<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Clarissa_Rue_Langford_Human_Thumb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Clarissa Rue Langford (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg7186321#msg7186321)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Gehenna<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Izzy, Others<br/><hr/>Clarissa almost gaped at Marc’s response. She was no wayward soul like the rest of the goons here. She was a dragon, and consequently a hoarder of fine things: silks, gold, jewels, paintings, relics, money. Her wallet was probably fatter than this half-breed’s. She never wanted for anything and always had everything she ever wanted. She didn’t need to get paid, and she certainly didn’t need to get paid. Rue fumed at this bastard’s words. She was just about to tell the asshole off when he walked away.<br/><br/>Walked away! Just like that! As if she were an insignificant ant. Nothing more than a speck of dust floating in the air. Her! A dragon being no more important than dirt. A high class dragon no less! Rue stalked after the Nephelim, wanting to give him a piece of her mind. His mind, however, already moved on and no longer that of her of any importance. Her lips were thin lines and her eyes all but glowed with fury as she followed him to the bar.<br/><br/>Sadly, so did the other denizens of the establishment. While she believed herself better than the others, Rue didn’t dare think she could take them all on. The ghoul had been half right. While she wasn’t slow like he believed, her kind had been all but wiped out by human kind. At first it was out of fear. Then it turned to being a feat of masculinity. A knight that slayed a dragon had the right to wear armor fashioned from its scales and hide. Not to mention he had claim to whatever fortune the dragon had amassed. And so, the dragons quickly evolved: dragon armor grew strong against human spears and swords, resistances were made against human magic, they became stronger and faster. And most importantly, the dragons became able to take on human form. To walk amongst man in safety.<br/><br/>Dragons grew comfortable in this form, many forgetting their true selves and becoming unable to become dragons once more. Generations passed and humanity forgot, leaving the majestic beasts in legend. It wasn’t until the supernatural started appearing did humanity remember the dragons as more than mere myth. With laws now protecting them against hunting, the dragons returning to grace the skies. However, few of pure blood were left. Even fewer still remembered their true form. Those that could were too proud to let lesser beings gaze upon their majesty.<br/><br/>Rue was one of these proud people. It was rare that she changed unless she felt it was needed. And even after transforming, this insect brushed her aside like she was nothing. She wanted to rip his head off. However, the others here would probably get upset. While she could hold her own, she doubted she could take them all on at once. She’d rather show patience this once. And so, she followed him to wait. Upon arrival, she stood aside, ignoring the construct's creepy orgasm reaction. She's seen stranger things in the near millennium she had been alive.<br/><br/>So when the wolf from before came to introduce himself, Rue was visibly surprised. Few ever dared approached her, especially when she was angry. Her arms were crossed, lips tight and eyes narrowed. She gave off an aura of “approach me and I’ll bite your head off.” The werewolf’s approach threw her off. Her eyes were wide and her jaw nearly fell open. Rue recovered quickly and her glare was back as she stared at her outstretched hand. Her lips were pursed as she reached out. Half-way through she hesitated, her hand starting to pull back. Her fingers curled into a loose, relaxed fist. It was a split-second of hesitation before she reached to grasp his hand.<br/><br/>Her grip was firm and strong, unnaturally so. It was clear she wasn’t human even if she hadn’t changed in front of him moments before. Despite her strength, Rue’s hand was soft, with no callouses. Whether it was because she never used her hands, or her dragon hide made it unnecessary. Regardless, her hand was soft and feminine, with long fingers and perfect nails. “<strong>Pleasure…</strong>” she said cautiously, her voice low and husky, “<strong>Call me Rue.</strong>” She released his hand, returning to crossing her arms, her actions unconsciously pushing up  her large breasts, making them look like they were about to fall out of the vest she was wearing.<br/><br/>The flaming bar drew her attention, the fire reflecting in her golden eyes. “<strong>It was a lucky guess actually,</strong>” she mused, her lips forming a wry half-smile, “<strong>I had no clue what was going on, so I just grabbed someone…</strong>” She gave a sort of chuckle crossed with a ‘hmph.’ It sounded like chocolate starts twinkling. It was oddly innocent and pure, devoid of any pride or malice. It was a nice laugh.