Noxaura gasped, her eyes shifting to inhuman slits to match the beast she currently stood atop. Her vision flickered as her world was sucked through a tunnel, coming to intense focus, showing her the dragoness below with far more clarity. It took a couple of blinks to realise she was experiencing what Astarot was through their bond, able to see what he saw. It was strange, new and yet familiar. Interesting... useful.<br/><br/>That was until Astarot's emotions came tumbling after, hitting her full force, forcing her to brace an arm on one of the horns in his crown. Her head felt like it might split, making quick work of breaking the link. Her vision returned to normal, allowing her to gain her bearings again.<br/><br/>Immediately she looked down at the dragoness below, watching the fight brewing between them about to unfold before her. Never in her years had she seen an elder dragon fight another, so this was going to be interesting and informative. Though it would have been better to observe the fight between two health elders, but this was Astarot's choice of prey, not hers.<br/><br/>"Queen?" She placed her hands on her hips. "I thought I made myself clear-" But now was not the time for talk, as the dragons began circling each other, waiting for one or the other to make the first strike.<br/><br/>Before she knew it she was straddling Astarot and the fight was taken to the air in one swift strong beat. Grabbing hold of one of his spines she held on, heels of her feet digging into his sides in her efforts to remain in the saddle as it were. Except the sudden impact nearly threw her clear off if it were not for her quick thinking. With ropes of blood she yanked herself back onto Astarot's back, skidding over his scales as she used a crystallised blood sword to break her momentum, grasping onto another one of his spines. Absorbing the sword, she held on, activating a gravitational spell that kept her attached to Astarot.<br/><br/>Yet the fight was brief but fierce as in the next moment, his target was being made to yield, clearly out matched and beaten. Understandable, this stung the dragoness, but a win was a win. However, the stench of blood did not fill her nose as she expected, instead she watched as Astarot let his prey slink off with her tail between her legs.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, Noxaura did not say anything in response to his delight and excitement. Instead she walked along his back, breaking the gravitational spell, before taking an elegant little dive and flip off his snout.<br/><br/>Landing on the lushous grass without so much as a whisper of a sound, she rose to her feet, back to Astarot. Her long red locks were the only thing covering her bare bosoms. "I would have killed her," she said over her shoulder, looking up at Astarot with gleaming black eyes. "But it is your choice what you do with your prey, not mine." She turned to face him. "Bravo," she crossed her arms, "Correction. Your lands, your reign. You won this fight, not me. Do what you will with your precious won horde and land," she told him.<br/><br/>She turned on her heel and made her way back inside the dragoness' nest. Forced to dodge acidic puddles, she walked over bones both old and new as she collected both weapons that had fallen from the dragons prey and the scraps of clothing that had not made it down the beasts gullet, still attached to half rotting corpses and bones.<br/><br/>Returning she wore leather hide bound trousers, boots secured with leather straps and a white shirt that was tucked in because it was too big, the neckline ending by her belly button. Shrugging on a dark cape, she slung a handful of weapons before Astarot as she began braiding her hair and tying it off with a leather cord. "Pathetic, rusted, broken, useless, all of it." Straightening her cape she looked up at him. "Is this your idea of gathering resources, supplies and weaponry?"<br/><br/>Hands on hips she gave him an icy stare. "What happened to the South? Not to mention, need I keep reminding you that I have no desire to become this fabled Queen you keep bellowing of." She shook her head. "Well you have your land, your horde from which you can rule. I do not have time for your games Astarot. Enjoy your new kingdom," she told him, turning her back on him as she began walking away. "I have more important things to tend to." Like exacting her revenge. Now she had nothing, gathering supplies and weaponry was first on the agenda seeing as Astarot had burned all of her stolen goods, along with some descent battle sturdy clothing.