Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 7, 2015 18:43:44 GMT -6
Well west of Taras, and north of Ostia, there was a small little house, vacant and run down. This was where the three rivers intersected, but was about an hours trip east of it. This house had seen better days, the roof having partially collapsed, with vines overtaking the walls, moss reclaiming the woof into mulch, but the windows were still there, if cracked. The house was the home to many pleasant memories, but also painful ones, which would creep up like nightmares. it was no one home for many, many years, but it's owner would return this day. Walking softly through the long grass, long since cut, let alone waded through, the white haired maiden set eyes upon the old wooden and stone structure, and breathed a very nostalgic sigh. Ah, this was her home once upon a time, Saffra Therin's home. She had a different last name when she previously lived here.
What was it she was called again? it had been many many years since then...Started with a P right? No no, that was wrong. Saffra ran her hands through her hair, grumbling about her lack of memory. Perhaps it wasn't important. That was a different age of many different ages. That name had died, let it rest in piece. The grass clung to her as she waded through it, the dirt soft underfoot, not quite mud, but it was moist. Pushing through, and finally getting to a less densely populated area, there, stone was neatly put on the ground, though the grass persevered, darn weed, poking through the cracks in the ground. This she would need to take care of, it made her clothes damp! With a smile, the girl pushed on towards the door. It surprised her that the door was still hinged. Reaching for it, the doorknob didn't twist, but instead, broke off entirely, same with the door, falling inwards with a hollow thump. The woman just stared at it, sighing softly.
"Oh...whoops.."
Stepping inside, and on top of the door, she looked around the stone interior. Things were missing, as well they should. She did not expect to leave this place here and expect it not to be robbed. There wasn't much to take, if you didn't know where to look. She knew no one would look where her things were kept, cold hands traced along cold stone, finding etchings where others hand violated her house. That made the woman frown. How disrespectful, stupid children, though, probably long dead, so that brought a smile to her lips. She was in no rush at the moment, taking her time to get reacquainted with the place she spent hundreds of years in. Coming to the stairs, one led up on stone stairs, while the other led down. She did want to head up, see if maybe they left her bed...even if they did, it would have all rotted away by now anyways, so instead, she went down. As she went down the stairs, it began to grow dark. This was a bother.
Stopping half-way down, she took a torch from her travel bag, cracked the flint and stone together, sparking and alighting the oil-soaked rag affixed to the end, and continued on. As she continued, her feet splashed into water, which was a surprise. It was about a foot of water over the expansive area. The underground much larger than the above. When you live as long as she, it was easy to build additions, especially when you're in secret and can use the power of your birthright. She didn't have fond memories of actually building the underground, though, she did have someone to help her, which was nice then. Coming to the end of the vacant, waterlogged room, Saffra stopped infront of a smooth wall. It looked different than the others. It was smoother, and very suspicious. it was also a large slab of stone, and by the looks of etchings on the side, people did from time to time try to pull it apart, or something of that manner. it wouldn't move of course, it was too heavy, even for her. This was intentional, and also the reason why she had help building this downstairs.
Moving to an indiscreet section of wall, pressing a small switch located between some stones, one would hear a catch release, but nothing more happened. Nothing was supposed to. Saffra returned to that same wall, went and pushed the stone wall inwards, having to draw upon the strength from her dragonestone, altering the form of her arms, with horns growing from her head the more she drew. Clawed hands pressing at the wall, until it could move no further. Then, gripping as best she could at the edge, and tugging it to the side. This should have been a lot easier. Sadly, it seemed, that something either rotted or eroded to the point that this was going to be a chore. Still, with a loud cry, Saffra pulled, even putting her feet up on the other side of the archway, slowly pulling that rock slab wall open inch by inch, until it needn't move further.
Bracing her back against the wall, Saffra bellowed out heavy pants, clearly winded as she let go of the power she sought, if reluctantly. Her red eyes turned, fatigue spread across her face, to gaze at what lay inside. Covered in cobwebs, long since abandoned by the spiders who made them, was but a lonely sword, scabbard looking worse for ware, but the sword itself seemed untouched by time. Reaching out, feeling the leather scabbard scabbing away it's top layer onto her hand as she grabbed it, pulling the silver blade free of it, and looking over the beautiful white blade.
It seemed a bit silly, going all this way to retrieve an old sword, when one of equal quality could be made, but this had memories, fond memories, tied to it. She almost wanted to cry as she brought the sword to her, embracing it as if a lover, and whispering to it, "I've missed you, Iyothin." She remained that way, just fondly remembering the man who's blade this belonged to, before finally wading out from the damp underground, back to the main floor.
Was she ever tired now, and the day was just getting started! Settling the sword nearby, she went and retrieved from her pouch some bread, and cheese. Happily eating the two together while she sat on the dusty ground of her abandoned home, looking over all the cobwebs and the etchings people would leave, but eating quietly.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 8, 2015 8:23:02 GMT -6
Hours went by, the old dragon having went through house and home, but nothing remained as it once did. Still, this was a nice secluded place, she would take the time to stay here. There was no rush to be anywhere. Time was immeasurable to her. Speaking of which, how old was she? While leaving the house, she thought about it, Time was hard to gauge in human years. They just passed by so quickly for the lesser beings. While continuing to ponder, she set about to do some chores, mostly with all the build up of all the grass surrounding her house that had grown so long. With the blade she set out with, a machete, she hacked away at the grass. it would be much easier if she had a sickle of some sort, but this was the best she could do. She had to be about two millennium old, right? That sounded right....was she really that old? Looking at one of her hands, she looked it over. That was stupid, it was near impossible, even for others of her kind, to tell how old someone was by their human appearance, there are ways to tell though, but this wasn't one.
Humming a song, an old song, how did she remember this song? Ah well, her memory was weird, she could remember some things really well, but not others. Standing up, after finishing off the front, she stretched out her arms and let her wings loose. The reached high, but it felt nice to stretch them. She figured she was in such a place that no one would see after all, but those white wings were easily spotted at a distance, within all this green and brown surrounding. Sitting on the stone bench outside her former residence, she curled a wing over, gently stroking it and the scaled covering the bone structure, with the thin, but strong membrane.
With a smile, and narrowed eyes, she turned and looked off towards the bushes. There, a little girl had seen her wings flash up, and went to go see what it was. She seemed frightened of her, but still stayed instead of going to tell her parents. Even then, she probably wouldn't have been believed.
"Oh, hello there little one.."
Saffra was calm, her voice soft and welcoming, she had no desire to hurt a curious child after all. She turned more to face her, curling those wings back, while crossing her legs. The little girl seemed wary of her, that was good. A child had to be, it was a sign of intelligence. She was a dangerous being afterall, humans were too in their own right, she had seen that first hand. She decided not to pressure the girl, letting her be the one to approach, which she did very slowly, pushing clear of those pushes which sheltered her.
"What...what are you?"
Ah...right...people still didn't believe her kind was alive. She even went through a major Lycian town with her wings out, but it seemed that things were all husk husk...even Aerious destroying a city didn't seem to spark the rumor of dragons in the world. Why not have fun with this? Oh, she could go for something fun right now.
"Me, dear child? Why...I'm an angel.." She didn't really think of saying that, but that would be fun, what if she could spark such a rumor? Oh...that would be fun, but the child wouldn't be much of a conveyor of information. No one would believe her, but this was for fun. As expected, the girl just looked at her strangely. The disbelieve written across her face.
"You're an angel? Aren't angels supposed to have white wings, with feathers?"
Frowning, she stretched out one of her wings. Sure, no feathers...and if she were of a different colour variety, she could easily pass off as a demon or something. "Oh, so you've seen a real angel before?"
"No...but in the books, they're.."
"Right, in books. Girl, you need to know something, sometimes authors embellish." The girl just looked at her strangely, not understanding the word clearly. "Oh, sorry, I meant, sometimes they stretch truths, because they don't understand exactly what they saw."
The girl still seemed very skeptical, but she seemed to accept it a bit more. Country bumpkins were always easy to fool. Especially those with no education, which were most. The girl came closer, reaching to touch the outstretched wing, , and meeting with the feel of heat through the extension of herself. The girl accepted it more, as the wing flexed slowly and puled her in, seeing that they were indeed real. She seemed excited now, even laughing.
"Oh wow, an Angel! Wait until mum hears about this!"
The girl broke away, waved, and then hurried home. Was there a settlement close by that wasn't here before? This would be problematic, but worth seeing through. She had met the whole Farmers with pitchforks thing before, it was common. Maybe...if she could convince that she was sent by their Elimine...Saffra shuddered. She hated that name with a passion. Fool people worshiping a fool woman, but if she could do that, maybe she could use these fanatical people.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 8, 2015 11:21:24 GMT -6
Nighttime arrived far too quickly. The moon half full, offering little light, but that was okay. Inside of her home, the hearth was lit, offering a roaring fire provided by the trees in the area. The crickets chirping, and the frogs feasting on what came their way. For some reason, she enjoyed the sound of the frogs the most. Relaxing by the fire, sword laid across her lap, this was just perfect for her. Living as long as she did, she was so used to these lonely nights, even preferring it most of the time. Stretching her arms out, she relaxed, lay herself on the ground, ready for sleep. only...there was something amiss in the night, there were noises she could not explain.
It bothered her, they sounded familiar, and they were in the distance. Clank! She knew that sound...ringing metal...and...was that shouting? it was people, but what were they doing, a party maybe? No no, something far from it. Ah...a battle! That's what it was. It was starting to die out though, growing more and more quiet. That usually meant the fighting was nearing it's end. Grabbing the blade, she exited the building, taking to a run in the direction she heard it. it was hard to run in the darkness, Saffra tripped over stumps and rocks both, not knowing why she was even bothering, perhaps it was morbid curiosity. She bounded, more than ran. This would help a bit, if it was a bit more tiring.
The fighting was much closer now, and she could hear individual voices, but she could hear something much more...feral sounding as well. As she came into the open, the Dragon saw. She had seen these creatures before, Revenants and the Entombed. They shambled like an immovable force, unafraid of death, for they have already experienced it. The men they were assaulting were trying to defend a town just hundreds of meters away. This seemed to be a mercenary band that got stuck in the middle of this. They had lost a good bit of their numbers, but they fought well. They seemed to be hardened fighting, perhaps having seen these creatures before, and learned a bit on how to fight them.
Slowly wading her into the light, the mercenaries started to fall back, there were just too few to defend against such attacks further. When the townspeople saw that mercenaries falling back, they began to panic, the monsters themselves were making their way into the town now. Saffra followed at a job, some turning to even face her. They thought her just like any other human, as well they should. With the first walking corpse coming close, the dragon moved herself around the swipe the thing launched at her with it's two handed strike. Revenants were simple reanimated creatures, slow, but tough. With having walked around the strike, she lashed out with that silver blade, striking it in the leg, and cleaving the limb off. She would deal with it later, there were more enemies to contend with.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 8, 2015 23:37:26 GMT -6
It was amusing to watch as that creature, with a loss of a leg, tried to crawl after her in it;s slow, decrepit state. it brought the woman to laughing in the night, loud and uncaring. If she were to hear the same thing, with all that was going on, it would be chilling, but the dragon woman was having fun. it was still dangerous, even for her, but she felt alive. Oh, how she hadn't felt this way in awhile. Thankfully, there wasn't many left that had entered the town by now. She could see them, shambling about the roads, moving to doors to begin banging and clawing at with sharpened fingers. As the dragon moved into town, she dragged the blade along the stone, trying to gain as much attention as possible.
Honestly, these humans could die for all she cared, but oh, if she could use them to spread the tale, that would be wonderful. Drawing on her dragonstone, she flourished those long white wings, the flames reflecting off of her scales. She began to hum as the zombies lurched in her direction, fairly spread out for her to engage freely. The entombed though would be more of a problem, thankfully there were only two of those...but where were they? An old song worked to mind, and began to hum the melody. She thought about singing the song, but ah, maybe another time.
With the first creature coming close, she saw the hand coming to attack her, but raising her blade to intercept, allowing the limb to cut itself on the blade. Jerking the sword, she severed the limb, recoiling that arm, and piercing chest of the walking corpse. The creature, did it cry out in pain? No no, probably just a death rattle, a re-death rattle? What an amusing thought. With the blade inside, she drew on her massive strength, and tore the blade straight out of it's ribcage, just under the armpit of the intact limb, while tossing the creature aside, there came a flash of rusted steel, catching her offguard.
Her arm was cut, feeling the essence leave through her skin, the Dragon snarled as she looked at the skeleton walker. it stung...more than stung. She had to recoil and recover her bearing. This is why she wanted to know where they were, they were quiet, and their awkward sounds were muted by the rest of the commotion in the town. With a little laugh, she looked at those empty eyes, licking her lips.
"Ah...there you are..where's your friend?"
She didn't expect an answer, instead, the skeleton attacked once more, swinging it's blade for her head. Prepared, Saffra rose her own up, while cradling her injured limb to her chest, and intercepted the blade, pushing away at it with incredible strength, causing the figure to stumble, but not knock it over. Her own attack was met the in the same manner. Blocked, but with much lesser strength. That blade it had would not be able to endure long if it kept blocking under attack from her drawn upon strength.
With a flap of those wings, she gave herself a burst of speed, sliding her blade down along the skeleton's own, catching it's fingers with the blade, and rending. The blade fell quickly with no grip to sustain it., and later, the whole thing fell, as her blade sunk into that vacant skull, dropping the creature into a pile of bones and armor. Taking a moment's respite, she allowed herself to look around. Apparently during her commotion, the mercenaries had regrouped, and pushed back. Undoubtedly they had seen her flourished wings. Well, that would be wishful thinking.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 9, 2015 9:15:27 GMT -6
The pain in her arm lessened now, she had kept a hold on it for a moment. The cut was shallow, but it was smarts! She had received much worse than this so long ago. With a quick look around, she saw that the corpses that were wandering around the open square of the town had decided to ignore her for now, focusing what they could on the men defending the settlement. This gave her time,to apply a salve, and bandage her limb. Tying off the fabric, she went back to play the with the creatures. There pitiful really. How were they controlled, if at all. Could they communicate with eachother, or were they just soldiers of a different purpose. Was anything that made them human even left in there? Were their souls still attached, chained to this unsightly frame and a prisoner of another beings purpose? Oh...that would be very frightening, she couldn't even fathom something like that happening to her.
There was a notable difference now in the atmosphere of the town. Towns had been set ablaze probably due to accident in the most cases. As people scrambled to escape the beasts, they knocked over lanterns, bringing the town to act as a giant inferno which would burn brightly in the night. There was much less shouting from the mercenaries...were they finally exhausted, unable to continue. Was she here alone now? What a bother. Really, Saffra should have turned tale and ran by now, this would be difficult to continue in her human form, and her pure form, well...that would be bad. She was big, bigger than most, but no means the biggest. They would see her a good ways off as she would be above trees in this area.
A shambler tried to catch her unawares as she thought about this conundrum, but Saffra was more occupied with the threat at hand than she seemed. The blade flashed up, thrusting into the neck of the zombie, cutting through it's spine with that beautifully sick sound of the bone separating., then tearing the blade from it's newly created hole, spattering the coagulated blood across the road it stood on. She regarded the thing now at her feet, poking at it with the tip of her sword for a moment. It was a little too easy, fighting them one on one like this, perhaps it was time to go face them head on.
Sprinting off down the street, she gave a large flap of those wings, and jumped, landing atop a study, and to note, not burning rooftop. From there, she hopped about, seeing people running away as they fled their homes , some even stopping to watch as she bounded from home to home aided by her wings, until she found a large number. With a final leap, she pointed that sword down, landing on a revenant's shoulders from behind, piercing it's skull, and as it felt, she kicked it down further by jumping to the next closest, and plunging the sword in it's back, and kicking it off her blade with full strength towards the one directly in front, knocking that one over as well. All in all, there were about 11 in all. None behind her, with a quick check over her shoulder.
She still hummed that song, murmuring softly a single line from the tune.
"The Maiden of Death won't be unwrought."
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 10, 2015 9:24:54 GMT -6
The monster that Saffra had stuck with her sword, and kicked into another one began to slowly rise, trying to climb over each other in their slothful manner, while the rest began to close on her position. The night as starting to lift, with the sun starting to creep into view. Had it really been this long already? Her eyes came back down, the deep red eyes centering on a swiping claw, casually taking a little hop back while the second arm of the creature made a move at her. The blade finding purchase as it intercepted the second swing, sinking into the meat of the arm, as a simple interception, while reaching up with her free arm, the wounded arm, grabbing at the back of the former man's head, and pulled it down, flinging the revenant face first into the dirt, later only to be stomped on, crushing that skull underfoot.
Saffra had no time to relax now, being in such close proximity, they began to rush her now together, sharp clawed fingers trying to flay her flesh from the bone. Of course the dragon counter-attacked, swinging with that blade where she could, landing hits of really no meaning from time to time as she tried to fend off an enemy who had no regard for saving themselves. This is why she hated these things. When you're unafraid to die, who both defending, they just kept attacking. She had to go about this a different way. One did manage to break forth, and was quickly singled out and slaughtered. her blade was slick now with that odd, dead blood. The water had begun to separate from the bloodcells, making it much more runny, and it was starting to get over her hands, making the hilt slick, just as she would find out when plunging the blade into where the heart would reside of another creature, and losing her strong grip on it due to carelessness. She wasn't used to fighting with a sword still, she was more used to using her hands, claws, or knives.
With her silver blade planted in the chest of a monster on the ground, she began to wipe off her hands on the side of her clothing, immediately regretting that decision. She would have to clean them immediately to get those stains out. This wasn't so bad, at least she could go all out now. With he power of her dragonstone infusing her. With another attack coming forth, instead of evading, she took initiative, by seizing the limb in her hand, crushing that rotten flesh under her fingers, and with the intent to use the monster as a weapon itself by clubbing the others, instead, well, she pulled off the arm. Looking at the limb, she couldn't help but start laughing. She hadn't used this much strength in awhile, it would take some getting used to. Still, she got what she wanted, sort of, and began instead to club the creature with it's own arm, making it submit to the ground before placing the firm toe of her boot through it's forehead.
She had to tuck away her wings, lest they be more trouble than good in such close quarters. Honestly, the arm was not a good weapon to attack with, and as she continue to back away, trying to get them away from her sword, she threw the limb at one, before running away a good couple of meters, turning, and then running back. As she neared the group of zombies again, Saffra vaulted overhead, an easy task, all with the goal of retrieving her sword. With the ground coming up, she put out her feet, and her hand. Touching down, and grabbing the hilt of her sword, she pulled it from the cadaver, and immediately went on the attack. Aided with the extra strength, her wings coming back into existence, she proceeded to cleave bodies in twain one after the other, getting marked up as she did by their claws as they cut at her, and tore at her clothing, but in flashes of silver steel, and with the rising sun, the battle was over.
It was quiet now, despite the crackling of the fires in the town, Saffra stood for a moment, blood dripping down her blade, which had in turn painted her as well. Walking to the central well at the center of town, she sat on the edge and took a deep breath, and relaxed. Her body was tired, having drawn on that strength tired her after prolonged periods. She was mentally exhausted as well, and feeling quite sleepy. With her eyelids drooping, she fell asleep slowly, and as she did, those wings disappeared, releasing the power of her stone finally.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
Posts: 169
Lycia Fame: -1
Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Aug 11, 2015 2:27:26 GMT -6
As Saffra rested, asleep from her exertion, she dreamed, what seemed like a happy memory. The dream was from a time far gone, a time that will never been seen like it again. As she woke in the dream, her human body was non-existent, instead, having her pure form, scales and all, though she was smaller than she was now, but not by much. Waking atop that familiar mountain peek, alone in her cave, Saffra glanced about at the vacant cave. It was humble, and cozy for an ice dragon like her. She enjoyed the cold, and there was no decadence commonly seen in human abodes, just simple space and defensive for her family...family! Climbing up onto all four legs, she immediately turned to see them, those eggs, her eggs. They had been wrapped up in the bulk of her tail, keeping them warm against her body. Despite being a dragon of ice, she did give off heat. The dream was rather lucid, she knew it was a dream, but it seemed too real. She felt like weeping as she curled back around those three shells, feeling the warmth they gave off.
As she lay with those eggs, three in total, a sound other than wind, could be heard, and immediately turned to face the entrance f the cave, seeing a creature land at the front of it, much like herself. Her heart lept and happiness filled her, it had been so long, it felt like, since she had seen that face as it came clearly to her. She dare not stand up though, instead letting the male come to her. Bumping heads intimately together, he lay next to her, looking in at what Saffra protected. She saw a smile, or what equated to one, grow over those corners of his mouth.
وہ اچھی طرح ہیں؟ (Are they well?)
With a soft nod, a clawed...hand? No, a clawed foreleg came to caress one of the eggs, taking care, though against humans, they would be tough to break, but for her, they were fragile, dear things. The tip of her tail dancing about in happy amusement as it flicked about. This couldn't be real, could it? Either way, she gave the male a glance, trying to recall his name, shameless it was, her memory wasn't so good anymore since the Scouring...The Great Murder. Then suddenly, it was there, that name that made her heart ache. Sefinnel.
جی ہاں جی ہاں، بالکل . میں سارا دن ان کے ساتھ کیا گیا ہے (Yes yes, of course. I have been with them all day)
کیا تم بھوکے ہو؟ اگر آپ چاہتے ہیں تو میں ان کی دیکھ بھال کر سکتے ہیں (Are you hungry? I can care for them if you'd like)
With a dismissive gesture, Saffra lay her head down, snorting softly as she seemed to close herself up more around those eggs.
نہیں، میں ان کے ساتھ رہیں گے . میں نے ان سے اس وقت چھوڑ نہیں کرے گا (No, I will stay with them. I will not leave them this time)
This obviously brought the male dragon to a bit of a conundrum. He didn't understand her meaning, as well he shouldn't. He was a figment of her imagination, but Saffra didn't want to let go of the illusion. With Sefinnil placing his head atop Saffra's own, causing her to close her eyes and rumble out pleasantly, she started to grow sleepy. No! If she fell asleep, she would awake to a nightmare.
آپ کو کچھ عجیب باتیں کہتے Sapherial (You say the strangest things sometimes Sapherial)
With that, the dream ceased and the nightmare that was the waking world returned to her, as she fell asleep soundly in the dream.
Eyes bursting open wide as she got up, lurching for dream with her arm stretched out to reach for it, exclaiming at the top of her longs, showing her desperate she was for those things that were precious to her, نہیں! مجھے مت چھوڑو! (No! Don't leave me!) but it was gone, she was here now. Here...inside a...house? How did she get in here? Oh right...that fight...she remembered she went to sit at the well...did she fall asleep? How shameless of her, but she laughed, a defeated laugh, unable to muster any kind of happiness out of the success of her defense. Why did she do it anyways? What she failed to realize, was a face poking through the door. A little girl, who looked very familiar. With narrowed red eyes, she understood now. That was the little girl she met the previous day, the one who she claimed to as being an 'Angel of Elimine' Oh how that name made her stomach turn. What ind of bad joke was that on her part. Either way, it must have sunk, because her face came alight as their eyes met, and pushed into the room.
"You're awake, you're awake! Mum! The Angel's awake!"
The girl regarded her still though, waiting for her mother to arrive, giving her a near scrupulous look. Saffra couldn't understand that meaning of it, until the girl did finally ask.
"Ms. Angel, where are your wings?"
Looking over her shoulder, she gave a light chuckle, a fake show of amusement, answering her curtly. "Oh, well, you see, they would be very uncomfortable to sleep on, so I simply have them hidden away."
The girl seemed happy with that answer, though a little depressed not to see those white, scaled wings. Thankfully she wouldn't have to deal with a child for too much longer, as the mother walked into the room, immediately bowing before her. Saffra had to guess that the mother wrote off her daughter's story, but perhaps maybe witnessed her during the attack, or heard from another of her brandished wings.
"Ms , I am so happy you are awake. My daughter told me you were an angel, but after hearing what you did for us...well...it's hard not to believe you are what they say you are. Thank you for saving my family."
Family...if only she could have saved her own. Why did she have to have that dream now, what a bother. These humans were making her sick as well. She didn't want to be around them any longer. She needed to be alone, away from them. Trying to remain composed, Saffra slowly began to sit up out of her bed, slowly putting on her boots, and gathering her things. This obviously brought worry to her hosts, who didn't know what to make of it.
"Ah...Ms..? Is everything alright?"
"What? Oh, yes, of course. I am sorry I cannot stay, but I am urgently needed elsewhere in the world. Your town is safe, Elimine..." Oh, she shuddered this time, "sent me to keep your village protected...remember, she has not forgotten about you, and has sent me, and others like me to guide and protect you."
Leaving through the front door, she could see the townsfolk repairing and salvaging what they have lost. A sad sight, for sure, but not one she found unpleasant. it made her a little happy to see those homes burnt, but she had to keep up appearances.
"Thank you for taking care of me while I was unconscious. Your kindness will not be forgotten...I bid you, and your daughter farewell."
Without waiting for a response, those wings appeared, spanning wide, before they extended out, and gave a mighty flap, lifting her with ease off the ground, and soaring off, away from this place. What a waste of time it was. Perhaps she should have let the place burn and die off. Well, what's done is done, but that dream still bothered her and it would for quite some time. Murmuring under her breath, she felt tears starting to form as she flew, and bowing her head.
"I miss you, my love."
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