Mirrajj | 24 | Shapeshifter Mythical Cat | Location: Ship/ Beach|
| Mentions: Eduard, Tempest, Gaurd|
These past few days have been, heartbreaking, soul bending....different. Funny how one does not value everyday people and things until everything is taken away...and in my case I mean everything. The people, the weapons, the species, the oceans, the language, the land, the scents, everything. Everything except the stars and the sky. If I did not recognize the stars, had not felt the bite of the sleeping weapon the humans had shot at me....I would believe this a dream. When I had first been defrosted from the ice that had surrounded me for years and years and years...I was stunned. For the first couple of days in the ice my mind had been completely active...but I could not escape, and the mind slowed to a crawl to protect me from the majority of the mental torment that came from not being able to move. It had been a long time, like a dream one is partially conscious during, aware of time only to realize when awakening that it was a trick...a lot more time has been lost. So much time. Now my mind is racing, as if to make up for time lost. I stand on their ship, not powered by sale, magic, or creature...rumbling beneath my feet like one of the beasts of Mount Kovan. It is night, thank goodness, and I can see the stars...so similar to those of my world, with only one or two missing here and there. I can feel human eyes on my back, some, the ones who have seen my other form keep their weapons close, ready to shoot at a moments notice. They have not seen the like of my kind before, otherwise they would know that very little can force us to kill or even harm another sentient being even when attacked. The ones who have not seen what I am mistakenly assume I am human, a young women, and a very short young at that measuring only 5ft in height. Not a threat. What is this world where humans are the ones who rule? I have never had anything against the creatures...so varied in mind and body...they were just not very common during my time with only their hands and mind to help them through the world. Hmmmf. I do not understand what they say, but they are bringing me somewhere. They have not harmed me which I will not look to hard into....I can be sure that the purpose of every human on the ship is different. Different of mind, intentions and purpose...how can they be so different and still be, physically, the same creature? So odd.

A yell. A man looking through his odd goggles pointing ahead...towards a land mass. This ship moves fast, faster than any metal creation should on water. My eyes are better able to see during the night and I can make-out two large forms on the beach...moonlight glistening off of...scales? Do I dare hope that the dragons still roam? They always seem to be on the brink of extinction. They are like humans, humans with fire and claws and scales as hard as metal and lives that can span centuries...very dangerous. We are steering away from them, making for the far side of the coast. That has not changed then, humans and dragons rarely stay at peace for long. The way they think is too similar, and their main physical forms too different.

They let me off on the far side of the beach, pointing at a cobble-stone trail disappearing into the wood. They quickly leave...no doubt they fear the dragons will come to see what they are up to. I hitch the leather backpack they gave me onto my shoulder, my folded fur and leather cloak under my arm. It is the only thing that they let me keep, trading in my other clothing for soft gray shirt, tough blue pants...and the most fantastic leather boots I have ever seen. The boots make up for them taking away my cross-bow.

I will miss that thing...our species may be relativity peaceful...but we are not stupid.

Let the journey begin.

Mirrajj | 24 | Shapeshifter Mythical Cat | Location: Ship/ Beach|
| Mentions: Tempest, Humans|

I hear a loud thud come from behind me after only a few dozen steps down the path. What are the chances it is a random tree that has fallen, or my imagination...maybe a meteor.
.........
Unfortunately none of those things hiss. Just my luck. Dragons, they are dangerous enough, do they always have to be so dramatic? As if anyone would think they are even slightly afraid, or intimidated. Turning around with hands outstretched I drop the leather bag, and fur/leather cloak on the silver sand. I do not know if this dragon has met my species before, so I am slightly nervous. Each individual of my kind has a unique scent, and only that scent...and my scent is that of freshly fallen rain. Not human, but than, some of the humans smelled odd...like fruit, jungle, or musk. They have apparently found a way to mask their scent...and advanced way of cleaning themselves perhaps? Hopefully the dragon does not mistake me for one. I can see the ship, survivors quickly scaling the metal sides...the steal now showing distinct signs of having been melted. So the humans were correct in avoiding this creature. I can feel my soul, my MAVI"E, expanding in my chest with the need to help. That would be foolish though, better to speak to the dragon. Odd how the humans do not come and fight back. They always used to, but they are speeding toward the horizon now and will soon be gone from sight.

VIE"IZE VERKIEAN MAKZI BERKESH DIMERVIAN Mirrajj. I speak in my own language in the hopes the dragon can understand...my mind is still recovering from being frozen, and I can not quite form the Drakken language in my mind. I do not know how much this species has changed, but in my time to mispronounce a word could send a temperamental dragon in a rage. Safe to say from evidence quickly fleeing, that I do not want to test this dragon.

OOC: Don't look at me, it is a disease. It will go away. (Probably when I finally start focusing on homework XD)

Mirrajj | 24 | Shapeshifter Mythical Cat | Location: Beach Path|
| Mentions: Tempest|
The dragon lowers it's wings, and I am not burnt to a crisp so presumably that means it realized I am not human. Small miracles do happen, thank the stars above. It speaks, and my mind has focused enough that I should understand what it is saying...but I only catch some words. You. don't. and understand. Lots of time must have gone by as even the Drakken language has changed.

This is going to be annoying.

Placing my hand over my heart I say my name, Mirrajj. I lean down and grab a handful of sand and let it slither out of my hand, onto the ground. VERVIAN. I than point at the dragon hopping it realizes that I am asking for it's name.

For the sake of the fire in the sky, please give me patience....but more importantly grant patience on the dragon before me.