Tria, 5th day, 81378 The wind blow feverishly, and was biting cold, which was all the better for Lesslasheav. Her thick pale grey fur has best acclimated for these conditions. She had been on the Search for these ruins for nigh on two weeks, lead only by a small map she had stolen from a merchant when he had become abit to intoxicated. She had not seen nor heard the presence of anyone, pendragon or otherwise, for nearly the whole of the trip, until earlier today. There was some commotion around a cave just north of the trail that Lesslasheav followed. She was tempted to see them, but they seeemed too preoccupied with there own issues, and so she left them alone, and continued. She currently seeked a crescent shaped mountain peek, for she would have to turn north, once she saw the landmark. She continued looking up for the landmark and then down again at her map...
She trudgingly rounded a large boulder, when she saw it. Directly ahead lay mountain some 300 yards away, with an obviously cresent shaped. She stopped dead in her tracks. The sun was setting and the wind was getting too cold even for her. She decided that it would be in her best interests to look for some kind of shelter.
He came down out of the skies, his wings opened to their fullest, the striped primaries spread like fingers. His whiplike tail swung through the air, creating an arc of fire from the flame at the tip. His canine muzzle was lowered slightly, pointed towards the earth, seeking for a place to shield him from the fierce, icy wind. The dark red frill on his tail acted as a rudder as he flapped nonstop at the unstable air, his mane flicking past his face. The old scar on his muzzle had opened because of the strain of his flight, so blood ran down his face, dripping off his black chin.
Xavier started walking towards the lone figure walking along towards the cresent mountain, he judged this figure to be the one the merchant had hired to kill and take the map back from, and if Xavier could find the ruins and steal it's treasures before heading back, all the better, He was just about to sprint towards the figure when something dropped out of the sky, he ducked down among the rocks and watched the figure and the thing in the sky...
character: hailie She peered out from the icy coldness of the wind that has shielded her from sight in its thickness and whistle. The very thing that has prickled her furred face and stung her eyes is essential for her safty. She had followed this tail for quick some time but mainly out of bordem. She was long over due for an adenvture, her bones wear tiring from lack of excitment. Now her fluffy ears pricked up from under her cloak hood, edged on flicking towards sound by the smell of blood that drifted into her nostrels and took hostage her sences. Her Black eyes glares as icy as the wind towards movment and the colour red. That move would normaly be deadly in her line of interest but right now she didn't feel much of a threat from there mear mortals. She twitched her tail shedding the ice from it royal blue fur that laced it for warmth along with the rest of her figure. Average hight, and physique, she didn't get cold easy, her cloak aided her fur in keeping her warm. Her sences stayed heavily aimed on the source of blood, as her black eyes glazed with a see through layer of red.
[OOC]I seem to have a problem with my computer and ramath so I'll post anyways... Sorry if that bugs you, but there's no other way... Xavier did a quick scan of for anything that might be following him and he caught a quick glimpse of blue among white, he took the sniper rifle from his back and aimed it at the patch of blue and fired three shots.
She herd the shoots of a wepean as the bullet races through its muzzle. The first sliced threw the snow an inch to her right, the second grazed the tip of her ear as she contorted into a funk lil dance in attempt to avoid the gun shoots. The third Grazed her deeply behind her knee cap as she dove into some rare winter fiolage to the right. Her black cape concealing her in the shadow as she huddled down into the snow with a shiver. She maniged to conceal the yelp of pain but would the blood stay unoticeable for long? She doubted it very much. Her fingers paw rose to her chest and clamped down on the madalion that graced her coller bone. She closed her eyes feeling the sensation run through her. It wouldn't heal her compleatly, oh not even close but for now it would stop the blood flow. Healing was not what this special tool was used for. She sat drapped over her painfull body, her muzzle drawn close her her chest under her cloak hood, her breathing short and shard yet her eyes filling with a hatred of ignorance that was unescapable.
Xavier looked for signs that his bullet had hit, but seeing none He decided to keep monitoring his target. He crept closer to the 'dragon heading for the cresent shaped mountain he holstered his sniper rifle, and sprinted through cover to get a better view.
With her wounds now temporarilt bound from the seeping blood she looked on. The pain had not eased, to her intention. She knew she would not last long out here in the cold with her injuries. Either she take a chance and die now, or die later. Her pain tolerance was low, witch in a way surved her vary well. She emerged from her snow drift and started to creep along the snow flaced ground. Her black cape blending into the darkend backgroun but giving her away against the white. Her body language showed no injury and no potental danger to harm any other beaing.
Xavier turned, glimpsing the fluitter of black. And got ready to take another shot. He flipped down his night vision goggles, which doubled as thermal goggles when he needed them. He reloaded and fired another four shots at the black cloak fluttering in the wind...
Geez was this guy out to kill her or what? She wasn't here to steel his riches she was simply board and wanted to assist if horrer should attempt to through her threat off track. This time she had hre ears pricked to the gun shot. Her wounds slowed her but she had her magic. She gripped her amulet and just in time so spare her of more bullet holes with oozed blood the wind and snow picked up throwing them off track and giving her an indepth cover.
