<strong>Name:</strong>Delilah<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Dragon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Andes Mountains to LA<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Delilah sighed softly as she spiraled up into the air and away from the small cottage that had been her home for the last few decades. Her visitors growing smaller with each beating swing of her wings and her eyes rolling as the humans below watched her in awe. She had to admit, that most humans who caught a glimpse of her were. It wasn't everyday you say a creature from myth and legend soaring over your head...or every day that that creature<em>let</em>you see her. The looks on their faces made her shake her draconic head and suddenly, to their perception, she was just<em>gone</em>. She wasn't actually invisible, but she had shifted their perception so that their eyes simply slid away from her sinuous form as she turned North toward Los Angeles.<br/><br/>The humans had been much less moved by their first impression of her than their last.<br/><br/>When she had answered the door she had simply laughed before so much as asking who they were or why they were there. With their uniform height, build, average brown hair, well tailored (but not ridiculously expensive) and sensible suits, they looked like every bad stereotype of Secret Service or FBI government types ever written about or played on television. They were clearly unhappy about being on her doorstep as well. Apparently the locals at the small farming village down the mountain she lived near the top of, hadn't bothered to mention to the arrogant government agents that their ridiculous car would have to be left about 400 yards away from her cottage (she deliberately overgrew everything but a small cart path that she used for trading with the villagers) and their dress shoes wouldn't have made the slight hike on such uneven terrain any kind of fun.<br/><br/>Add the fact that she answered the door in a black silk robe that barely covered her ass (she thought they should consider themselves lucky she'd bothered with that much!) and you had a recipe for very annoyed government boys.<br/><br/>A fresh cup of coffee, made from freshly harvested coffee beans, and an hour conversation later and they were at least mollified by her agreement to give whatever aid she could to help beat back the hoards of evil threatening the very existence of the world! Again.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but wonder if humans would ever realize just how many times the enemy had been beaten back from the gates.<br/><br/>Pushing away her thoughts she soared higher, letting her consciousness fold away and simply enjoying the instinctive act of flight. She savored the feel of lean muscles moving her body through the air, the brush of wind over and around her scales. The trip was a long one, but easy enough for her to make in one shot. Flying through the night wasn't a problem for her and when she got hungry, she'd simply dive or dart and her powerful jaws would snap down on some unwary bird. If she had simply been traveling for pleasure she might have actually hunted more, gods knew she was flying over some gorgeous country as well as plenty of farmland. It would have been easy enough to swoop down and pluck up a cow whole...but eating one on the fly was another matter!<br/><br/>She didn't stop until she reached the building she had been given the address for and even then she circled it warily for a time. She saw two men and a woman enter the building and snorted softly at the sight. One she was certain was entirely human and the woman was a demoness or<em>she</em>wasn't a dragon! The other she would have to get closer to be certain about however there was the slightest hint of a scent, even at this height, that made her think of ichor more than blood and she wondered of the other man didn't have an immortal progenitor in his line somewhere.<br/><br/>Circling down there was a barely perceptible stirring through the currents around the building and it made her narrow her eyes. In her youth she would probably not have noticed it in the least, but one didn't live as long as she had (and she wasn't sharing how long that was) without learning to notice the details. She hadn't seen, or smelled, a fourth person enter the building, but she suspected someone had gone entirely past her senses anyway.<br/><br/>Just as her clawed feet would have touched the sidewalk, her entire body shimmered and, instead of a dragon, there was suddenly an imposing woman standing before the building. To anyone else on the street it would look as if she had simply appeared because she also let herself be seen once more. She heard a gasp from somewhere and from closer by heard a child asking it's Mother about the lady with the green hair. The child's voice made her smile, despite being weary from such a long flight, as she pushed open the doors to the DCE.<br/><br/>She didn't bother speaking to the receptionist, she simply gave her a look from swirling green eyes and nodded as the girl stammered out where she was meant to be. Perhaps she shouldn't have simply appeared before the doors as she had, but really, a person working in such a place should be made of sterner stuff!<br/><br/>Stepping off the elevator, she let the sound of voices guide her bare feet down the hallway and marveled at just how cold the flooring was when it was so very warm just outside the building. Reaching the room where the others were gathered she simply leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely against her stomach while those darkling eyes gazed on those within. She knew what they would see when they looked at her; a mane of curls so dark as to be nearly black, but closer examination would reveal it to be a green of the deepest shade possible with natural black undertones and light shade of green streaking it throughout; a gaze that glittered in a shade only a few tones lighter than the curls, honeyed skin from time spent in the sun at her cottage, and a simple sheath sundress that managed to be a nearly perfect match for the hair and eyes and that, barely, fell to mid-calf on the lean length of legs that pushed her up to a staggering (for a woman) 6'2.<br/><br/>"So, this is the assembly the government thinks I should leave my cottage to join. What is it they are panicking over now? Demons run rampant? Hell on Earth? Evil incarnate come to claim their immortal souls and only the beasts themselves can save the world? One of these days, the human race is going to have to acknowledge how much it simply refuses to see, or the savages will being them to wrack and ruin.<br/><br/>I'm Delilah, and you all are?" she asked while also introducing herself and then fell silent, simply waiting for the others to speak. There was no air about her that she would become antsy if they chose not to either. She felt no need to fill the silence if they didn't choose to, and she had, long ago, learned the value of patience.