Enemy of my enemy

[Dante]

"I come from Talrin," Dante said boldly, brushing her auburn hair from her face, "The mountain valley village has lost it's glory now that this... Huge black monster has decided to call the land it's hunting ground." Dante's brows furrowed, although she disliked other villages and the horrible tyrants who ruled from castles, she did almost want to ask for their help on getting rid of that beast.

The monster ate not only people, but their livestock and dragons. Just the force it must take to tear down a dragon made Dante's skin crawl. That was why she didn't fear this dragon, she feared only one thing, and that was this thing that was destroying her home.

"The rain should let up in a few hours," Dante said, figuring it was already three in the afternoon. She yawned dramatically, rolling backwards off the huge clawed dragon hand. "I think if you wanted to scare someone, it'd be best to start from human form and suddenly become a dragon," she snickered, "That trick always gets them. Pity I'm really not a dragon." Dante pulled her cloak from the wall, it was already dry. With that last comment for the afternoon, Dante spread the animal skin cloak upon the ground, quickly crouching down onto it and falling asleep.

[Bloodwing]

Blood wing listened to her story. He knew of Talrin. Or at least about the dragons that lived around there. They where dragons that didn't take sides in the great dragon war. He couldn't judge at the moment.

He watch Dante as she snuggled up and fell asleep next to him. This girl was the most confusing creature had found yet. She wasn't afraid of him in fact she seemed to find him bored. With a sigh he began to force his body to transform into his human form. As he changed his bod glowed and became a blur of red light the light shrake then faded and standing where the dragon use to be was a man with blood red hair and matching robes that look really expensive. His skin was pale and flawless and his eye where just as gold as his reptilian form's.

[Dante]

Dante slept for the rest of the afternoon and through most of the worsening storm. Tossing and turning through a dream mostly, Dante finally woke with a start. She had sat up with such a force she had hair sticking to the sweat on her cheek bones. Her turquoise eyes looked around until she remembered where she was.

She saw no dragon but a man in kingly looking clothing. Dante almost opened her mouth to ask where the dragon went until she remembered the abilities of dragons. "That is an... interesting.. form you have for a human, Bloodwing," she said, brushing the hair from her face as she pushed herself from the cold ground. Her shoulders and knees popped loudly from her movement as she pushed herself into a wide stretch.

[Bloodwing]

Bloodwing had found a rock to sit on while he waited out the storm in this hole with this strange girl. He smiled, "And you have an intersting form for a human." He said mocking interest in her curves. He stood up and stretched.

"If you see me like this in the company of others my name is Victor. I don't want the people of avaren to know both of my halves just yet." He asked of her.

[Dante]

"Just as long as you stay away from that bloody princess of Talrin," Dante said in distaste. Dante couldn't help but snicker, Victor honestly, you'd think he'd have a better name than that. Dante yawned, then turning towards the mouth of the cave. "I've made you feel uncomfortable for not feeding into your need for people to fear you," Dante said bluntly.

She brushed her auburn hair from her face once more. A deep sigh came from deep within her chest. She'd never admit to missing the home she ran from. "You don't exactly look like a 'Victor' to me," Dante said, tilting her head as she approached the male. Her eyes blinked at him a few times before sitting before him and straightening out her shirt.

[Bloodwing]

He raised an eye brow. "Who is this princess you're talking about" He asked her. Of course now that she had told him to stay away he just HAD to meet her. Like he was about to take orders from some human female that seemed bored with him. "Well you don't look like a Dante, isn't Dante. a male name?" He asked

(ooc: Short! O.<)

[Dante]

"Princess Joanna Magnus," she said bluntly, "The 'white dragon' of Talrin." Dante huffed again and then coughed. Dante raised a brow at the mention of her name. "I don't remember my real name, Dante has been my name for only two years," she explained to the human form of Bloodwing. Dante scratched her head and flicked her auburn hair from her face. How lovely this was beginning to turn out to be.

[Bloodwing]

"You can't remember more than two years back? I thought human memories where better than that. Or am I giving your species too much credit?" He said as a playful insult. He looked up at the entrance to the small cavern and was glad to see that the rain was calming down. "No, you humans have annoyingly long memory spans. So what happened to yours?"

[Dante]

Dante gave a small wave of her hand as a few sticks gathered together and lit on fire. "I don't know what happened to me. All I remember is waking up in Talrin and staying there for a few months before leaving, To be honest, I'm not even sure that's my real homeland," Dante explained still, her voice starting to raise in her dislike for her situation. There were times where Dante even questioned if she was human.

"Some human's you're giving too much credit to. Mostly its only the nobles like the princess and that Paladin I saw you fight that are the brilliant ones of the human race. The cunning man isn't always the smart one though," She said. Anger was beginning to rise in her voice and as the anger within her rose, so did the grand fire that was next to her.

Dante began to pace as she had annoyed herself by bringing up her lack of memory. Oh how it made her burn with self hatred. How this hatred had made her turn against others of her kind and made her long for their blood on her hands! She had become unmatched and terrifying, when she felt the need to kill, who would stand against her? Absolutely no one. Not a knight, not a king dared to get in her way!

Dante was consantly fueled by this self loathing that had driven her to the brink of insanity. The fire of chaos that she strived for! Dante stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. The fire that she had created to warm herself had grown to at least ten feet tall. She was shocked by this fact but showed no evidence of it. "Hm," was all that came from her as the fire immediately died back to its original size.

[Bloodwing]

He looked back at her as he listened to her answer. She didn't say too much but the look in her eyes said a lot. She was a soul lost in a sea of loneliness without even her memories to keep her company. She felt in adequate while at the same time refused to blame herself. and instead too out her frustration of her lost memories on others. Well at least that's what he assumed.

He watched the flames rise and in them read a singe emotion. Rage. Fire was the perfect tool with which to measure and compare such an emotion. He knew that to underestimate this woman was a bad idea for any one.

He found himself smiling the sadistic, bloodthirsty creature within found such an emotion entertaining and want to stoke the flames, and maybe take advantage of her. While some other part wanted to help her find her way. He was more inclined toward the sadistic side. "Has any one told you that you look beautiful when your anger, and then have time to finish their next thought?" He asked.

[Dante]

"No one has been smart enough to even st--.. wait... what?" Dante said, then realizing what the dragon-oid had said. Oh how crimson Dante's face turned. It was funny, adorable and humliating all at the same time. Within moments of realized that she had turned such a shade, Dante made the quick motion to turn away and hide it.

Emotion was the human destruction point. Humans could destroy themselves through emotion alone. Another thing that Dante loathed so much. She cried internally for something to make her stop or pass out. She had already proven that she'd be hell to deal with if double crossed, this was pointless in her book.

Dante quickly gave a fake cough to break the tension the dragon had startled up within her. "R-right," she said, stumbling over her sounds. She felt rediculous but wonderful at the same time. A compliment from someone? She didn't care whom it was from just the fact she got one was astounding. "I'll.. k-keep that in mind," she finished before sitting down with her back towards the dragon.

[Bloodwing]

Aw she turned away before her face matched his scales... or clothes in the current case. He loved the color red, and the fact that he had forced her skin to turn such a pleasant hue of crimson built onto his pride as a master of manipulation. Plus he had succeeded in getting to show some emotion. she had tried her best to keep from seeming even slightly interested in him and now she was blushing. He was victorious.

"Was that emotion registering on your face?" He asked with a sly grin. "Before now you where quite boring and a little annoying." he said with pride. "and your adorable in red maybe you should wear red instead of what your wearing now." Or she could just bathed in blood. But then he would have to stop from licking the blood off.

[Dante]

Dante had quickly managed to make herself stop blushing as much. "Nothing that you should be concerned with Victor," she said, turning back to him. Her skin on her cheeks were still a rosey pink, but being as human as she felt, she couldn't help it. Then with the thought of what colour he was and his desire for death, Dante quickly pieced together the idea of him seeing her drenched in blood. "You should see me on a good day," she said, giving him a bit of a sarcastic smirk.

She brushed her auburn hair from her face and dusted off the deep red triangles of her tanned animal skin. Something she had made with blood and red dye. A smirk from remembering a year and a half ago when she made it slid across her features. How fun that had been. For each triangle, there was one child death attached to it. Taking away children meant taking away a future, with no future, things die out.

[Bloodwing]

"A good day? and what do you mean by that?" He asked showing some curiosity. This woman was very strange he liked it but he couldn't explain to himself why. "Where did you get these skins anyway?" he asked.

[Dante]

Dante looked up at Victor. She gave a light laugh, "The skins I bought in a village quarter way between here and Talrin, I decorated it myself," she said, snickering to herself, "With the blood of children."

Dante sighed lightly, being stuck in the cavern had made her unusually tired. She yawned widely and flopped back onto her back with a small poof of dirt. "Tell me about yourself," she said, crossing her arms behind her head as she looked up at the melted ceiling.