Dragoncrest Cliffs Pay these dues and wear down these bones

She was fiercely beautiful and knew it, too. He had been watching her from the mouth of the cave. She was older than he usually fancied but it didn't show; she had the kind of spirit that was young and wild forever. He followed her movements as she let the rain ripple over her pelt, heading into the storm rather than retreating from it.

Slowly, he emerged, a colossal shadow from the cavern. He walked slowly toward her for no reason other than to get a closer look, stopping a few paces shy of where she stood. His bright, bi-colored eyes cut through the chaotic darkness, fixed on her. He did not mean to intimidate, only to observe.