<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eden/tumblr_m45o16T4sk1r9dt9qo4_r1_400-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zhephiryia (Ryia)<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Dragon<br/><strong>Characters Nearby:</strong>None currently but headed in the direction of Ell, Aliks, and Arelia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Northern Kayzorian<hr/>Ryia huffed as she watched the stocky creature before her, her tail whipping about erratically as she noted its agitated state in the face of a larger foe. Fear and menace radiated from the thing and though she had hunted and fed earlier this day, the young cobalt could not help but salivate over the  thought of tearing into its soft warm flesh. It looked decidedly... chewy... which all in all meant little to Ryia in terms of her desire to taste it. The seemingly fur covered beast had its back to a tree as it faced off against her, its paws braced against the forest floor and lips drawn back in a snarl that might have had a lesser creature fleeing in an instant.<br/><br/>Ryia, of course, was wholly unfazed.<br/><br/>Curiosity had been a driving force with the young dragon since even before her hatching and today was no exception. After surfacing from her hunt beneath the rich blue waters that lined the continent she had taken to her daily afternoon romp through the trees and happened upon this unknown beast. The find had delighted the usually playful female and she had set out to follow after it doggedly. She might have let it go after a short time as a nap in the sun beckoned to her but then a particularly unpleasant note had washed through her, making rest seem an improbable thing. She had no inkling of just what it was that had caused such a feeling to roll through her or she might have rushed off to attend to those dear to her. Instead, she had decided to simply maintain her current pursuit until something else caught her interest and distracted her as was common.<br/><br/>Dancing backward out of reach as the ornery creature swiped at her with a paw full of razor sharp claws, Ryia chuffed and swiped her tail in its direction as a warning. Instead of merely dodging and looking to attack, the little guy--by comparison at least--dodged and took off running further north, zigging about in an attempt to flee. Instinct had her reacting instantly as she followed behind it to give chase, never once thinking it might be wise to simply let it go. She was after all a dragon and there was a certain amount of natural arrogance that came with the territory. The greenery around them rustled, twigs snapped underfoot, and other animals fled for the safety of their burrows as she moved quickly after the surprisingly nimble creature, her motions smooth and powerful but holding an innate grace that translated well to both the air and sea. Her prey would not escape her by such mundane means, oh no. Ryia was determined to find out if the feisty little beast was indeed as delicious as it smelled.