Shadewood he will tear your city down, lei o lai o lord

It was with cold detatchment that she watched him, perilous pits of ice gazing forth to the world in which she hadn't wanted to be born. From the moment this dragonling had slid from the warmth of her mother's womb, there had been little but distate glimmering in her stare - those orbs of luminiferous blue, shards cut like jagged glass.

The boy was one of the keep; his scent was vaguely familiar in the way that all of the forest's wolves were - she knew them all not their patchwork faces but by scent alone. While it was true that Niebla was not supposed to stray from the clutches of her den, the enigma that was the night became too tempting, too enchanting, for her youthful mind to fathom. What were those blinking white dots, way up in the big dark? Why were they silent, even when she called to them?

Orochi's shrieks of war snatched her attention a second time. What was he trying to do? Caught in a pod of curiousity, the girl's lips remained sealed, pastel chin inclined to one side as she observed.