After some thought, Suluksati continued her hunt of the hunters. She knew it would be dangerous - of course it was. Her life was dangerous even without people bent on her destruction, however, and she wanted to prevent them from accomplishing their ultimate goal.
She was following them at a distance, which was almost amusing as the hunters thought that they had caught her trail. It was not her trail, of course - probably that of an Argaroo or some other feathered Ayr beast - but it suited both of their purposes. She waited, quietly, for moments to harass them. She still hoped that they would turn back.
She had never been good at bending light. Her skills leaned towards sheilds and magical blasts. So, she was out of sight, close enough to know the direction and situation of the hunters, far enough away to keep them from noticing her. She could be quiet on the ground, when she wanted to be.
They were setting up camp for the night, and so Suluksati herself settled in to watch them, gliding gently to put the steep walls of a gorge between her and them.
"We've lost the trail." she heard them say.
"Steam and blast..." another cursed. Suluksati almost felt sorry for them.
She settled in to watch them go about their nightly business, magic and campfire banishing the darkness in a small circle around them. It was interesting to watch them, like the intricate dances of birds. Soon, their camp was up, and they prepared for dinner. The smell of cooking meat tickled Suluksati's nose and stomach, and she realized that, again, she had neglected to feed herself and was hungry.
She sighed softly at herself. She would have to work on that someday and eat properly.
Darkness surrounded her, though she could see them just fine, and she watched as they sat down to converse... about her likely. She concentrated, listening in, when she became aware that she was casting a shadow. That was not right - she had been surrounded by darkness only moments before.
" ... Dragon like Form Sighted. Not A Dragon. Must Bring Back."
The voice was strange and dangerous, and, though it spoke in but a whisper, it echoed off of the mountains of the expanse as she turned to face it. It was strange, a creature of metal and light. She growled as it advanced towards her, and then - not caring - struck at it with a bolt of magic. She did not like how her magic reflected off of its armor, scattering into the sky in a streak of holy light, nor how her claws clanged against it.
She dodged its grasping hands as the camp roused, and took to the air, her instincts telling her to run.
It followed, a glowing, calm, monstrousity that kept up to a terrifying degree. Arrows rained around her, her shield deflecting any that would have hit her mark - her hunters had seen her. But the hunters were not her concern now.
She flew away, but it was relentless.
"Subject heading south and westward. Feathered. Will apprehend"
Its voice was so unnatural it made her feel ill. She did not know or want to know what it was - she only wanted it to stop following her. But it did not tire. Soon, there were lights and a floating tree far ahead and below, the mountains at her back and the desert stretching to a cold horizon to her front. She flew towards the familiarity of the desert, her wing muscles straining from the long flight and from the fear of the thing. She looked back to see that, as she flew over the Tukyere suburbs, it stopped, its glowing eyes turned her way. Whether it was watching her, she couldn't tell, but she happily but distance between her and it, flying lower to avoid its still gaze...
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