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Date & Time: 6/30
Location: the Outlands
Characters: Seviilia & Khisanth
Summary: an evil dragon and a dead elf walk into a wasteland, stop me if you've heard this one
Warnings: pppppossibly violence against nature's poor defenseless creatures? these are pretty unpleasant people, here.

[ She takes less precaution with her true form these days. She hasn't killed any humans, not one single one, and in return, her brief flights over Exsilium don't get any alarms raised. It's a little strange. But Bight appears to have been right, and it does seem to work...

But that also means that her occasional appetite for toying with a meal goes unsated. So now and then Khisanth makes her way to the Outlands, picks some unlucky, mutated creature, and spends a little time with it. Today she's found herself what been a deer at some point; it has two too many legs and a mouthful of fangs to separate it from anything she'd ever have called a deer, but she can see the resemblance. It's caught between her two front feet, with her long body curled protectively around to form a small (sizable, really) arena. It's amusing how it lashes out in desperation, bites bouncing off of her thick, black scales, and high, distressed calls utterly unheeded.

She'll probably kill and devour it soon, but... just a little more. ]

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[Not entirely unheeded.

If Khisanth is too focused on the hapless creature between her talons, then she likely won't hear the tell-tale drop of plate armor as Seviilia moves into the area -- not to help the disgusting animal, but to see what was causing the commotion. Naturally, she was often not the only beast in the parts, and occasionally such calls revealed larger prey that would give her a bit of challenge.

What she found was far more than she bargained for.

She had already met at least one dragon in Exsilium, but it had been mild in spite of its black scales and curious red markings. Certainly nothing she had ever seen in Azeroth before. This one...this one was different. She was smaller, about the size of a few fledgling Frostwyrms that had been converted in the prime of their youth, but with onyx scales and the fiery orange eyes she was used to seeing on the fearsome Black Dragonflight.

Caution would be necessary, even if she were already a corpse. Her axes were already out, prepared to fight whatever had made the noise and then some...but instead of leaping at Khisanth, the elf merely straightens, surprise evident on her expression.]

Hm.

[Awkward.]

[ She is absorbed, along with completely fearless in the Outlands. What could possibly hope to damage a black dragon, even if it managed to sneak up on her? All animal claws bounce off of her hide, and she's not very worried about running into Transports out here. So the plate-armored approach goes unnoticed, but the sound of a voice doesn't.

Her head snaps up and around, even as one of her talons bats the deer down so it can't dash away while she's distracted. Fiery orange eyes narrow. ]

What do you want?

[The size difference alone might have sent her running, at a gentler point in life. For now, she keeps a respectable distance and offers the black dragon a small smirk. Considering that she hadn't been attacked yet, she would handle this as carefully as possible.

She's not stupid enough to put away her runeaxes however, both which emit a sickening mixture of frost and death magics.]

Not a thing, of course. Apologies for my interruption. I couldn't help but hear the cries of that pathetic mongrel between your talons.

[ She knows that smell. It's come from Koltira, and Arthas before him. It's cold, dead, and she's learned to attach bitterness to it. There's a low growl from somewhere in her chest, and a slight shift of her weight snaps the neck of the deer under her claws. ]

It wasn't an invitation. [ She shifts, bringing her full attention around to this living dead thing, with wings half furled and muscles tensed. ] It's rude to interrupt someone's dinner, you know.

Of course. I didn't quite expect to find a dragon, considering what I heard.

[Can she take a dragon? Probably not. Can she outrun a dragon? Possibly. Does she need to?

That remains to be seen. After all, she's quite used to being disliked by most others.]

Do you frequent these lands? I will be more cautious in the future, if so.

I more than frequent them, I own them.

[ A bit of an overstatement. But she hasn't seen Ricasthix in a while, and she doubts if Crucible would bother to contest the point. The gold is too small to bother with. She's confident that it would be difficult to prove her wrong. She allows herself a toothy grin. ]

I usually charge travelers a toll.

[Its a shame I'm not a traveler, she thinks. But best to play along, for the moment. She tilts her head to the side in an almost avian fashion.]

Oh? Of what sort?

[ She toys with the corpse, as if in thought. She pierces a haunch with one claw, begins to pull, and with a gristly cracking, popping sound, detaches the limb entirely to chew thoughtfully at it, as one would a strand of grass. ]

Gold, usually. I'll also accept jewels. What do you have on you?

["What do you have on you". She fights not to laugh. Greedy little creature -- the technique must work wonders on those who easily fear. She can't push down the amused smile.]

Not very much, I'm afraid. My armor, my weapons, and empty rocket fuel canisters. I don't frequent the Hold often, you see.

[She crouches from the distance, for no other reason outside of tensing her muscles in case the dragon doesn't like that answer.]

I am certain you are capable of hunting on your own, but I am quite apt at killing myself. Or...perhaps I can encourage something more your size into the area.

[ Khisanth is disappointed, but it doesn't show. After all, this dead thing has shown considerable fortitude already. She doesn't doubt that she's not feeling the fear quite as keenly as someone else would, and it's hardly surprising to see her attempt rebuffed.

Oh well.

At the next offer though, she raises a brow ridge. ]

Deer do get dull, no matter how many legs they have. If you can find something worth my while and direct it here, I might consider allowing you passage.

[Pleasantly, the elf takes a moment to bow -- not far, and without taking her eyes off the dragon in question.]

It would be my most esteemed pleasure. I have one small condition on the matter.

[As Seviilia straightened, she suddenly lamented the absence of Blighthoof. It would make this much easier and less dangerous. -- also faster. But this dragon here would have to settle for her light feet rather than a horse's hooves.]

If you don't wrangle my pursuer in a timely fashion, I will kill it myself.

[ She snorts, disdainful. ]

Bring it to me, you'll see how timely my kills are.

[Without another word, she's gone. She's fast, much faster than an elf rightly should be, no doubt due to her condition of undeath. It wouldn't mean much in the face of a mounted creature, but it would be enough to slip out of the way of a large predator as long as she was smart.

There's a few long moments of searching in the forests before Seviilia accidentally happens upon a large...she thinks its a lizard, quite possibly a snake with limbs that don't quite work. In any event, its huge, and has rows of sickly fangs. It only takes burying her axe in the tip of its tail to set it chasing after her. Just in case, she coats the creature with frost magic to make sure she's able to keep some distance from it. The beast thrashes a few times continuously to snake the slowing mechanism off its body, but it works well enough to ensure that one well placed strike won't end the elf's unlife.

By the time she breaks from the foliage, the frost has been shaken off completely and the malformed reptile is in full pursuit. The elf is forced to dive away from a violent strike from the creature's mouth to ensure she is not swallowed whole. Its easily three times her size.

She'll keep running for higher ground until Khisanth opts to stop the beast, a single icy chain momentarily snapping around its tail to root it to the earth. It won't last long from how the beast thrashes.]

[ Khisanth isn't in sight when Seviilia returns with her prize. For a moment there's nothing, until a shriek picks up. It soars to full, piercing volume agonizingly fast, and just a few seconds after that, Khisanth drops out of air she hadn't occupied a moment ago. She lands heavily, precisely on the thing's back, and the shriek cuts off as her jaws find better things to do. Skin and muscle pull away under her teeth, and warm blood sprays into both her mouth and the air.

The creature under her rolls, trying to dislodge Khisanth, but by then she's clung tight with her fore claws and begun to tear it apart with her hind claws, jaws snapping all the while. It isn't long before its thrashing stops entirely, and Khisanth's movements shift from killing to gorging. ]

[Once she's sure she's safe, Seviilia takes a front row seat to watch Khisanth kill the...whatever it was. She's crouched, axes now loosely in her hands and an accomplished smirk on her face. She had only seen the Frostwyrms kill a few times and they almost always went straight for the vital spot. There was never any fanfare or stealth, and the pray was rarely large.

Exsilium was a curse on itself, but things like this occasionally made her glad to be here. She won't say that.

She'll also make a point not to bother Khisanth until she's finished her meal, focusing instead on picking pieces of dirt and grass off her armor that had lodged itself there when she had dove away from the malformed creature.]

[ It doesn't take her long. She's had her fill before the creature has been entirely consumed, and she eventually sits back with gore coloring a good fourth of her front half. She looks pleased with herself, a forked tonue cleaning what it can reach around her jaws. ]

A bit of a fast kill, but I admit I was hungry.

[ it's almost like saying thanks! ]

One's needs must take priority over one's pleasure, on occasion.

[She'll take it -- it's not like anyone ever thanks her anyway. She's a gross dead elf who tries to kill almost everything she touches, so she can't entirely blame the lack of graditude (nor is she really looking for it). It was rewarding to her in its own ways, and that's really all that mattered.]

Even for a quick kill, it was most impressive. It was my pleasure to provide.

Of course it was.

[ She could mean of course it was impressive, or she could mean of course it was Seviilia's pleasure. Either would fit well, really. So she leaves it ambiguous, rises from her haunches, and starts to walk. A toss of her head indicates that she wouldn't be offended to have company along, so the elf had really better oblige. ]

Your name?

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