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- Posted: Tue, 03 Mar 2015 21:06:24 +0000
► Song: Anthem Of The Lonely ◄
► Mood: Shy ◄
► With: Drago ◄
► Where: Inside a Cave ◄
► Zoralth could stay like this for eternity just wrapped up in the familiar wrap that seemed to just wrap around her, but soon she was just left with chills as the male pulled his hand back. She almost wanted to reach out and take his hand again but she resisted that urge and looked away. However when the male started to talk she looked back at him just nodding as Zoralth made a mental reminder. “Drago. That is an interesting name.” Not wanting to pry too much she wanted to as why he chose that name or was it a nickname. It was then that she watched him as he started to collect some things that were around the cave. Straightening her legs out Zoralth stretched as she was being aware that she was actually tired. Guessing the battle before took more out of her then before she just sighed before looking back at Drago as she came back to the side of the bed.
Placing the bucket on the floor she was just confused as cloth was placed next to her as well, but it was his comment that made her blush some. “Thank you.” She just wanted to cover her face because she felt her cheeks getting warm, but she did move closer to the edge of the bed so that she could reach the bucket easier. Grabbing on of the rags she dipped it into the bucket before squeezing some of the water out then started to clean the dried blood off herself. It was stubborn and quite difficult seeing as she now had scales that she was trying to clean. Following Drago with her eyes as he hung up his coat and placed his weapon away too. Seeming to relax more Zoralth closed her eyes as she pulled herself from the dragon magic. Just as easily as it was for the horns, claws, tail, wings, and scales to appear on her body, they just as easily disappeared like they were being pulled back inside.
Opening her eyes the cave seemed to be darker as she could had her human eyes back, but she wet the cloth and started to clean the blood. It was easier now that she didn’t have scales and she had to clean in between, but it was soon that the silence was broken. When asked what he name was the female just grabbed a new cloth. “I am Zoralth, and I have been giving the title of The Bringer of Death.” She didn’t mind the title but it was hard to go into towns that know her title. At one point someone tried to plant a stole object on her so that the guards would haul her off to jail. In that case she was the bringer of death seeing as that person was seen from again. Dipping the fresh cloth into the water Zoralth squeezed most of the water out before she started to dab the cloth down her next and across her chest.◄
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