((oracle111, you are more than welcome to join!))<br/><br/>As Uzuyoki and Din stood in silence by the corpse of the once great dragon, the snow suddenly ceased. She looked up and all around the sudden silence, spotting a figure slowly striding toward them. A figure dressed in black with a shredded white traveling cloak flowing behind her, short blood red hair flowing in the silent wind as her even redder mask conveyed none of her features, her eyes unseeable as the mask only showed to black dots where the eyes should have been. The woman held a leathal looking spear, long and sharp, looking just good enough to slay even a dragon with. She stopped within a yard of the two greavers, Uzuyoki looking to her in fear. "W-Who are you? What business do you have in this dead place?" she stammered.<br/><br/>"Enzu colsen bre connuzuk. Juhgo Uzuyoki marun Ikao." the woman replied, holding her spear out toward the now shocked looking dragoness Uzuyoki.<br/><br/>"...That is the ancient draconic language...You are a Dragoon!" she said. A sudden harsh winds swept through the valley, blocking Din's vision and subduing her for a good long time before it cleared again. Uzuyoki was encased in a prism of black ice, the woman lifting it up with an invisible force and, with a wave of her hand, making it vanish. She looked to Din for a moment before deciding she wasn't a threat, turning to leave before she stopped in her tracks.<br/><br/>The roar of an angry dragon could be heard for miles, the anthromorphic shadow of the owner circling the offending Dragoon.