RP:Sophie exhausted after her fight with Deilakrion encounters the dragon Hume
Setting
The dark forest
Sophie just challenged Deilakrion to a wolf fight. Sophie lost.
A dragon lands
Hume drops down out of the sky, spilling air from his vast wings as he hurtles to the earth. Circling high above, he had spotted the brawl between the two dire creatures on the forest floor. Recognizing the one immediately, he had remained at a great distance, letting the social ritual play itself out. After Sophie's submission, he approaches, touching down softly some paces away, wary lest the wolf still be enraged.
Sophie is exhausted from her fight with the stronger wolf, she lies still panting to regain her breathe. Gradually she becomes aware of a somewhat famililar scent. It is dragon, the very dragon who Sophie still believes responsible for the pain she suffered the night of her first transformation. She growls at him, but lies still, conserving her limited amount of remaining energy for when she has a better chance of killing the scaled creature.
Hume takes a slow step forward down the forest path, his taloned feet disturbing the dry leaves and other detritus of the woodland floor with dry crunching and snapping. The stone grey wolf is obviously winded and beaten, but still there remains a fire in her eyes that wards off interference. His steps take him near a stout and solid tree, against which he leans his forearm, crooking his arm at shoulder level. Without sound, he regards the beast before him. Blake appears from the east. Blake exits south.
Sophie having regained her breath a little, the wolf stands up on all four paws, and readies herself to leap at the Dragon, her taut muscles quivering, a moment later she indeed leaps towards him, but she hadn’t counted on the effect of deep bite Deilakrion’s teeth hand inflicted near her shoulder. She is pulled aside from her intended trajectory as she fails to compensate for the fact that one front leg is currently much weaker than the other. Instead of landing on the dragon and sinking in her teeth as she had planned, she lands several feet to the left of him. It is a awkward landing and she is momentarily winded once more.
Hume tenses and bares his own fangs as the wolf leaps at him, surprised by the alacrity of her attack. One of his legs is moved behind the other as he stands tall away from the tree, his wings pulled in tight in the closeness of the forest. Reaching over his shoulder, he produces the long tube of the blowpipe Sophie had given him earlier for just such an eventuality. He thumbs one of the long darts, its fierce tip coated with the sleeping mixture the elf had so calmly instructed him in its use. As the wolf rises again from her somewhat dazed and injured leap, he brandishes the weapon at her, not really expecting her to recognize it, but giving her the chance to calm herself before it is used.