The cave was dark and heavy with the scent of iron. As the lone knight ventured deeper she would begin finding more and more patches of blood smearing across the walls and floors, with all sorts of bones and abandoned armor strewn about. Nothing seemed to be of any particular value, however, if only due to the years of neglect. The gold, as best as anyone could tell, would be kept in the very back of the cave, where the dragon could protect it at all times.<br/><br/>Not even the great beast herself knew just how long she had toiled away within the cave, nor did she particularly care. Dragons were blessed with very long lives after all. Still, the little humans had begun to buzz more and more as the years passed by. Her little cave was becoming an attraction one warrior at a time, much to the disdain of its occupant. Humans always did have a knack for taking what wasn't theirs. And at this moment, it would appear that yet another insect was storming the castle, so to speak.<br/><br/>The sound of claws scraping against stone rang through the tunnels, and a set of low, heavy steps began to make their way towards the entrance. There didn't seem to be any rush nor sense of urgency, but after no more than a minute, the beast's face was revealed.<br/><br/>Standing just within the cave's mouth was not a great dragon, or even a giant. In fact, the figure appeared to be quite small. This beast was no more than a woman, standing at roughly five foot three. Her hair was about chin length and a dark, bloody red that matched her hungry red eyes. A pair of black, ram like horns extended from the sides of her head, and four very small black spines peeked up from just above her eyebrows. Two thin metal bars went through the bridge of her nose, a small hoop hung from her septum, and a ring wrapped around the center of her lower lip. The small girl's eyes were large and curious, and her nose pointed up in a way that almost resembled that of a pixie.<br/><br/>As for armor, the 'beast' seemed quite lacking. All she had was a pitch black piece that covered her chest down to her stomach, though the sides weren't fully covered, and a black, metallic skirt that fell to her knees. Skirts never had been quite in the girl's taste, but they allowed for much more movement in her opinion. If she was going to half ass protection, she may as well be practical about it. Anyway, fighting just wouldn't be any fun if there weren't any wounds gained. And besides, it was only fair that she give her opponents a minor advantage. Fairness was far from a virtue of hers, but power most certainly was. There just wasn't any point in winning if the enemy was a push over!<br/><br/>There the woman stood, eyes big and questioning as they swept up and down the warrior's figure. It's not as thought she never had a woman visitor, but they were a rarity without question. "Oh," she said in a soft, bored tone. "Another one. Are you too looking to beat me into submission? Pillage my treasury? Slit my throat?" Her lips curled up into the faintest of smiles and a soft chuckle escaped her throat. "You're built to fight alright! But seriously, do you have a death wish? If you go away right now you can see another day. Otherwise, I hope that armor isn't as shitty as it looks."