Aviana<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i1079.photobucket.com/albums/w507/XarcesTheDelicious/Ref%20Pics/3d5ee50507748fd7972bbd3e311f349c_zpsnbj1xg2i.jpg"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Watching as Miku and Jule's examine the weathered map the latter had found, Aviana slips in behind the large feline, wrapping her arms gently around her waist, and pulling her into a tender embrace. Standing much shorter than the amazonian cat woman, at a mere 5'4" Aviana's soft breasts press firmly against the feline's shapely rear, trapping the base of her tail within her pillowy cleavage,  as her head rests peacefully upon the small of her back. Aviana, releasing a happy little sigh as she inhales the catgirl's scent. Her hands meanwhile clasp together before Miku's bared midriff, pressing the soothing warmth of her palms inward against the feline's tummy  "You always were one to trust in your gut." she whispers with a teasing demeanor hidden within her silky voice, a voice with a soft draconian accent. "and that gut of yours has often been right....why it was your gut that led to us meeting after all, was it not?" she recalls, grinning into the feline's back, rolling her chin against the powerful muscles beneath her soft, taut skin, to place but a single kiss from her oh so supple lips against her flesh. "Mmmm I'm still making it up to you, my darling cat-panion.... for the damage i caused on that day." she humms happily, as the scene replays in her minds eye. Recalling how the large feline had picked her out of a crowd, had followed her through that entire town, always there in the corner of her eye, watching with overtly hungry eyes. Why Aviana had even heard the woman's stomach growling on several occasions, and caught a glimpse of her licking her lips... although she'd not let on. Acting as if nothing was amiss she continued, at least until the moment the feline made her move. No sooner had she been scooped up in those powerful arms, had her golden eyes set upon the feline's gaping maw, had she channeled one hell of a jolt through the woman's entire body. She felt bad about it after, and having taken the time to converse with the attractive catgirl, she found herself coming to like her, finding a certain comradery, a connection within her, and even coming to fall for her even as the pair, along with their serpent ally have traveled together ever since.<br/><br/>Of course a part of Aviana thinks back to that day for different reasons, than to rejoice about the friendship formed....rather she finds herself wondering what if...what if she hadn't acted in self defense...what if she'd allowed the feline to simply swallow her down and make a meal of her on that very day, as she's seen her do with so many other's during their time spent together... Shaking her head clear of such thoughts as the others in her party prepare to move onward, Aviana lets out but a single shudder, accompanied by a myriad of goosebumps sprouting up on her smooth creamy skin, the only indication of her secret fascination as her demeanor otherwise returns to the confident dragon girl that everyone knew and loved. Her long scarlet hair, cascades down her back. flowing freely around the base of her draconic wings, coming to rest just above the shapely curve of her perfect little rump, the base of a long, sinuous draconic tail sprouting just above that delectable rear of hers, swishing it's shimmering black form happily behind her,  as she slips around the side of her companion, tracing and hooking her dainty little digits within the curve of Miku's hip. "Treasure is it... if there is one thing I'm accustomed to, it's treasure." she murmurs, casting a single sexy smirk back at her group mates as she strides ahead of them with a skip in her stride.<br/><br/>Her golden eyes scan the path before them, as everyone else would now be able to see her beautiful body in full view. The armor she wears, though of top quality and craftsmanship, leaves little to the imagination. Covering only what it needed to, her feet and most delicate areas, namely her breasts and pelvis, as the rest of her fair, mouth watering skin, was on full display, interrupted only periodically by a smooth little patch of black scales. Strong lithe legs, support her petite frame, as the curves of her body only serve to accentuate her beauty, possessing a form befitting a princess of fairy tale, as in fact that was not far from the truth.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Aviana was raised in the company of dragons, being the only half breed of her siblings. She was pampered among her father's children. The great wyrm harboring a love for the mortals of the realm, saw in his daughter a chance to finally make amends with the people of the neighboring towns, and villages, to dispel the fear in their hearts at the mention of the Darkfang name, and bring forth an era of peace between dragon and man the likes of which that corner of the world had never known. To this end Aviana was taught the way of man, was encouraged to visit their lands, to converse and trade with their merchants, becoming a diplomat of their clan. During these journies she was encouraged to wear the finest and most ornate armors she could find within the hoards of her father, and was always accompanied by her eldest brother Xarius, taking on the form of a human; all to ensure Aviana's safety.<br/><br/>As she grew, she quickly came to adapt to the customs, languages, and way of life of the elf, and human, societies she visited; beginning to enjoy her time among them more and more. While her father was pleased at her progress, seeing his dreams coming to fruition. Not all among her siblings shared his sentiment. Amethyst, her purple eyed, pure blooded sister, was the most vocal in opposition, often speaking poorly of the half breed's futile attempts at peace. Cornering and toying with her whenever the opportunity arose, threatening that should she ever catch her away from the other's she'd make a meal of her then and there, and leave daddy's precious little princess, as little more than a steaming pile on the forest floor below.<br/><br/>Her dragon kin where not the only ones with ill intent towards her however, as many where the number of passions that rose as she walked the streets of humanity, or stomachs that rumbled at the sight of her body. The queen of an elven city even offered their clan, a great deal of gold and promised regular sacrifices should her father allow her to feast upon her half blooded child. Aviana, not wanting to become a meal for the queen,  narrowly avoided incarceration on that day, vowing never again to step foot in that village again. Even going as far as to report back to the others that it was to be avoided at all costs.<br/><br/>Although Aviana had made great strides, those among them working to circumvent the progress she'd made would inevitably win out. As one day, while Aviana was returning with her brother, the two where ambushed and surrounded; attacked by a group of slavers. Though Xarius fought fiercely he was ultimately cut down. While he lay broken and bleeding, the elven slavers descended upon the hapless dragon girl. Taunting her with how much money they'd make off her, of how much fun they would have with her before turning her over. Her golden eyes fearfully locked on theirs, scanning the group, sensing their sexual and physical hunger. It seemed all was lost, when a robed figure suddenly leapt from the bushes. Brandishing a weapon composed of metal the likes of which she'd never before seen. Darkest black, seeming to emit an etheric haze around it's very being. The hilt being adorned by a raven's head, the cross guard it's wings, as the eyes on the blade glimmered with what seemed to be an intelligence all it's own. The curved blade whistled through the air, rending flesh, and carving bone alike. The mysterious assailant of the slavers cutting them down one after another. Only sustaining but a single blow throughout the battle. Yet as the final slaver was laid low, and the robed figure turned to address the frightened, and shivering Aviana, he too would fall dead on the spot, having been badly poisoned  by that single blow, amidst the chaos of combat.<br/><br/>Aviana wept for the death of her brother, and for that of the mysterious man who had saved her. Alone and afraid, she knew she stood little chance of her own in the wild, and yet had to get back to her father...but she would not have time to dwell on this matter. For one of the slavers had not been entirely killed, a large ox of a man rose to his feet. Leaping at the tiny dragon girl who frantically reached for the first thing she could find; the robed figure's blade. She clutching the raven pommel just as the man's weight came crashing down upon her. He pinning her arm in place, preventing the use of the blade, as the other placed a knife to her slender, vulnerable neck. With wide eyes she froze in fear...this was it, she was done for...and while the slaver's lips moved she heard not what he said. No the voice that rung in her head was coming from elsewhere, a disembodied voice....no, the voice of the sword? It spoke to her, asking to show her the power locked away in her veins, the power that had laid dormant for far too long. Desperate to be saved Aiviana pleaded in her mind, for someone anyone to save her. The voice responded sternly, repeating a single arcane phrase,demanding that she release her power now. Without another thought Aviana did as she was instructed, and by doing, delivered a deadly jolt of electricity into the body of her assailant, killing him outright. As his charred corpse fell to the dirt, Aviana realized it was she who had done it..had invoked powers previously unknown to her for the very first time. Taking up the previous owner of the blade's spellbook, Aviana set out for her home.<br/><br/>Upon Returning, Aviana would discover that her sister had led an uprising against her father, those loyal to her own cause losing hope at the discovery of the death of her brother. Aviana was offered the chance to go with them, as they planned to flee from these lands, to a place where only dragons can fly. Faced with the decision of staying with the dragon family she grew up with, or setting out on her own, growing her new found power under the tutelage of her blade, Aviana chose to depart. Too much did she enjoy the company of the more humanoid races of the world, to abandon them now, too much did she enjoy the societies she'd grown to love.<br/><br/>It was with a heavy heart that she bid farewell to her kin, though somehow she knew it was for the best, knew she could do more good out in the world. Could protect those unable to protect themselves, could continue to harbor mortal and dragon relations, could do something, anything to make up for the death of her brother, and the death of the mysterious man, who'd given their lives to protect her. It's been nearly 6 years since she left home, never again to fall asleep amidst the piles of gold and riches of her kindred. Now 23, Aviana has grown a great deal since her days as a diplomat, both mentally, and martially. Having made great strides in unlocking her dormant power, becoming a potent combatant as well as a skilled spell caster, among other talents she's discovered out on her own. It's not been an easy path, yet now; now that she finds herself among Miku, Jules, and Eurikova, she finds herself smiling a great deal more than she ever thought possible back on that darkest of days.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Having taken the lead, Aviana pauses as they come to a narrow valley, signaling for those behind her to stop. Her time traveling alone, with no one to keep her company save her blade Raven, had taught her well the dangers of choke points such as these. Many a time has a group of bandits ambushed her in the hopes of an easy score, a meal, or often times, both or more, only to be sourly surprised at the girl's combat competency.  Cautiously she scan's her surroundings, her body tense, as her tail stands on end, golden eyes darting to the left, catching the signs of figure's laying in wait. Her ears twitching to the sounds of scurrying to her right. "ambush... left and right." she whispers, turning her head back toward the others. Aviana, clutching her blade in hand, would invoke several quick spells, bolstering her protection and invigorating her body for the possible conflict to come, before calling out "You there, hiding among the stones, come out where we can see you." her voice is soft yet stern, indicating her hope for a peaceful encounter, yet willingness to fight should it come to that.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Aviana<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/317851">Perception</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+18</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">32</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/317853">false life</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d10+10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">18</span>  (cast earlier that day)<br/><br/>casting shield and bear's endurance on herself, + using a swift action and arcane point to add +2 and keen to her weapon. <br/><br/>HP= 121/103<br/><br/>AC: 30<br/>CMD: 26<br/><br/>Arcane Pool: 9/10<br/>Raven's Pool: 3<br/><br/><br/>Prepared Spells:<br/><br/>lvl: 0<br/>Arcane Mark<br/>Detect Magic<br/>Prestidigitation<br/>Read Magic<br/>Spark<br/><br/>lvl: 1<br/><br/>Vanish<br/>True Strike<br/>Reduce Person<br/>Shield (used)<br/>Shield<br/>Shield<br/>Shocking Grasp<br/><br/>lvl: 2<br/>Intensified Shocking Grasp x3<br/>False Life (used)<br/>Bear's Endurance (used)<br/><br/>lvl: 3<br/>Intensified Shocking Grasp<br/>Force Hook Charge<br/>Heroism<br/>Vampiric Touch<br/><br/>lvl: 4<br/>Dimension door<br/>Dimension door</div></div></div>