RP:A Distasteful but Respectful Encounter
Scandal stumbles upon Aira in the woods. Tries to amend old wounds, and leaves on better terms than initially began.
RP:
Scandal's motivation to come out to frostmaw had been less his desire and more the need for contemplation of events that would transpire on the coming tripl. Garbed in a dark blue robe and cloak, the Draconian form to his liking the Black and Red Dragon stood around 10’ in height and his appearance more than its usual, gone with the hatchling like appearance and drastically more like an adult dragon, a strange combo of Black and red Dragon charestices including those fierce red eyes. He eyed his surroundings, and moved against the cold wind as his bare draconian feet moved through the ankle deep snow. In recent times he had been forced to grow up, mentally, and physically. “Peaceful,” His deep but no longer rich voice spoke as he looked around. “Very peaceful”
Aira is a huntress so the chance of her walking on the ground was pretty slim when she was out on her own—there were far less tracks for predators to follow her that way. She had been out most of the day and had a belt of fat rabbits as a reward for facing the cold and snowy weather which would only get worse as winter began to grip her fingers around the already frigid war city. She heard Scandal approaching before she saw him, and shrunk back into the shadows of the tree where she stood high above the ground, hugging the trunk as she waited for the person to show themselves and hopefully move on. The vixen’s vulpine ears flatten atop her head when Scandal appears in the small clearing, her tail giving an agitated swish as she sniffs at the air. He smelled familiar but the appearance was different than anyone she could bring into the forefront of her mind. Aira crouches down on the tree limb as she watches the draconian stand and admire the solace of the wintery forest. When his booming voice echoes around them, a mischievous grin spreads across her lips. It might be deeper in tone than she was used to, but his accent coupled with the familiar scent helped the huntress determine who this draconian was—Scandal. Aira silently pulls an arrow from the quiver on her back and knocks it into place in her bow. She closes one eye and sights down the shaft before exhaling and releasing the arrow on that breath. She wasn’t aiming to hit Scandal, of course, she simply meant for the arrow to whip past the left side of his head and land in snow drift behind him.
Scandal still enjoying the peace, suddenly feels his senses go into overdrive. Wondering why until he saw the arrow coming, it moved slowly at least to him it did, his senses picking up at faster than normal, tracing the arrow back to its origin. He reaches out and with his clawed hand and grasps the shaft, stopping its movement. "I'll admit, your a crack shot," His voice rumbled slightly. Not changing despite the fact an arrow which had been sent toward him, though not at him. He twirled the arrow, in his hand before holding it out fan blade first to the huntress.
Aira ’s face falls and she looks disappointed when Scandal’s clawed hand reaches out and grasps her arrow out of the air; there is even a slights pout to her bottom lip as he thwarts her plan. His compliment about her shot is met with a slight arch of her pale brow. “I know,” comes the huntress’s simple retort. As the draconian twirls the arrow and extends the fletching in the direction of the vixen she heaves a great sigh, as if his mere presence is an inconvenience to her. “Are you here for your training?” she inquires before pulling her bow back over her head, and shifting on the tree limb so she sits straddling it, still looking down upon Scandal.
Scandal sighs, "Yes, and no, I hadn't intended to meet up with you, I know you don't like me, and I can't blame you, every experience we had, never is a good one. I wanted to apologize for that." He kept his face frozen, but if one some bestial nature noticed, his draconian face shape really did limit facial expression. He let the his words sink in, and whatever response she'd have he bear it, Aira had a right to it. "How do you do it?"
Aira ’s expression does not soften from it’s hardened appearance, her lips still stuck in that seemingly perpetual scowl. “Thanks for the the apology, I guess, but it doesn’t change our experiences. But you’re right, I don’t like you. I’m glad you acknowledge it because it’s not going to change.” The huntress’s words aren’t spoken with heat, only truth. His subsequent question has the vixen furrowing her brows, her fluffy tail giving another idle twitch. “How do I do what?”
Scandal bowed his head slightly. "Unfortunate, but not unexpected." He said, unchanging. his own scaly tail still unmoving. "I don't like your attitude towards others, but that doesn't mean I don't like you, I have much respect for you, that is why I didn't immediately seek you out, I understand the need for time alone." He added. "How do you balance the Intellect and the Instinct?"
Aira is pleased to know that Scandal at least respected her. She supposed deep down she held some respect for him, too. She hadn’t tried to murder or seriously injure him at any rate. When he presses on about the question she leans back, the vixen resting her shoulder blades back against the the trunk of the tree in which she lounges. “I’m not a normal shifter,” comes her eventual response. “My vixen affliction is just that, it’s like a sickness.” Aira wasn’t inclined to open up about herself, least of all about the circumstances which led to her transforming into a foxkin.
You nodded. He held the shaft in his hand and looked down on it. Then up at her. A silver glowing energy ran up his hand and into the shaft of the arrow, infusing the shaft, head, and fletching with a silver glow. "A gift, for whatever need it serves, enchant it, the magic is there," He laid it on the snow. "We have a mission, ahead of us, I know that we will have to be in close quarters, on a ship." His jaw parted a bit, "I would be happy to enjoy your insults, on the voyage if I could have your patience in the fight." He bowed his head and raised it. "Till we meet again." He turned, and walked back the way he came.
Aira looks a little concerned when her perfectly good, expertly crafted arrow begins to glow in the hand of Scandal and she huffs out an annoyed sigh. She glares in his direction when he mentions enchanting it and opens her mouth to utter her distaste for his messing with her weaponry, when Scandal speaks on the upcoming voyage. Indeed they did have a quest coming up and she would be damned if her quarters were anywhere near that of dragon’s. She does not offer gratitude nor a departing word as Scandal turns and walks away, she merely watches him with that unblinking, metallic gaze of hers.