<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/d3d54e1575e8c9d8df68779f5d609eab/tumblr_mg9sd2vDgp1r976s2o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Safiya<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Human form, Haas<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Nilofer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Myeliae<br/><hr/><br/>Safiya could care less about Comgal's claims of not wishing to harm her. The exact opposite of that was displayed by his men, and she was very close to losing sight of her reason for not shifting back into her natural form. They were not to know of her kind. Cold calculating twirled rapidly at the back of her mind, providing her with insight of how that could be accomplished. It was likely the same thought which penetrated the mind of any enforcer such as those within the Centos race.<br/><br/>She would kill them for treating her like a heap of bones.<br/><br/>All the other conversation went completely over her head in the midst of pure, unfiltered rage. It was a good thing whatever happened at that exact second since Safiya was going to show them the exact reason why they should never rely on just their eyes to evaluate a threat. A rush of something went through her mind, sapping the energy out of her body. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips before the world turned darker than the caves of the nest. Throughout the journey, the dragonness made no noise other than a soft snore mixed with the occasional whimper. Her dreams were still plagued with the death of a nestmate even if it felt like what happened less than a night ago was a distant memory after her encounter with the...<em>elves.</em><br/><br/>Twenty minutes later Safiya laid on a grand bed with soft silken covers and sheets spun from the purest of silvers and the grandest of golds. Nilofer sat in a chair with a wash basin nearby and a potion that would ease any pain that Safiya might have from the journey, the spell that rendered her unconscious, and the pure strain of being carried to the village. The potion tasted like strawberries and was not an intoxicant.<br/><br/>She was not exactly sure how much time went by until whatever caused her to sleep lifted enough for her to stir back to life. Instantly, Safiya knew the wrongness of the place even though her eyes had not yet opened. The rock against her back felt entirely too soft, curving to fit her body. Not to mention the scent of something strange in the air. Part of her wanted to hide underneath something but she needed to face whatever might be in the room with her. Slowly, she opened her eyes in time to see something coming toward her face. Thinking it was one of the soldiers, her hackles rose with intent to bite off someone's hand.<strong>"Don't touch me!"</strong>She snapped then instantly regretted it due to the fierce throbbing against her temple. A second later, she realized it was the Peranos woman. Nilofer. Still, her features did not soften. Safiya fully intended to tell the woman exactly how she felt about her kind until she saw something peculiar behind her. A loud growl echoed for anyone with ears to hear from her stomach. In the midst of all the mess on the wood, she noticed something familiar. Meat.<br/><br/>Pushing back the covers, Safiya rose upward with a hint of a wobble then ambled over to rip off a leg. It was only when she placed the meat in her mouth did she notice the difference. It was cooked. Perfectly. There was no blacken crust to signal a burnt quality. Still chewing, she did not wait to ask her question.<strong>"Who killed this? What is this? What is this?"</strong>The last question was asked after she taste a piece of cheese. More questions might have came if it were not for the reminder of her encounter with the elf she planned to break arms.<strong>"Where is he? That Comgal." </strong>