There was an upsetting rustle in the forest. The birds had cleared some of the area as if they had been startled by something, and the sudden bursts of noise from young beings nearby had put the game animals on full alert so hunting was really difficult and had to be done more on a chance basis as opposed to patience basis. There was also a really horrid smell. Rotten meat smells bad enough, but Juneava recongized this smell and didn't need to see the body to know what it was. It smelled of foul poison upon an organic form, flesh. And the noise was coming from that general direction. Be they prey, they sure made themselves known for a few miles to those with sharp senses, such as herself. Such senses came from doing ones hunting and own survival among the wilderness. Even a mortal human could achive such sense be they a master survivalist, a forest hermit or some military trained individual. Perhaps the best known would be Tarzan in a sense.<br/><br/>Her family had warned her that the world as a fast majority had forgotten her species. Her family wasnt' a traditional family in the sense, it included her mother and other females and children of the clan. Males were more Nomadic and only the best of couples could life together in a place that was rife with life. Such magic to make sure that was possible was mainted in some form by all the members of the clan, Juneava included even that part seemed small. The Half Dragoness had temporarily postponed the hunt due to the noise and to the smell. She would live off another day of dried meat commonly known as jerky instead of fresh and bloody. She stopped though and sniffed, thinking she smelt something familiar before continuing to the clearing where the voices were coming from.<br/><br/>Aside from the Poisoned Carcass, this is what she saw:<br/><br/>Some kind of human shy girl bleeding and not careing - prey<br/>A blue headed girl that looked sick - possible prey yet one that may fight back<br/>Some guy that didn't smell human, yet something else a bit sulferous? Definatly a challenger<br/>And then there was another male in this little group, he seemed quiet but not something to be underestimated.<br/><br/>She had taken these first impressions from the top of the tree, but then Juneava decided she had become fed up with the noise. For one thing she was lost, in search of some Magical sort High School nearby as she's a new, fresh transfer. She landed in between the group of humanoids and the kill, not in her more fleshy humanoid elven like appearance, but in her elven face scalie form. In this form her normally brunnete hair shined many colours of fancy earthern crystals and gems while her skin shined of diamonds, precious gemstones and ores, as well as crystals. Her eyes were the only constant and they gleamed amethyst. Her tail swished back and forth while her horns seemed a bit more twisted, yet it was her claws and teeth that looked the most menacing. When she<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zgea6Q1gQI">spoke, her voice was deep yet feminine not masculine</a>and it was thick, in an accent of her race despite the fact she spoke quite good English despite it being her second language.<br/><br/>"Your voices are loud, can hear for miles, scare all the game." Juneava spoke before transforming back to her fleshy appearance, one that was of a peachy skinned girl with brunnete hair, violet eyes and elven ears. A build that stated more than atheletic but far from body builder. Across her single D breasts hung a low necklace made from teeth and claws of her fresh hunt. Her tail came and went in this form, she looked more like a succubus than what her race actually was in this form. She turned and faced the kill and knelt beside it.<br/><br/>"No broken or fallen trees, yet this is simalar to a Wyvern...yet Wyverns don't fly. Huge offshoots...too small of wing" Juneava spoke. "No crater either, and lack of blood, deer was not killed here, but was dropped from low height." Juneava got up and walked towards the group, her claws retracting to appear as talons for finger nails. "I have not heard of any of my kind outside the mountains and biomes of my home, poison is their breath. A male possibly. You" She said looking at the males, "Vhich of you are leader?"