Here again... Sava couldn't seem to pull herself away from this city, she seemed like she always had to return, even though she is hunted down and always gets bad luck being in here, though this is where she meets many people who become her friends. You would think a dragon wouldn't have many friends but there were many who she got around with, and they don't really even get scared when she changes back to her true form. Tonight was clear but starless, as snow was falling down slowly, making it a wonderful night but cold, and the city seemed calm, with candles lite up in the windows of many homes here in Taras, and it made her calm.
Sava tonight was on a roof the sloped down, but she sat on top of it, though of course made sure she didn't slip and fall down. She was in human form with a black cloak wrapped and covering her in the chill air. The hood was up so no one could she her face and so she wouldn't be hunted, if she stayed low here and not draw attention no one will notice who she is. She stared out at the house's and as men started leaving home to go hang out at the tavern's to get drunk, and for some reason she couldn't figure out why humans liked to drink, she herself drinks wine, but she never got drunk, she doesn't even like the taste of that stuff but she thinks it's better then anything else.
She quickly turned her head to look behind herself after hearing a loud crash. She slowly and carefully slid down the rooftop, and then her gloved hand slipped and shingles under her were slippery, and she slid fast down the roof. When she was near the edge of the roof she quickly though it was hard, she lifted her feet and jumped to into the air, hoping to make it to another roof that was before her. She hit the other roof but started to slid down that one because ice covered it. She reached down to her boot and pulled out a throwing dagger and stabbed the roof which stopped her fall. Then she pulled out her second on and climbed up the roof using her daggers, and soon she was on the top of the roof, very tired. She knew it would be easy to just change into her dragon form and fly over, but she didn't want to get attention dragged to her, so for a bit she stayed there. A terrible pain washed over her, and as she looked down at her side she saw a shard of ice in her side. Instead of cursing like she normally does, she just sighed pulling it out and throwing it down the roof and it fell to the ground below and there was a small crash as it broke on the ground.
This night was not really to her liking at all, especially as she hadn’t received enough coins to pay for a room for the night. She had taken refuge in a dark alleyway, huddled under her heavy cloak between some crate full of frozen over refuge and a few barrels. One barrel was empty, but the other had half frozen water in it. It was there that Dosciel had finally, though perhaps unfortunately, slipped into sleep. Her dreams were scattered, as always.
The image that faced her now was of a huge winged creature of some type, a wild beast in its maw as it towered over her insignificant form. Its bloodstained claws rested at the end of a trail of blood that, as she followed it with her gaze, was quickly becoming a river of blood. The corps of a city rose out of the crimson river, blackened. A charred out hollow and vacant city…
“Ahh!” The startled scream was a little high pitched and cut off shortly when the view that greeted her when she was startled awake was not what she had seen in her dream. Her arms were splayed along the cold wall and crate. She was breathing quickly from being woken, her chest rising and falling quickly, the moisture from her breath crating fog in the air. The lone figure stood and regained her composure. Looking around she saw a broken bit of ice with… with blood on it?
Dosciel looked up into the falling snowflakes and saw nothing. Sleeping didn’t seem like a good option though, not here at least. Fully awake and cold, she decided to find out what had woken her. Hopping atop the narrow edge of the crate she knelt down and jumped up to catch the edge of the roof. Her right hand slipped, but her other hand had managed to grip. Breaking off some more of the ice with her now free hand and dropping into the compost below her she managed to make a better place to grip.
Then she swung up her foot to catch the edge with her toes. Then she kicked off the wall to help shift her weight up. Dosciel let go with her hand and placed her other foot in that spot, now that she stood on the edge of the roof. A figure sat further up the frosted over roof top… “Hello?” Dosciel ventured to ask.
Sava had her fingers over her wound that was bleeding slowly, and the blood dripped from her side onto the snow and ice that covered the roof. With her other hand she seethed her daggers in her boots where scabbards were for them.
She heard the scream and it made her look up with a start, and fear flashed through her strange, but beautiful eyes. She scanned the roof and noticed someone was climbing up, obviously curious to the noise Sava had made while jumping to another roof, just because Sava freaked out because of someone dropping a pot or something of the sort. She continued to watch the girl, her eyes steady and never moving, but they did show a little curiosity within them. But that's how she is, curious.
Tonight Sava didn't feel like being angry with anyone how she normally is, so she just smiled, and reached up to take her hood that was already falling down her head after her jumping over to this roof.
"Hello girl. Who are you?" She asked staring down at the girl.