Anju
Riya, despite being the older of the two, takes clear comfort in Boreal’s soft crooning, and flies close to her aquamarine sister as she swoops down to summon her bonded. Too scared to do much more than linger close and ensure they answered her call for help. She only strikes out ahead to lead the way, immediately returning to Anju’s side in a spray of sand as she lands haphazardly. The Dragoon had ended up mostly on her back, curled sideways with her wounded side to the heavens, and the dragon shoved her way beneath to prop the woman up into something more like a sitting position.
Anju blinks blearily, her breakneck run through the desert leaving her disoriented, leg pulling away instinctively in a lurch of defensiveness that is cut immediately short by the twinge of pain it causes. Hissing out a breath of pain, she resigns herself to stillness, and tries to focus on the newcomers. Searching Riya’s heart and finding only reassurance that the two she had hunted down clearly meant well, Anju takes the risk of speaking to yet another stranger that day and lifts her tired head. “An Ascended woman was destroying a shrine in the Boneyard, one of the ones who attacked Stormbreak,” she grits out, and moves her hand enough to reveal the electric burn marks and dark blood on her brown skin; scorching and marring the areas of both forearms and the front of one shoulder. “Was stupid. Tried to get her to stop. Had to call for the spirits to help me out of there alive.” Her long dark hair had spilled out of its normally tight, perfect bun to spill over Riya’s ivory scales as the Dragoon’s head falls back against her companion’s girth, exhausted. “I was there to worship, I don’t have any first aid on me.” Which she feels awkward and ashamed to admit, feeling like she’s burdening this random man with the foolishness of her choices, no matter how random the encounter had been.
Anju blinks blearily, her breakneck run through the desert leaving her disoriented, leg pulling away instinctively in a lurch of defensiveness that is cut immediately short by the twinge of pain it causes. Hissing out a breath of pain, she resigns herself to stillness, and tries to focus on the newcomers. Searching Riya’s heart and finding only reassurance that the two she had hunted down clearly meant well, Anju takes the risk of speaking to yet another stranger that day and lifts her tired head. “An Ascended woman was destroying a shrine in the Boneyard, one of the ones who attacked Stormbreak,” she grits out, and moves her hand enough to reveal the electric burn marks and dark blood on her brown skin; scorching and marring the areas of both forearms and the front of one shoulder. “Was stupid. Tried to get her to stop. Had to call for the spirits to help me out of there alive.” Her long dark hair had spilled out of its normally tight, perfect bun to spill over Riya’s ivory scales as the Dragoon’s head falls back against her companion’s girth, exhausted. “I was there to worship, I don’t have any first aid on me.” Which she feels awkward and ashamed to admit, feeling like she’s burdening this random man with the foolishness of her choices, no matter how random the encounter had been.
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
