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Dark times of the Scaled Sides
It was daytime as a magpie flew in the dark woods. The leaves had fallen covering the normal dirt ground, indicating the seasons she had passed through since the last time she had seen a calendar. The magpie, having felt she had covered enough distance for the day, she changed her shape and called it a day.
Her real shape wasn’t a magpie. Rather a woman with dark black hair with black eyes that seemed to glimmer only upon closer inspection that traces of blue swirl in her eyes. She appeared pretty, but there was so much she was hiding underneath. So much so that she was running all this way out in what appeared to be nowhere. She didn’t care as long as she was away from it all.
Setting her backpack down she started pulling out her things seemingly from such a small backpack that she had enchanted with the undetectable extension charm at the beginning of her trip. Stopping when she hears something snap, she slowly turns her head. With one hand ready to pull her wand at the second she sees if its someone who had been following her. And if it is someone who had been following her, then she wouldn’t hesitate to defend herself if necessary.
“Come out.”
Immediately she takes a double look as she scoots back upon realizing he had a fucking dragon. Her wand was useless in this situation, cause there was a chance of being burned to a crisp. She sat in shock and awe as she saw the details of the dragon coming into full view.
She removes her hand away from her wand and shows both of them to him, indicating she doesn’t want to hurt him. And she doesn’t wish to be hurt either.
“I’m uh, Dana. If this area’s yours I’ll leave. I-I don’t want any trouble, please.”
She’s a little scared and she’s starting to take the stuff that was out back into her backpack, getting ready to leave immediately, as soon as her knees stop trembling.
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She raised an eyebrow in confusion. Her breathing slows down as she forces herself to calm down. She’s still afraid, and nervous considering he is the first person she has encountered during her running. One that has trained dragons.
That wasn’t her strongest suit. It was more of defense against the dark arts, offensive spells, herbalism. Even though she’s learned some off-brand techniques thanks to an old annotated book she found in the storage rooms learning in whatever time she’s had on the run.
She’s taken aback by his generosity towards a stranger like her. As she goes to object, she could feel her empty stomach clawing at her and so, for now, she admits defeat. Sighing, she stands up after getting her backpack sorted out. Slinging it on her back, she looked around before answering nervously.
“Food wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
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