was hungry of course but did she really want to venture into the village she hated so fiercly? The home of the same humans who hunted her so relentlessly and made her life hell. Then again, to steal their food... Wouldn't that be a battle won? The dragoness grinned, though not enough to reveal the delicate points of her canines, and nodded. "Sure... But you have to leave that here." She said motioning toward the cigar.</sub>[/color] 

[sinn]

Viktor chuckled as he tossed the Cigar down and began walking toward the village, "The people in the village talk about a creature that stalks these woods, something dangerous and fearful."
He looked at the trees as he continued to walk through the thick brush, chopping down any branches and leaves that were in his way the the large kukri he held in his hand, "And I know they're talking about you. I also know you are not human, but I'm willing to look past that. Keep you wits about you, we are moving into the lands soon."

Within minutes they arrived in the medium sized village, just as Viktor said a few moments ago. The people were constantly staring him down and whispering to themselves as he past. To them, his clothes were strange and his weapons were pure magic. But he was also a very capable fighter, and he proved that to them when several larger villagers thought they could muscle him out of the village.

Viktor pushed past the large crowd as he made his way to were they kept their food, unbeknown to the people watching him sharply. Viktor opened the door and led his hand into the dark, food-scented filled room. The people were starting to get anxious, as if they were waiting for something to happen. Viktor on the other hand, was calm and composed, even if the face of the villages most hated enemy.

Suddenly the room on the inside lit with fire and several armed men came rushing at Misea from both sides. Viktor spoke over the grunts and war cries of the men rushing her; "Nothing personal, they just paid me to lure you in here. And with that, I will let this one-sided battle unfold." As the words escaped his lips, Viktor turned and dissapeared into the thick brush the surrounded the village.

The stopped around her as one spoke, "Your time of harassing our village and killing our families is over! We're going to make you sorry. First, we're gonna restrain ya, parade you around to show your defeat, then we're gonna force you into your true form, kill you. Take your head and hang it in the town square. And you can think all this for that Space-age guy who so generously helped us for a few hundred gold and supplies." The men brought their weapons up, ready to attack the hidden beast as they gripped the weapons tighter.

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<sub>The man laughed, and Misae made a face behind his back. Childish, yes, but he was annoying. "The people in the village talk about a creature that stalks these woods, something dangerous and fearful." The woman shrugged. "So.." She grumbled, limping along after her strange guide; trying not to show too much of her pain as she did so. "And I know they're talking about you. I also know you are not human, but I'm willing to look past that. Keep you wits about you, we are moving into the lands soon." The man continued, chopping away at the forest with his overgrown dagger. "I do not understand why you so adamantly believe I cannot be human. It is somewhat insulting." She smirked, an expression lost on his turned back. "Simply because you are taken by my inhuman beauty does not mean I am some creature other than a human." She toyed with him, the cool seduction playing wildly in her lilting voice.

Minutes later they arrived at the village. Misae's breath caught in her through, an occurrence she played off as pains from her wounds but in reality, she was afraid. The dragoness knew by some feral instinct this place spelled death for her. I shouldn't be here... The knowledge hadn't needed to be spoken, but she felt the need to acknowledge its existence with some form of dialogue. The dragoness knew it was a trap, that at any moment someone would jump out at her with swords and knives, rushing her with battle cries. They would die then, but still, she was wounded and fighting would only hurt her worse. Anyhow, it could all just be her imagination running wild with her... Keep your eyes open... Instinct cautioned, instantly sending all of her senses on high alert.

The man led her toward the village's food stores, taking her to a much needed meal and something else she never truly expected. He hesitated when she stepped inside, falling back and letting her pull ahead. Misae should have known then that it was a trap, but the sweet smell of the humans' food flooded her nostrils, making her mouth water and her mind fill with thoughts of the meal to come.

"Nothing personal, they just paid me to lure you in here. And with that, I will let this one-sided battle unfold." Misae's violet eyes widened into blazing flames as she spun, facing emptiness where once the man had stood. She turned back around just in time to see assailants coming at her from all sides. Two men grabbed her arms gruffly, yanking and sending a painful twinge through her wounded shoulder. She yelped and forced back a grin. These men had families and probably daughters, if she could just make them hesitate... "No please!" Misae cried, feigning helplessness. "Please, I am not a beast I swear! I am human! Please! You must trust me!" Sobs cut off her words, tears streaming down her mud streaked face. "Please! Please, I do not want to die!! Please, you have the wrong girl!!"

The man holding her left arm - her wounded arm - lessened his hold some, her story apparently having moved him if only a small bit. Damn... She had no other option, if she didn't strike now another chance might not arise before they had the chance to add a few more to her list of current wounds. Taking a deep breath as the men all glanced about, looking to each other for advice as to what their next move should be. It's now or never. Misae decided, tensing and yanking her left arm away before the man holding it could again tighten his grip. Surprised at the change from blubbering child to vengeful demon, the man was unable to dodge as Misae's had slammed into the side of his head knocking him out cold. The man on her right was another story.

Realizing their foe had begun the fight, the man in front of her charged, the man holding her right arm reached to grab her other arm and hold her still for the kill. What neither of them realized was that being a dragoness mean she was stronger than twenty of their warriors and ten times as fast. Yanking first one way before ducking and shoving her shoulder hard into her captor's ribs, Misae was able to grab him and thus avoid the spear which then buried its head to the wood into his stomach, appearing with a bloody tip through his back. "Missed." Misae gloated with a very inhumanly snarl. With deathly accuracy, her hand darted out and closed around the man's throat - he rendered immobile by his hands seemingly glued to his spear - and tossed him to the side as if he were little more than a blade of grass. Two down and one who would stay there permanently.

"You have lost. I do not wish kill you all, but if you insist on attacking me further then I will burn you alive from the inside out." The ancient leviathan snarled, her face a mask of blood and fury. However, threats alone wouldn't stop these foolish humans. "You killed my brothers!" One of them growled, garnering him a contemptuous sneer. "They were not of your blood, do not lie to me human." Misae replied in a voice a thousand times more feral and vicious. Still, the human insisted on attacking. He gave a battle cry, which soon turned into a scream of agony. "Burn..." The goddess like creature whispered, her words drowned out by the man's screams. Boils appeared on his skin as he clawed at his chest, his stomach, his head, every inch of his body was being supper heated. The blood within him reaching a boiling point. Finally he fell steaming and twitching to the ground, reduced to little more than a smoking heap of meat.

"I grow tired of this.." Misae yawned, raising a flaming hand. The three remaining warriors all took a step back, the one action which most likely saved their lives. Giving a wicked smiled, the delicate points of her fangs glinting in the firelight, the dragoness threw a massive fireball at one of the walls of the storage hut. "I am sure we will meet again soon." And with that, she turned and sprinted into the trees.

One mile. Two miles. Three miles - Misae fell and skided to a stop on loamy soil, gasping for breath as blood soaked through her clothes. "Dammit!!" She screamed, pounding an angry hand into the ground as pain spread through her body. The woman tried to stand, knowing she needed to get away or she would be found again and she would die, but her muscles wouldn't obey. Coughing on the dryness of her throat, Misae decided she would wait a few more seconds only and then force herself to move again. But as her body trembled from overexertion, she knew seconds would be no more near enough time...

((OOC: Jeez..... Sorry for the longness lol))</sub>

[sinn]

Viktor watched as the dragon crashed and burned into the trees then landed with a thud and scream on the dense foliage below, she was a long walk away; at least 500 meters to his twelve. He shrugged as unholstered his 1911 and pulled the slide back, pushing a round into the chamber making the gun "hot" and ready to fire. He rehostered the sidearm as he pulled his very large and very powerful Barret manufactured rifle from his back and pulled the bolt back with a heavy pull, causing a loud "Click-CLICK" to emit from the chamber of the large weapon. He managed to find an older firing pin on his person, allowing him to properly fix the weapon to fire at least one magazine before it would break again. It was only one magazine, but with a .50 Caliber round, it wouldn't take more than one shot to the head to effectively kill her.

She still is powerful, but this round can tear through an Abrams. I just need to make sure I have the jump on her.

Viktor dropped to his stomach and began to slowly low crawl to where she crashed, it was only 100 meters, but it took him well over an hour to reach the wounded dragoness. She was in her human form, causing Viktor to sigh and sling the Anti-Material rifle and to unholster his 1911. The .45 ACP was much smaller than the .50, but for her size and form it would be little more than waste of valuable ammunition. He walked behind her and leveled the pistol to her head, aiming down the sights with his finger wrapped around the trigger just in case she turned to attack. He spoke as he advanced to the injured woman;

"You are a pound and half of finger pressure from losing your head, flip over your on your stomach and keep your hands in the air. You make a move and I'll teach you how to breathe from the top of your skull." The words may have sound joking to anyone else, but Viktor was dead serious.

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<sub>Something was wrong. Something was very - devastatingly - wrong. The sound of metal grating on metal resounded in Misae's ears, a sound which seemed to echo through the forest. Surely it was just her imagination. It had to be. It had to be! That cursed human! I'll tear him apart!! The dragoness screamed inwardly, eyes blazing with anger. The woman knew she didn't have a lot of time, knew in a matter of seconds the man would be there and she would be out of luck. No, worse, she would be dead. "Come on.. Come on!" The female snarled under her breath, trying to force herself on her feet, a task which proved more of a hassle than she had bargained for as she quickly and painfully returned to the ground after each failed attempt to rise. It was all she could do to sit up.

There came a quiver of leaves behind her, the tell-tale sign of a body in the bushes. Misae froze, even her breath catching in her constricting throat. There came a click of metal and her fate was sealed. "You are a pound and half of finger pressure from losing your head, flip over your on your stomach and keep your hands in the air. You make a move and I'll teach you how to breathe from the top of your skull." She could shift in less than a second if she pushed herself, but not even the goddess like creature could move faster than a bullet. The almost impenetrable scales wouldn't have materialized over her skull in time to save her brains from being splattered across the trees around them. Still, being the gutsy little thing she was, Misae couldn't resist the urge to taunt the man further. "Rather fond of that threat aren't you?" The woman sneered, the expression strangely adding to the feral beauty she possessed, not that the man could see it from his vantage point unfortunately. "And why are you so adamant in pointing that stupid thing at me? I cannot even begin to fathom what I could have done to make you hate me so quickly..."

It was demeaning to be forced to such extremes, after all was she not a dragon? The most majestic of creatures, the most magical of beasts, the most powerful of creatures... This male should be bowing to her, not the other way around. Still, here she was, gingerly rearranging herself to comply with this human's commands. Self preservation.... That's all it is... Misae reassured herself, trying to mend her broken pride. Soon she would teach this human the error of his actions. She would teach him the anger of the ancient leviathan, teach him there were simply some beings you did not anger... With a wince, the dragoness finally settled on her stomach, hands resting flat against the ground on either side of her head. "Happy now...?" She spat, the derogatory tone in her lilting voice unmistakable. Even to a half wit human...</sub>[/color]

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Viktor kept his weapon aimed toward her head, ignoring the clearly obvious mocking tone she had thrown at him. He knew she was fast, both physically and mentally, she could easily outmaneuver him should she regain her footing.

Smartass. The village will likely pay me if I bring her back, or I could just shoot her and be done with it.

Viktor kept his finger tightly wrapped around the trigger of the 1911 as he reached into his pocket and grasped two zip-ties tightly in his palm. He continued to watch the ego-broken dragoness as he said;

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there or I will shoot you." Viktor holstered his 1911 as he stretched out the Zip-ties and prepared to tie her wrist together to prevent her from fleeing, "We are going back to the village, and you are going to pay for the innocent lives you have taken. Karma's a bitch." Viktor hoped she would not fight if he got close enough to zip-ties her wrists, the last thing he would want is to fight a dragon by himself.

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<sub>What an odd smell. Out of the corner of her eye Misae caught a glimpse of the alien bindings. Never having seen a zip-tie before, the dragoness looked on with almost infantile curiosity. It wasn't like the leather or hemp string she had seen used in the nearby village, both the smell and appearance were completely different. So what was it? "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there or I will shoot you." The human said, making possibly the biggest mistake he could have made in such a situation: he holstered his weapon. The woman bit back a smirk, for in that small act of foolishness, she had won this battle. "We are going back to the village, and you are going to pay for the innocent lives you have taken. Karma's a bitch."

He leaned in close to tie her wrists, and it was then she would make her move. When he would reach for her, hopefully not paying attention to her feet, she would swing a leg up with the force of a kick from a draft horse in an attempt to sweep his legs out from under him. If this succeeded she would then leap up to straddle his stomach, quickly gathering his hands and pinning them above his head with one hand while the other went to his throat. Her nails would dig into his flesh, her face mere inches from his as she bent low to keep out of the rang of his legs in case he tried to get her off of him.

If her little leg sweep didn't catch him, well, I suppose she would wait and try something else later. It wasn't as if she wouldn't be able to break out of whatever bonds he tried to keep her in anyhow... Hopefully..</sub>

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(Wow my internet had been nose diving. I think it's good for now. Also, I give you permission to damage Viktor, so long as I can react and respond to the damage. No killing though. >)

Viktor took a deep inhale of the cold air that filled the forest as he leaned down and began opening the zip-ties, ready to bind the young woman and take her back to the village. His mind was going through the processes quickly as he pulled the cord out, releasing the ties and enabling them for use. Viktor's lips curled into a smile as he straightened the ties and started to wrap the plastic ties around her wrists. Despite their material, they were incredibly hard to break from, due to the Kevlar weaving in the center of each tie. Viktor's smile was induced by the thought of finally ending this contract, the stories he heard about this woman...This beast..and how she attacked and killed innocent children, but for all he knew they could have been lying, but their currency and supplies was enough for him not to ask any questions. He thought about his training, how he shouldn't have rushed binding a captive, but something was...rushing him...something was forcing him to finish the job, it was like that something was urging him to kill her,

Finish her, why are you bringing her back? They'd pay twice for her head. Viktor shook his head as he argued in his head;

No...NO. She may be a fiend to these people, but I am not an animal, I will not kill the unarmed...I have to hurry and finish this up, before she makes a move.

Viktor was trying to slow himself, but the urge was getting too strong, and it would love nothing more than to watch something bleed. By the time Viktor got close enough to tie her wrists, his mind would be too late to stop and evaluate the situation at hand, by the time he could react, she would've been able to make a counter-attack.