Over and over in her head, all she could hear was her own voice telling her how this was her chance.<span style="font-style: italic">THE CHANCE</span>that she needed to prove herself worthy to dwell among the dragons, to dwell among the only family she had ever known. Her desire, no her need, for this to happen, consumed her thoughts and it was only due to her own familiarity with the woods that she was able to find her way out and into a more open expanse of area some four days later. The air, though we are to be in the time of spring, was chilled and offended her latent Red Dragon ancestry. Overhead, the sky darkened in an unnatural manner and what little magic knowledge that she had shed little light on the matter.<br/><br/>A feeling of unease set in the bone of the half-orc who fingered the handle of her axe, though she resisted the urge to draw it just yet; a hesitation that she regretted a moment later when ghastly figure charged at her, with no sign of slowing. Humans never treated her nor her kin in any kind of caring manner, so with a bitter growl on her lips she charged forth to strike at the foe before he had a chance to strike at her. Fist drawn back and swung with the full weight of her charge behind it, only land a glancing blow that does nothing to the man.<br/><br/>More of a nearly dead creature is what he appeared to be with his current state. Skin taunt over his frame, yellow eyes sunken into his withered skull as foam fizzed from his mouth. The creature might have been a man at some point, but now it was an “IT”.<br/><br/>It tried to grab her, but she dodged to side to try and grapple with the creature. A brief struggle ensues, but the thing struggles free with a kick and puts some distance between her and it. Eyes locked and she snarled the tusks that jut from her bottom jaws, usually enough to deter most from even looking at her twice did little to this thing before her now. Instead, it attacked her, the deathly maw open and agape it lunged for her and managed to get a bite on her. Fortunately, it landed on a section of her armor and she was once again able to shrug the beast off to try for another grapple.<br/><br/>For all the dead that appeared to have taken hold of this thing, it still was smart enough to react and when she lunged to grapple it guided her past him. That was when it lunged and managed to land a bit on her arm,   just under her arm pit. With inhuman strength it bit through her armor, the pain sharp and cold bit through her flesh and threatened to sink into her bones. It took, what felt like a physical shake of her form to get rid of the cold as she turned to face the creature once more. Another grapple attempt, failed yet again and this time when he bites that cold sensation sink in and holds fast. Limbs as stiff as stone, she collapsed to the ground unable to move and caught at the mercy of the thing before her.<br/><br/>Heart, pounded in her chest, and she began to feel that surge just before the rage set in. Before the beast began to try and force itself free. Perhaps, it was that surge that allowed what infection the creature had place into her to work its way through her system faster? Just as the thing pounced on her, she was granted movement with to her limbs once more and she caught it by its throat. With a shove and a growl she jumps back to her feet and decides that enough was enough; battle axe drawn, the weapon given a spin in her hand to settle into a comfortable grasp. On her next attack the blade cut right into its hip, the bite deep though once withdrawn not an ounce of blood seeped out. Instead, her stomach churned from the stench of rotting flesh that escaped the wound.<br/><br/>In a state of living death or not, it knew when to run and so that it what it did. However, Rashada, was not one to ever just let such a creature escape. Not after it had bitten, twice. The roar that left her lips as she charged the beast would have been one that struck fear in the hearts of many, though this creature seemed to be scared plenty with the pain that she had just inflicted on it. Axe raised high over-head, she brought the axe down with enough force to cleave the creature clean in two. Finally, dead the half-orc stared down at her kill, up at the darkened sky and then trotted off once more in the direction she had been heading in the first place.<br/><br/>As she traveled, the night became day once more and she spots smoke in the distance. No movement to be seen so she advances on what comes to be a scene of a battle. Two red young dragons are among the dead and sorrow clutched at her heart, while she scanned the strange markings that dotted their bodies. Magic was used against them, though what kind she could not even begin to understand and without any fallen spellcaster to search she could only speculate. The sorrow of her heart turned to rage as she swore to find whomever responsible and slay them in retribution for the murdered dragons. Weary from travel and with an urge to satiate her rage, she picks through the corpses of the burnt humans, finding three suitable to being carved up and eaten for a meal before she set up a small camp for the night. No fire this night as she cuddled beside the body of one of the dragons and turned in for the night.