<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Basilica_Anime-by-Ashen-Ray.jpg">[ img ]</a>(human form)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/WhiteDragon-1.jpg">[ img ]</a>(dragon form)<br/>Osioa<br/>22 (human years)<br/>Dragoness<br/><br/>Osioa had spent years hiding away from the ever changing tides of humankind. She'd secluded herself away in a place so well hidden...you could only stumble upon it by sheer luck or totaly accidental. She wished to remain alone. As her kind had started to die out many centuries ago. And she had refused a mate...even knowing that doing so would be the end of her kind. But that wasn't her concern anymore...it wasn't her fault that humans had started hunting dragons for fun. Nor was it her fault that all the male dragons were quite easily made extinct. Along with 95% of the female dragons.<br/><br/>She prefered her solo lifestyle. Loved the peace and quite of the surroundings of the house she'd found and rebuilt. She often would travel outside and into the nearby forest. She knew almost everything that went on in her side of the woods. The animals often came by to tell her news or the events of the day. But as of late...the animals had been growing distant. And she had a bad feeling...it meant humans...were coming closer. She didn't wish to believe this...afterall. Humans no longer believed in her kind...so what possibiliy was there that they would head her way? Slim to none. She shakes it off as being super cautious.<br/><br/>Osioa was walking back to her home. She'd just gotten in through the back entrance when she heard a sound similiar to a woodpecker pecking at a tree. Which struck her as odd...it was way too late in the year for woodpeckers. She shrugs it off at first as nothing but a figment of her imagination. And walks further into the house. Yet the second time she heard it she began to wonder if she was either losing it...or there really was someone at the door. It wasn't until the third tapping sound of something hitting the wood of her front door that she actually believed there was someone there.<br/><br/>This fact struck her as odd. And would have made her nervous...had she not been as trained in self control over her emotions as she had become. She walks slowly towards the front door. Taking her time in hopes whoever it was would give up and just go away. It didn't take long til she came to the realization that her hopeful wishing was not going to become a reality. She sighs and approaches the door. Slowly turning the knob and opening it a crack. She opens it wider to see a male who appeared to be human. He looked about ready to fall flat on his face.<br/><br/>Seeing this made her feel sympathy. As she opened the door all the way. And kneels down so that she is eye to eye with the man. "Who are you? Why are you here? And do you need a bed in which to rest?" she asks it with very little emotion. She kept emotions closely gaurded and well hidden. Though the faint hint of worry for the man did wiggle its way out and into her tone.<br/><br/>She pulls him up. Trying to make it look like she struggles alot to do so. Wrapping his arm over her shoulders...she slowly helps the man inside. "Shina! Shina! Bring me a warm robe!" she calls out to one of the few people who worked and lived inside her home. She blinks as she hadn't known that a man could be so hard to move. But she finds herself truly having to work hard to not drop him or allow his clearly exhausted form to collapse. Which would possibly cause her to go down with him. Which in turn would prove to be a very ackward and comprimising position.