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"Oi! There she is!"

The shouts were all that she heard with her expert hearing. Those that had shouted were none other then dragon hunters, riding atop flying, raptor like creatures, in hot pursuit of the dragon several yards ahead of them. The beating of wings and ragged breathing was heard if anyone was near. There were four men, gnomes, and dwarves alike that were intent on slaying the dragon for the large sum of money they were promised. Oh, but this dragon wasn't going down so easily, despite how injured she currently was.

The white dragon beated her wings against the air with effort, her hide bloodied as well as a bit of her stomach as well.

"FIRE!" off blasted a net towards the dragoness to entangle her. The aim had hit its target, and the dragoness plummeted down to the thick forest below. She strained and roared in anger and rage to escape the constricting nets, only to find that she was unable too. She gritted her teeth, her body breaking branches and trees until she reached the ground. The dragoness winced, twitching and stirring as she tried to rip through the taut ropes that weren't easy to rip apart. Yet slowly, the mythical creature morphed into a young woman, and thus she managed to get out. It was difficult though, her wounds appearing quite severe. She panted, laboring as she limped through the forest, trying to find a sanctuary.

The young woman appeared around the age of twenty, her hair a dark brown, streaked with pale streaks, yet her eyes were an intense blue mixed with violet. Her skin was fair, cream colored, and her attire was lovely, regal and clearly she had some status in her society, which was actually mostly female dominated. Reona leaned up against a tree, loathing how weak and helpless she felt.

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Jarik woke with started as a thunderous crashed echoed throughout the forest. Fearing that one of the many unscrupulous individuals that he had swindled lately had finally caught up with him, the young man (pic) quickly began packing his things, among which was several small bags of gold and a well read spellbook from his days at the Academy, before he had dropped out that is. Though he had the talent for magic-use, what Jarik lacked was the patience. He was an adventurer at heart and was rarely content if he was not wrapped up in a daring plot, or over indulging with the spoils of his success.

It was this sort of lifestyle that had found him thrown in with a group of less than savoury characters who had him steal a precious artifact, an ancient knife, from a local Lord. Jarik had done the job no problem, but when he discovered what exactly the knife was and what his employers intending on doing with it, he took off on them with both the item and the payment, of course.

The rogue had been on the run for days when he finally decided it would be safe to rest, so he found a small clearing off the beaten trail and settled down for a small nap. But now it seemed like something was going on in the forest, and it was time for him to get back on the road. Once all of his things were packed, he headed back to the path road, in his haste stumbled over a large root, falling out into the path of a rather roughed up looking woman.
 
The woman, so winded up and preoccupied in the situation, had continued to walk, casting a wary glance over her shoulder to see if her pursuers had landed. The fear of finding one of those scavenging dwarves leap out of no where heightened her senses, pumped the little adrenaline and ferocity in her body. She tried to keep a calm expression, which was easily shattered by the pain on her weathered body. It had been days that she has been pursued, without much rest for fear they would sneak up on her.

The sound of the fall startled her immediately, and she whirled to face quickly at who made their presence rather ungracefully. Reona immediately relaxed, despite her tiredness and weathered self, she arched a thin brow at the fallen man that she had almost stepped on. She gazed at him impassively, wondering what a man like him was doing out and about, and alone. She merely moved to walk around from him, not wanting to have much contact with him in slight fear he would become involved in this dilemma of hers.
 
"Real smooth." Jarik muttered to himself sarcastically as he got up and brushed himself off, blushing slightly at having made a total fool of himself in front of a complete stranger, especially a woman. Standing up, he could not help but give her a quick once over. She had the air of a noble about her, despite the fact she was travelling alone and if he had to guess, Jarik would say that she had a couple years on him. However, he also notice something else; the strange woman was limping and appeared rather beat up. And she's out here all by herself? In the shape she's in she's practically bandit food no matter how good she is with that sword.

Despite his questionable dealings, Jarik had always prided himself on his courtesy, after all it was what kept him from just being part of the common rabble seemed to dominate his profession. It looks like we're going the same direction, it could not hurt to try and help her. With this chivalry in mind her quickly caught up with the woman. "Excuse me ma'am, you look injured, do you need any help or medicine or anything?"
 
She paid no mind to the mortal boy, who's age she probably far exceeded. Reona couldn't help but note he was rather handsome looking, but seducing this young man wasn't her main priority. She continued to move onto the path, limping the slightest as she tried to make her way onward, to distance herself from the hunters. Yet, it was until the young man suddenly spoke, and she held back a curse of annoyance, only because he did seem generally concerned over her well fair, a stranger at that. The young woman casually turned her head to gaze at him, slowing her already slow pace to a stop. Her eyes seemed to examine them, a rather calm and collected exterior hanging over the air. She once again, arched a thin brow at him. With that, she began to walk again.

"I don't need your pity, mortal," she replied coolly. She didn't intend to be so curt, yet it was the only way possible for her to really protect him from the danger that long pursued the dragoness.
 
Jarik was taken aback at the womans' rudeness, but this was quickly replaced with confusion once he processed exactly what she had said. "Just what exactly do you mean by calling me 'mortal'?" Though he could not deny the statement it was certainly an odd way of putting things. "And who said anything about pity? We're travelling the same road anyway, I just thought that offering help would be proper thing to do."

The way the woman had looked at him though, definitely confirmed that she was the high status type and used to talking down and bossing people around. What's she going to order herself to stop bleeding, and then order every cutthroat in the forest to leave her alone? Yeah right But he kept this comment to himself, continuing more politely instead. "Especially to one who so obviously needs it."
 
Reona intended to continue her way, even if they, unfortunately, had to take the same path. She wanted to keep any interactions with people to a minimum, yet this man didn't seem to take the hint. She stifled a sigh of annoyance, as well as a roll of her eyes once he spoke up once more. He wasn't mortal? She wondered, she turned to face him, closing the distance between them as she walked towards him. She appeared before him quickly, lifting his chin up before she leaned forward, the tip of her nose running along the column of his neck as she inhaled deeply. He certainly was a mortal.

"You are human," she mentioned casually, dropping her hand as she pulled back. Reona silently loathed that this man felt the need to help her, since when did a dragon need a humans help? She silently scowled to herself, gazing at him before she looked away for a moment. "If you insist..." she replied, giving in clearly.
 
"Okay..." the young man said slowly, caught off guard by how fast the woman moved. When she finished examining him and finally accepted his offer, he set his pack down on the ground and pulled out a small vial of liquid, a pouch of leaves, and a roll of bandages. "Now let's start with that leg of yours." he said cautiously, tearing a small strip of bandage and then a longer one and pouring some of the liquid from the vial on each bit. Basic first aid had been one of the more important skills Jarik had picked up during his adventures, and he seemed to know what he was doing. "The potion will prevent infection, and these leaves," he handed her the pouch. "can be chewed to dull the pain."

Kneeling next to her, he began to clean the wound on her thigh with the smaller strip before wrapping it with the longer one. "Am I to take it that you're not human then?" he asked cautiously as he worked.
 
She eased onto the forest floor, choosing to lean against the trunk of a tree to support her upright. Reona slowly began to pay mind to him, watching him curiously as he took out the medical supplies he carried with him. She took the pouch hesitantly, doubting it would hurt as much as it did now, yet she took it anyway. She opened the pouch, placing one of the leaves in her mouth before she began to chew. It had a bit like taste to it, but it was bearable actually. "Indeed, I am not human," she insisted, yet she refrained from telling him what exactly she was. What if he was apart of the hunters? Just didn't know what she was?
 
"Well you certainly look human, so if you're not, then what exactly are you?" Jarik noted the woman's distrust of him but, he could not blame her "Now this might hurt a bit." Jarik warned as he finished tying the leg, pulling the knot tightly so that it would not come undone. "There you go, now what else needs immediate attention?" As much as he would like to do a proper job of patching her up, the thief could not afford to lose much more ground.

((Sorry for the short post, it's been a long day.))
 
[It's okay. ^^]

Reona hesitated a bit, her eyes examining the young man's face closely as he worked to tending the wound on her leg. She stifled a sigh, avoiding his gaze as she winced ever the slightest when he tied her leg. "I am a dragon," she informed rather quietly. Who knew who could be eavesdropping at the moment? One had to be careful. "Everything else is bearable, sir, thank you very much for your kindness and assistance," Reona informed, offering the slightest notions of a genuine smile.
 
"A Dragon?" Jarik said, standing up and offering his hand to help the woman, his tone equal part confusion, fear and disbelief. "Now I've never seen a dragon before, but I thought you were supposed to be... well larger and... scalier..." He trailed off, fearing that he might have offended the so-called dragon. "And besides, those are battle wounds if I've ever seen one and who would be stupid enough to try to take on a dragon?" Jarik had heard about dragon slayers but he thought they had been practically exterminated during the series of wars that broke out between humans and the magical beasts of the world several nearly a century ago. Now by this point a sort of piece had been reached, and such activities posed a great threat to it. Unless she did something first...
 
She couldn't help but laugh a bit at the expression on his face. He certainly didn't know much about dragons, but she didn't mind explaining the qualities her kind had. She accepted his hand, slowly managing to find the strength in her legs to push her to a stand. She winced a bit, and leaned against the tree a bit for support. "Of course, the kind you are thinking of it my other form, we have a human like form and a dragon form, which we can shift to either or," she replied casually.

Reona sighed softly, "You'd be surprised who would try to take on a dragon," she replied, her tone suddenly serious as if she remembered something. "We should be heading off," the dragon insisted as she slowly attempted to walk.
 
Though a little chagrined at the woman's laughter, Jarik kept his cool. I knew skipping Arcanozoology would come back to get me one day... When he noticed that she was still having difficulty walking, he was quick to step in. "Here, let me help." The young man said, taking her arm and draping it over his shoulder so he could support her. "Try to keep as much weight of the leg as you can until the medicine takes full effect."
 
She leaned against him, placing very little pressure on her injured leg. Reona kept her arm around his shoulder, "Thank you," she replied with a nod. She was quite thankful to have him here, otherwise she probably would've fallen prey to the hunters that pursued her. "Where are you headed off too?" Reona asked curiously.
 
"It's no problem." He replied, helping her walk. All things considered, they were keeping up a decent pace. "Me? I've gotta pay a visit to the Mage's Academy in Sorenstone. I've... obtained an item of particular interest, but unknown purpose and origin that I need examined." A tendency to brag about his dealings, was one of Jarik's flaws, and had landed him in trouble more than once, but this time it was a bit more than simple gloating. Dragon's are a long-lived species, maybe she'll know something about the knife. And if it causes problems I can always get away, after all she can barely walk.
 
She nodded, glad she wasn't being too much of a burden. Reona listened with interest on his purpose for being in the forest, her brows furrowing a bit, 'So he is a mage,' thought with interest. Her interest piqued when he mentioned of a certain object in his possession. Dragons were notorious for having many expensive items and relics, since they did have an affinity for whatever was shiny and expensive. "Oh, really?" she inquired softly, tilting her head a bit towards him. "If you'd like I could take a look and see if I recognize it," she insisted.
 
((I was figuring the dagger would have something to do with dragons, not sure exactly what though, but it would probably be one of those things that could be used for good or evil depending on who has it, and all that jazz.))

"Well if you wouldn't mind..." Jarik reached around his back, pulling the dagger and its sheath out from a hidden pouch on the small of his back. "This is it." The dagger was unmistakably ancient in design, long-forgotten runes of power were scrawled all around the handle and down the sheath, yet it still looked like it had been forged only yesterday. This remarkable preservation is what had lead the ex-mage to suspect it was magical in origin. "It used to belong to a local lord, an off-shoot of one of the old families no doubt. From what I overheard from the people who were after it, they intended on using it for some ill. I missed exactly what that was though."
 
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