<strong>DM<br/>On the road again!<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/><br/>Xara had revealed herself a heavy sleeper. Or perhaps, someone without half elven-blood needed proper rest after this kind of night. Taris body had shivered under the cool water, but she had made herself presentable-ish once more. Xara's passion had certainly been intense, and a hiccey on the elfs neck would be a reminder of this night for days to come.<br/><br/>Briefly, Taris might have wondered if her letter was sufficent to discourage Xara. Of course it could not encourage her further. No one cared about her that much.. right?<br/><br/>Taris ability with stealth was enough to avoid the notice of the guards.. at least considering they also not expected someone to sneak about this part of the guard-house. If anyone spotted her before she managed to slink away, none gave notice.<br/><br/>On her way onwards, Taris prepares herself.. for battle, studying her spellbook and its powers throughoutly.. and in doing so, recognized herself. Something was changing about her. She was growing more powerful far faster than ever before. But power, power always had a price. And she couldn't help but feel she had already paid it. But was it that her new powers had been fine-tuned to her.. or had she been fine tuned, for new powers? Perhaps it was best not to dwell on it, not before she could get answers, anyway.<br/><br/>And right now, Taris needed the power.. she accepted it. Briefly she wondered if she could have fought, but too little, too late, the power flowed through her. And not a moment too late.<br/><br/>Taris noticed it, like a blind person notices the sun by it's heat alone. A presence. Then, she noticed another thing.. an absence of noises. No bird was singing, no bee humming.<br/>A fox broke through the undergrowth, red fur, and running past, almost crashing into Taris. A little ladybug whizzed past her.. and another. Taris sharp elven eyes noticed what a human would have missed.. all things were running in the same direction.<em>Away</em><br/><br/>Then, there was a noise, the pit-patting of strange feet on the ground... and.. A woman. Sitting on a large lizard. "Hooh hooooh!" She shouted, as soon as she peered upon the clearing, hopping off of her lizard. She was.. ragged.<br/>Her clothing was a mess, the exact opposite of Xara's well designed and completed uniform. It looked as if it was scrounged together by beggar, not warrior. The womans hair was just as messy as she approached, shoulders slunched over, expression.. one of strangely playful-boredom almost, the afternoon light shining upon a scar-decorated body, a tattered, brown-red cloak fluttered behind her as she strolled forwards, lazily, yet still moving fast with large steps.<br/>(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/890/275/large/pablo-fernandez-dragon-rider-final-3.jpg?1502037399)<br/><br/>"'suuup." She said, waving a hand, reaching out to half present, half draw an ill maintained, scarred sword that... something was wrong with that sword. Just staring at it made Taris feel.. uncomfortable. She didn't want to even touch that thing.. much less be hit by it. The womans cloak fluttered in the wind. Taris realized it wasn't brown. That was the red of long dried blood. The reddish-blonde woman went on.<br/>"A'm Jeska Dragonfist, the Dragon of Wrath. A think ye're da strong one aye? Lust told me ta go down da road ta find ya, she's really good at finding fucken' .. whatever she wants, literally. Anywhoo!<br/>Ye're strong.. right?" She looked up, and the bored expression shifted to almost something hopeful. "Been really hopin' for a strong one, ya see.." She mused, stabbing that nasty feeling sword into the ground before her and leaning heavily upon it. She made no motion to attack Taris outright, but somehow, just her standing there, tired looking and hunched over, Taris felt a primal sense of danger emanating from the woman.