This dragon was grating on her last nerve with his apparent jovial insults and irritations. At least he had gotten something right, a fool he definitely was. Though she wasn't so foolish herself as to think this dragon was anything a pure beastly, killing machine with ancient magic running through its very veins that could crush her without a thought if it weren't for their bond. His fun and games did nothing to lower her shields and she wasn't about to start now as she side stepped to avoid the unwanted tap to the head.<br/><br/>It made her sick to think her families murderers were still desecrating her families memory and legacy. They were still taking from them even after all these years. But despite the rock in her stomach, she could only shake her head. "That boy, Darathorn, is nothing but a vain, foppish, crooked-nosed knave. Just like his father he flaunts his power and wealth, however, unlike his father, he is nothing but a pathetic, worm," she told him, crossing her arms. "He hides behind others and is only half descent at using a blade or bow. He is an excellent illusionist mage, but generally swoops in to give the final blow and take the credit for the hunt. He uses his fathers men as his own personal guard and servants to do as he pleases under his fathers nose. A greedy coward with a false title. Apparently he is meant to be off training new hunters, fathers orders. He is barely a threat, more of an annoyance," she told him, taking a step away from the cloud of smoke he created.<br/><br/>Scrutinising his form, she slowly circled him, wrinkling her nose. "Very believable form, but you reek of smoke, death, and ancient magic. Any shifter under the King's thumb will be able to pick up on your scent a mile off if not more. Not to mention you are giving off heavy amounts of magic. Any mage will have no problem tracking your signature. I will fashion you a strong dampening amulet later, as for now..." she pressed her thumbnail into her palm, drawing blood. With a quick swish of her finger she drew a symbol on her palm. Holding her hand palm up, with a flick of her wrist and a one word command she drew a large orb of water up into the sky. Bringing her palm to her lips she licked the blood clean, which in turn brought the water crashing down on top of Astarot. "There, your scent will end here. But we will both need to obtain some scent masks later."<br/><br/>"My sources tell me the King has gathered at least half of his most trusted men and women already. The other half he has sent word to and they are making their way to the Kingdom. Apparently he has doubled the guards and wards around the castle. His orders are to find and capture us both alive at any cost, and anyone harbouring us is to be executed along with their family, but anyone who hands us in, will get their weight in gold and a few acres of land. So now the nearest towns are now crawling with the King's soldiers, searching. What is most annoying is he sent his top three mages after us via dragons the moment you broke through the throne room roof, so they are not far behind, meaning we must move very soon," she informed Astarot.<br/><br/>"So ..." She casually raised her thumb to her lips and bit down drawing blood. "Despite his measly forces..." she calmly let her blood drip from the wound, the drops coming to a halt suspended in the air. "And the fact I could reclaim what is mine today with very little effort..." She licked her wound closed and raised her hand. Her fingers danced and the blood began to form a circle as tall as Astarot, spinning faster and faster as a thin shimmering veil appeared in the centre, like looking at the still surface of a pond. "Right now, the King's forces are too close on our tail." She turned to look to Astarot. "I wish to exhaust and thin out the forces after us and lull my prey into a false sense of ease before striking. So going where the King has no command is our best option, whilst we rest, gather information, supplies and they lose their minds and sleep looking for us. The South would not be my choice, but seeing as you are so<i>insistent</i>for reasons I cannot fathom yet, we shall go South as you wish."<br/><br/>Turning to look up at the clear sky she sighed, "they will be upon us soon. I can hear them in the distance." She gestured to her creation. "Seeing as I have never been to the South I cannot take us there. However, you seem to know the South through the memories you have inherited. So hold the image of the part of the South you wish to be in your mind and touch the surface to bring our destination into focus. Make sure it is a strong memory, image and preferably one of open land. We do not want to be caught unawares," she told him, waiting for him to touch the surface. "Once the image is clear, step through the portal."