If It Walks Like Lunch & Talks Like Lunch [Aila]

[Azkadee]

BLUUUUURP!

Azkadee had been sunning herself after a rather satisfying meal, but she lifted a clawed forepaw to her snout to daintily cover her mouth. <Excuse me,> she muttered. She wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular unless the bear trundling past was in someway offended by her gas. It paused, curiously scenting her kill and Az’s white eyes narrowed in irritation. <Bugger off, fuzzy. Go and get your own.> Her tail flicked out, rolling the bear off her rocky outlook. A small chuckle rumbled from the lithe, young dragon as she heard the bear bouncing through the brush. As an afterthought, Az pushed most of her scattered leftovers down after it. It had been a delightful meal of a rather tasty horse… and the Rider trainee that had been at the reins. Humans had such a peculiar flavor to them and it was one that Az simply could not get used to. Still, that was one less nasty little two-legger cluttering up the realm.

BLUURP!

Curse them for being determined to give her indigestion in death as well as life.

With disinterest, Az picked her teeth with a femur bone, human or equine, she didn’t particularly know before tossing it casually aside. Tummy full and wonderfully warmed by the heat of the day, Az unfolded out her wings, letting the muscles stretch in a most pleasant way. With a strong downbeat, Az took to the air, climbing up toward the puffy little clouds that matched her own shiny scales. She flicked in and out of sight, blending with the nimbo-stratus and cumulus before dropping down and freefalling. Nothing made Az happier than the freedom of flight. Coasting along the rocky crags of Beicwyr Draig, Az pulled up short. There was a human nearby. Not one of those reeking Riders, but someone else and they were quite alone. The offensive scent was familiar and Az growled deep in her chest.

Thumping down heavily, the white dragon did not worry about an element of surprise. More than likely the small figure she had touched down in front of already knew she was near. <What brings the little witch to this place? Off to visit your precious Riders?> Az looked higher up the mountain where the Riders and the blood traitors that acted as their mounts resided before extending her long neck toward the familiar woman, barring her teeth in a dragon’s version of a grin. <Or did you just miss me, Aila?>

[Aila]

i cant stand to fly im not that naive

i may sound absurd but dont be naive 'cuz even heroes have the right to bleed
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A smile braced Aila's face as she turned around to look up at a magnificent white beast looking down at her, her thoughts flowing in Aila's head. Aila knew better than to stroke a Dragon; only Rider Dragons were tame enough to stroke, and that was after a human gained permission from them. Aila didn't have a death wish; not just yet. 2 centuries weren't quite enough time for the witch. "Oh, don't flatter yourself Az," Aila mocked, her eyes twinkling as she stared at the Dragon's teeth. Anyone else would've guessed that the Dragon was barring its teeth at Aila, about to nom her; lucky for Aila though, she'd known Dragons and Az for one, long enough to know that she was infact grinning at Aila not actually barring her teeth.

"Neither you, nor the dragons were the aim of my visit here today. I just... felt like a change in scenery." Aila said casually, her words sounding like she was in a rose garden in comparison to the midst of the wilderness where Wild Dragons dwelled. Aila however, was one of the few Dragons didn't tend to attack; and Aila suspected it was due to her Druid heritage. The Druids were linked to the earth and all it's offsprings in a way that no human or magician ever was; and there was a level of understanding between the Druids and the creatures of the Earth. Aila smirked at Az, knowing that her words would somewhat amuse her Dragon aquantaince. "So tell me, how many innocent by passers have you feasted on so far, young one?" Aila paused intentionally, getting ready to speak once more; "Or oh, have you decided to change your ways? My, your talons seem a bit.. rusty." Aila cocked her head to the side, almost as if she were examining the dragons talon's which were infact perfect, however Aila being one who loved to play with fate and challenge her luck just tutted inspite of herself. "Why, it almost seems as if you've given up on hunting and are waiting for an innocent trainee to come find you, in order to imprint young one."

Aila knew her words wouldn't please the dragon; but my, Danger was what made life interesting. From time to time, that's exactly what Aila needed; a bit of danger, a bit of a chase, a bit of a struggle. Life at the shop tended to get rather monotonous and often a bit boring; not something Aila was greatly fond of. She danced a few steps away from the Dragon, her eyes wandering around as she came to a halt by a tree to lean against. Unlike her usual clothing; Aila was clothed in black, head to toe- a black corset with fitted black dragon hyde pants (no dragons had been slain for it, ofcourse. It was taken from the skin of dragons who'd died naturally due to whatever reasons.), and her hair for once was tame; straight and tied back in a high ponytail. Defense in these clothes was more of a convenience.

[Azkadee]

Az looked worriedly down at her claws before snorting and thumping her tail down heavily. Tricky thing. She supposed that it was the witch’s natural defense. Something so small had to be clever or it would never survive in this world. And Aila was incredibly old, so it stood to reason that she was also incredibly clever.“I will not imprint, you nasty, little spell tosser.” White eyes narrowed, betraying Az’s irritation. “And there is no suck thing as an ‘innocent’ trainee, as well you know. If my palate weren’t so refined, I would eat the lot of them. As it is, you humans taste rather foul.” She sniffed haughtily, lifting her proud neck to its full and considerable height before chuckling.

It was always rather difficult to remain angry at Aila. Both dragon and witch were creatures of old magic, beings that were of nature itself. It made them kin in a twisted way that Az was not at all interested in examining too closely. It gave the dragon a headache. “If my claws have rust, than your face has wrinkles, old friend. And is that…” Az lowered her head and blinked one large, white lamp. “Is that a gray hair?” She stuck her tongue out. It was a human gesture, but one that Az found rather enjoyable. Another toothy grin turned up her muzzle.