Bloodfang rose to her haunches in a growl, sniffing Talianna's scent and midly confused by the strong smell of sex and human. She crunched down the last few bones of the deer, giving another grunt, this one of hunger. Talianna gently cooed to her Cold One, patting the beast's scaled head, she knew Bloodfang ached to be let loose to hunt, but with the Kurgan so close the Elf didn't want to risk it.<br/><br/>Suddenly the Nauglir's stance changed, hurrying to its legs with a bellowing roar that shook the very stables, making the animals inside shreik and kick in fear of Bloodfang's rage. Talianna's stomach plumeted, she knew Bloodfang only grew agitated like this when she smelt danger. That meant Kurgans. She unbolted the thick wooden door holding the Nauglir in, the beast straining as Talianna looped a bit between her jaws and a bridle around her neck, there was no time for a saddle. Bloodfang stamped and growl as Talianna mounted her, eager to fight and feast on her victims. Talianna kicked the beast one, the Cold One emerging from the stables in a bloodhungry bellow as she threw her head up to the sky. Talianna gripped the reins, the scales on which she sat were smooth and she could easily fall off if she wasn't wary. She  turned Bloodfang on the spot, drawing Hatetongue in a hiss of scraping steel, the blade sighing and gasping as the runes tasted battle afoot.<br/>"Hear me, humans! A battle approaches, hide and cower if you wish, if you have more than worms for guts than come with me onto glory!" she yelled, not surprised that no villager stepped forward.<br/><br/>The village broke into a mass panic, people hurrying back in doors or being woken to the hysteria. Talianna cursed them to the Dark Mother for their wanting courage before looking to Bianka. Her gut twisted, the very thought of her dying on this coming battle made something inside her cry out in alarm, and the chances of it happening could be very real indeed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>