<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Wood<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Good question...a rock tunnel?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brett| Hound goons<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Wrestling a snake | Meeting someone new<br/><hr/><br/><br/>It had been a fierce battle and even more bitter war, to purge the land of dragons a task appointed to those whom had slain the very beasts that had long tortured Avantasia. Their fearsome reign having been staved  off with the rise of slayers whom were blessed with the power of the very creatures they sought to destroy, although blessed perhaps was not the best description to the outright trial and tribulation that led to the source of thier powers; to consume the heart of a dragon. They were the King’s force to bring Avantasia from the ashes of destruction that would surely come, locked in a heated battle in which would define the very world they wished to save...until a sudden flash brought the wage of arms to a stillness.Where was once the writhing beast hell bent on causing trouble now was a void of pure darkness, the tattered edges pulsing with a heat and scorch like the very thunder of a storm. Emerald pools widened in surprise as the fiery train of her flowing petals tapered off, the heat of battle still hot on her hands as her entire body pulsed with the strength of the fatal blow she had been ready to deliver to the smoldering dragon before her. The battlegrounds all but seemed to fade away, the cries and clash of metal and roars falling on deaf ears. She had only been able to take a short breath before the very air was torn from her throat, feeling the vacuum of the tear rip her from her planted position to be sucked in.<br/><br/>It only lasted a moment but with the way her brain nearly rattled in her skull, she had doubts it wasn’t longer, the fae catching herself as bare feet came to rest on a sleek sort of surface that seemed like armor? The strangeness only continued as wide emeralds glanced around in the darkness unlike what had sucked her in, it was hollowed out like a cave as curious eyes peered along to a seemingly endless tunnel. Tilting her head with a blink the echo of the tunnel proved there was<em>something</em>slithering fast the opposite direction, the ring of battle still in her ears despite the fact she clearly was not where she once was.As concerning as it was, the sounds of thundering footsteps ringing against the ground meant it wasn’t just herself and whatever was slithering was moving much too fast. Pushing off to quickly make her way down the tunnel the tail end of a familiar beast struck her odd, a wyrm in such a far off place such as this? Had it too been pulled into...whatever void..that had taken her and her fellow slayers in? Bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of her delicate nose, the fae could feel her nerves getting tested, the swirl of confusion and uncertainty a sensation she did not care for as the introduction of the wrym now to deal with was certainly the last thing she wished for. Lashing out her dragon arm with a growl she’d wrap the thorny weapon to tighten around the beast’s tail, nearly getting her arms pulled out of their sockets on the first thrashing it gave.<br/><br/>Dainty hands tightening further around the grip of the taut vine wrapped along thin forearms, it had been a wonder her head hadn’t been knocked clean off her shoulders, the wild thrashing of the current target snared doing nearly everything in its power to knock the fae off its tail; literally. Every writhe and swat of its mighty tail sent the blur of crimson and emerald to bob like a leaf caught in the mighty gust, yet she was just as determined to keep riding the beast’s waves as the grin of some amusement spread across her freckled features. ” Come now little guy, we can’t play here!” the lofty giggle was unable to be contained as the dragon slayers words only made the wyrm retaliate even more fiercely, twisting around on itself to present the fae with its rows of pin like teeth that was itching to tear her to shreds. ”Oh you are mad..” The woman sighed some, in all this was fun but certainly she had a job to do and prolonging it wasn’t needed.<br/><br/><br/>Cursing softly under her breath she brought her small hands together to give a radiating clap, the spurt of vines shooting out until the tendrils wrapped themselves around the very familiar body of the wyrm ahead. Pulling back hard the slayer retracted her extended arms to catapult her like an arrow, knees ramming hard behind the wyrm’s head as she lassoed her vines to act more like a reign to keep her firmly on top of the beast. ” I wasn’t done with you!” she’d declare with a hint of a giggle even in the face of danger, jerking the vines back roughly to send the wrym to careen to the left as she tried to get her footing to stand on its neck. The violent bucking sent the slayer to bounce roughly as she grit her teeth, barely able to take in her surroundings as she waited for her opening, one that came sooner than she realized along with just<em>where</em>they were. Having been oblivious for longer than she liked to admit the owners of the frantic footsteps appeared to be a group of men in strange clothing, the longer she took them in, the more questions arose.<br/><br/>Just what sort of clothing was that? They were quite unlike any beings she had ever come across, not to mention the almost purposeful way the cave had been carved; was she in some sort of temple? Questions that needed answers would come later as the lapse allowed the wyrm to give a jerk to the right, nearly snapping at the heels of the fleeing men with one in a far lead than the others. Gathering the reigns in one hand she used her free one to ball into a fist, the tickle against her palm growing until she rammed a furious punch right into the beast’s eyes, the cloud of pollen flooding from her hand to coat the area in a haze of yellow fumes. The wyrm screeched in agony as it began to thrash harder, the vines unrelenting as they began to writhe and coil around the slithering body, squeezing restlessly as scales began to pop under the intense pressure. Her fist sinking through the socket all it took was a flick of her wrist before the wrym’s head split open with a sickening crack, the spray of verdant blood creating an explosion of brain matter and innards to fountain across the platform as it collapsed in a heap of twitching flesh.<br/><br/>Scaling down along the wyrm’s back the fae offered a sigh as she flicked her hand to paint the tracks with the blood on her hand, bare feet finally coming to rest on the ground as she glanced back to the mess. Ideally a fire would be best to incinerate the carcass, something another slayer could do, but never the less she was pleased with her work. Although now there was the matter of just where she was....the concrete jungle puzzling to the fae as she pursed her lips before pouting. Wiping her hands across the lush skirt of vines and leaves that covered her petite form, she’d turn an eye towards the men, thief attire certainly unlike anything she had ever seen...<br/><br/>” Hello there! Could you tell me where this is? Are we in a new temple? Are you monks?” the cheery voice cooed out all too sweetly, as though taking down a massive beast was just as easy as breathing. The gentle rain of pollen continued to rain down around the platform, a slightly sheepish smile coming to the fae’s gestures as she gave a soft wave to try and dispel it some. Surely they had to be some temple guardians, the group were dressed pretty similarity, although the one in the red vest looked more official. Maybe a priest? As troubling as the suddenness of finding herself in a new place, there was the the more concerning matter of her fellow slayers, their absence in the immediate area not boding well. Despite this she’d put on a smile never the less, her comrades fully capable of taking care of themselves until they could regroup and figure out just what in Gaia was going on.