((Sorry it's so long. I got carried away...I've been wanting to write for days))
There was a tiny clink as Syndra grasped the glass in fingers tipped with steel talons. A dark cloak encased her body, the hood casting a shadow over her eyes. A few wisps of deep red hair framed a face with a full mouth and sharp nose. The only hint at her eyes was a glint of iridescent green.
She raised her head in surprise, though the cause was not immediately obvious. She placed the glass back on the table, no longer interested in drinking herself into a stupor. There were more interesting things to occupy herself with at the moment. Leaving the money on the table, she glided between the other seats and tables in the alehouse, and out the door. She removed her hood and looked skyward.
Once a shrinking, sullen young woman, Syndra had been cast from her home years before. But over time she'd met people who didn't hate her, and slowly relaxed. She still had a very mistrusting nature, though, and she usually remained cloaked when in towns--her appearance had caused everything from fear, to anger, to awe, and everything in between. Folded neatly on her back, under the cloak, was a set of leathery wings. Her hands were tipped in sharp steel talons, and her hands and forearms were peppered with tiny scales, thinning as they moved toward the elbow. Her feet were also dragon-like, covered with oversized boots, padded to prevent herself from gouging out the toes. And her eyes were bright and intense, iridescent green with pupils like slits.
What had caught her attention was a smell--no, not a smell, but it was the best term she could ever find to describe the sense--that told her, <i>dragon.</i> Squinting up at the silhouette, her brow furrowed. She wasn't worried about her own safety; Syndra was fireproof, literally. She also wasn't worried about the town, or anyone in it. She'd seen destruction before, and she'd see it again. What had her attention was the fact that it was here at all; there would be little for a dragon in a town built for two-leggers, and they normally went for food sources in more convenient areas, as most had the common sense to keep their homes away from human cities. So it must have been...
"Who in the world would be suicidal enough to summon himself a dragon?" Who, indeed. She'd seen dragons summoned before. They never seemed to be particularly happy about it, and who would be? She lowered her gaze, and shed her cloak, revealing her wings, among other oddities. No need for hiding at the moment; the real dragon would be attracting most of the attention of bystanders. Hearing a commotion, she glanced over at the wolf and human, and raised an eyebrow. Obviously a shift, the wolf, since a real wolf would have either avoided the town in the first place or killed the two-legger straight off and been done with it.
((Y'all are going to yell at me for having a part-dragon character, aren't you? Go ahead, I can handle it... Sorry...she's my favorite character, and the easiest for me to write with. Also, sorry again the post was so long. My intro posts are always considerably long. They'll shorten up to something easier to read, no worries there. Okay... I'm out of things to say. It's someone else's turn.))
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