Noxaura did not bother to dodge her dragon as her back hit a tree, palms resting on his snout, staring into molten eyes as big as herself. "Dizzard..." She tilted her head to the side. "You are but a simpleton if you have failed to realise that you have more than fulfilled your usefulness as the tool that I created. So it would most likely be in your best interest to find anyone else." With a sigh she shook her head, absently letting her fingers dance over his scales. "I still stand by my statement. I have no need for companions, it is both a waste in effort and time. Tools and pawns are at least useful, discardable, and predictable." Some might call her words cruel and heartless, but in truth she had to be. Because feeling anything and connecting to anyone was like opening up a festering wound, and if she was to complete her task they could not be an obstacle.<br/><br/>If anything Astarot was the embodiment of the very last of her emotions, her heart, so she did not have to bear them or she would suffocate.<br/><br/>In turn her heart had turned to stone and her emotions to ice, effectively turning herself into just another weapon. Because once she finally collected the last head, she was finally going to be able to face her family.<br/><br/>Averting her gaze from Astarot his words hanging heavy in the air, she said after a long moment, "well then I am to disappoint you I am afraid, "she grunted softly as he flicked her up and onto his snout, straddling him once more, "because I am no longer that little girl." She stood up, staring down at him with cold eyes. "Stop trying to paint me as something more than I am. I am nothing but a cold hearted assassin, monster, nightmare, who would just as soon kill the King as kill a peasant with a family who got in my way." She knelt down, placing her palm to his forehead, allowing him to feel the truth of the cold cruelty within her.<br/><br/>"You know so much yet so very little, Astarot." She stood up and hopped off his snout to land on the grass. "For now we still have an agreement," she said and began walking away. That is until she could find him a new rider, a new Queen. Then she would sever their bond so he could make a new one, a better, healthier one. She could do it, but knew it would be a painful process. Yet for Astarot it was his best chance of survival, for once she'd gotten her vengeance, she would no longer stay in this world because there would be nothing left to keep her there.<br/><br/>"You can either stay here or follow, but I am going to see what villages or towns I can find, seeing as you have turned all of my stolen supplies and weapons to ash, yet again, and brought me to a useless horde of bones and rusted weapons." Not to mention she would have to find food and shelter to rest before long, though if need be a thick tree branch, and a few small animals would do just as well. Living on little to nothing was not new to her. Part of her 'training' they had said.<br/><br/>Though the further she walked the more she noticed the usual animal chatter to be expected in these large Northern woods was rare and few between, like they had all fled. And now that she was no longer near the cave, she picked up the stench of decay clinging to the blossom sweet air. Brilliant. Astarot was the new King of a dying woodland valley. Some land he had chosen to build his kingdom upon.