<div class="floatleft">(https://tse1.explicit.bing.net/th?id=OIP.xRztA_0uztm1bFMVgWrofwHaNw&amp;pid=Api)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong>      </td><td>Rith (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289431.msg14220376#msg14220376)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Time:</strong>       </td><td>August 30, midday</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong>       </td><td>Gym</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Appearance:</strong>       </td><td>As depicted</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong>       </td><td>Group A</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>It was with a large measure of reluctance that Rith untangled herself from the redheaded heat source and moved to the designated area and towards the source of chill. She snarled getting closer. It was bad enough this place was away from her pristine island filled with warmth and life. She took a sniff at first the tall male, she didn't dislike the smell but she certainly didn't enjoy the chill breath swarming around him. She then turned her attention to the next male. Cinnamon and soot that was a unique smell. To the females, one she couldn't place. It felt wrong to sniff her. Like something made her scales crawl. Then to the talkative one with the little feathered thing. "Hello little one," she said to griffon in the bird songs she'd learned from her subjects. "What do you name yourself?"<br/><br/>As if noticing the others she introduced herself grudgingly in the same singsong tones they used. "Rith." The language they spoke was cumbersome for her mouth, for her thought pattern. Words and phrases made no sense to her. With a snort she reared up and began to shimmer as she used her magic to become the dominate life form, with a few adjustments, on the planet. Her annoyance at still being smaller than everyone was clearly written on her face. "My subjects call me Teshki Zyreph Rith Thal Ayshar," she said. Trying out this new birdsong language. Her name sounded harsh to her ears. "But the elder suggested I have a nick name. This term is foreign but I have chosen to call myself Rith. It translates to Doom." Her voice was soft and melodious as she spoke. She gave a chilling, serpentine smile. "Please be sure to remember that it is my duty to destroy this world at a time of my choosing." It wasn't boasting, it was the fact. She knew deep inside that this world would be destroyed by her. She'd known it from the day of her hatching. "However," her tone jovial. "If you wish to pledge yourselves as my subjects, my first subjects in this new world. I shall offer you the boon of knowing that you will be among the loyal few that will die first." It really was as nice an offer as a destroyer as her would make. They'd be foolish to turn it down.<br/><br/>She frowned at the riddle. "These words do not make sense!" She said, her voice taking on a tone of a child. She stomped her tiny foot. "We demand another... riddle!" Rith said. "One with words that are words and not made up. Grammar, Voodoo, Dresser?" She stomped again, crossing her arms under her amble, and naked, chest. "How can they expect me to understand words that were made up sleeps after I woke up?" It was apparent that for all her haughtiness that she was not accustomed to doing much outside of seeming menacing. Still for a first time in a human form her draconic tail snaked behind her, lashing irratibly, and her long green hair helped to hide parts of her body. It did little to hide the curves she'd established