Rashada awoke to a bright dawn sun that did little to ease the deep chill in her bones, armor soaked with morning dew. The area around her remained motionless, even the smoke from the day before long gone now. Stretching the cold from her bones best she could, Rashada began to ponder on how to deal with the bodies of her dragon friends. Leaving them out for the humans to pick at was not something she would like to do.<br/><br/>Unfortunately these dragons were of the fire, and would not burn like any other body. That left but magic to do the deed. It left her uncertain, for while the arcane arts were no stranger to her, she knew well that her skill with it was random at best. It wouldn't hurt to try though, she thought, and began remembering her teachings on the subject. Lightning would probably work, so picking into the tap of energy that was her magic, she crept forward to the body. Getting there in extreme speed, her hand grasped the dead snout and she spoke the needed words, the creatures head lighting up in an electric glow. When done, the head was a blackened crisp, but the body was still untouched.<br/><br/>Dismayed but not disheartened, she tried again. This time at normal speed but the effect was lessened, the charred edge of the previous attempt moving a short 5 inches up the body. Getting frustrated she moved her attempts to the second dragon and in a rushed rage cried out the incantation again. This time though, nothing happened. Not one spark. Her magic spent, she raged to herself and lack of ability, futily attempting to try again knowing that her power was gone until further rest, but the head responded nonetheless. It exploded.<br/><br/>Shock was clear amongst the new gore that covered her face, but what she had set to do was accomplished, more or less. With hope that another dragon might see this and finish her work, she set off on her journey once again to the North East.<br/><br/>The trip was an easy one with nothing of note until Rashada's first true obstacle. The wide river Crystal. Though slow, the river was easily a mile wide, barely able to see the other side, and it is commonly known the river runs very deep, as much as 40ft. She looked around, but there was no bridge in site. Avoiding civilization meant that there would probably not be one for miles. Still she needed a way across, and began to look for materials near the river. Many hours were spent but the area was little traveled if at all, and she found little more than reeds and grass. Set to swim across now regardless the danger, Rashada spent another hour searching for a narrow portion, and found just that.<br/><br/>Seeing the edge a mere 100 yards away, Rashada set to tie her gear into a bundle to carry easily, and walked into the quickened current attempting to wade across. Mistakes were made, as the current was far faster than she had anticipated. It quickly swept her away and sent her gear forward as she lost her grip in the confusion. Gaining her bearings quickly, near panic set in as her belongings floated away. Swimming for it she grabbed it quickly, but the lack of an arm to swim now was foreign and the current pulled her and the gear underwater. Mustering up all her strength, She swam as hard as she could exhausting herself, but making it to the rivers edge on the other side.<br/><br/>Crawling slowly, a deep shiver started to set into her body. She needed fire, but with everything wet and soaked around her, she'd need to find fuel, and fast. Luckily, the area must have been in a drought a mile from the river, as dried brush and saplings were plentiful. Disrobing completely and starting that fire, the chill was finally leaving her bones, and the exhaustion began to set in.<br/><br/>Before sleep could be taken, the silence of the fire was interrupted by the bleating of livestock upstream. A barge was slowly making it's way down the river filled with sheep and it's two shepherds. From the tone of their conversation, it was clear that Rashada was their topic of interest. A nude half-orc lounging by a fire was not a common site after all. Grimacing at the interruption, Rashada snarled and growled loud enough for them to hear. The group jumped and the sheep were startled, one of the animals going overboard. The men didn't seem to pay it any mind as they rowed faster downstream, but Rashada gazed at the fallen sheep hoping it would swim her way.<br/><br/>When it didn't, the curses screamed towards the animal are best left to the imagination. Exhausted, Irritated, and just plain done with the day, Rashada passed out near the fire to be undisturbed until the next morning.<br/><br/>Waking warm and refreshed, Rashada stretched and got dressed, grimacing at the clouds to the North. As expected, a few hours into her travels rain began to fall, and brought bad memories from the night before with its cold. She continued nonetheless until two figures in the distance caught her eye. Their silhouettes were large, and assuming orc, Rashada called out to them in that tongue.<br/><br/>"Friend or Foe!"<br/><br/>They walk a bit further and stop a good distance away. "You not from here female. Are you of tribe or outcast?" One of them calls back, obviously male. His voice is rugged and gravely, similar to Rashada's but much deeper, and his speech was unrefined.<br/><br/>"I'm Kin of the Dragons. Red Dragons are my Tribe. What is your tribe?"<br/><br/>They visibly glance at each other, but the reason why is lost in the distance and rain. "You kin of dragon? You look more like soft orc. Your armor not of soft humans though." They paused for a moment before speaking again. "Why you so far from home?"<br/><br/>"I hunt for a great treasure. To bring back to the dragons!"<br/><br/>At that they laughed hard. "Oh great mighty treasure everywhere in empty plain. Why not look in city of man hmm? They have many shinies for dragon beast!"<br/><br/>"Humans are more trouble than worth. Besides, how do you know what I mean by treasure? A treasure is only as valuable as the person who values it!"<br/><br/>They waved their hands up at her in dismissal. "Even speak like the soft ones. If you travel through be quick. We not kill own kind and you have little shinies I bet." They chuckled a bit and finally turned away, apparently done with her. "Good luck helping your dragon masters soft orc."<br/><br/>"They are not my Masters! And I am not soft!" She shouted back, but it fell on deaf ears as they continued to walk into the rain. The rage on Rashada's face at that moment was no different than that of madness. Brought so low in the last few days, only to be mocked by the only other species she identified with. Something snapped, and her form quickly shifted to not that of an orc, but a beast only spoken of in the tales of man and orc alike.<br/><br/>A werewolf<br/><br/>Running forward as fast as her new legs could take her, she charged into the first orc, rending the flesh at the back of his neck through, his spine severed in one clean swipe. The only remaining orc doubled back, and started screaming at the top of his lungs, "Witch! She-witch! DIE!!!" falchion gleaming in the rain. It swings, but Rashada was too fast, and her jaws of the wolf slammed shut upon the throat of the orc, ceasing his final breath hard until he went limp in her jaws. Standing over their limp bodies, she leaned in close and whispered so quiet it was barely heard by even her over the rain. "Who's soft now?"<br/><br/>Nearby a small orc tribe was getting ready for night as the rain was stopping when a demonic howl was heard in the distance. Many children huddled around their mothers as the guard looked uneasy around the camps perimeter. Waiting for a hunting party that would never come back.