The words this brave warrior spat sounded a lot like the words of that one man centuries ago. It wasn't until the man charged forward, a glint of purple catching her attention for a brief moment. The very sword that Haunted her for centuries. The sword that started it all.. her wings unfolded and spread themselves above her, as if making her look much bigger than she already was. There was a faint rumbling as a glow of blue began emitting from her throat upwards. It would probably be best to turn this man into cinders. Who was foolish enough to attack single handedly without any sort of reinforcement.
Dahvina released what was building up within her, blue flames erupting from her mouth and fanned before her. Creating some form of barrier as hot as hell itself. But because of the overwhelming heat, the sweet smell of the human rose and reached her at an alarming rate. Her head grew fuzzy at this sickening irresistible scent... she swiped her tail at him, knocking the blade away before pinning him down with her paw. She didn't exert too much weight on him to kill him, but enough to restrain...
Just as she was about to crush the man beneath her paw, the haze in her head grew thicker. The scent had finally got to her. Slowly, she shifted back to her much weaker form. Shifting down to where her paw was placed.. but instead of her paw pinning him down, her body was now that she was a lot smaller than her draconian form. White hair streaked down over her shoulders as she looked down at the man with intoxicated golden eyes. Somehow her vision was swirling. Dahvina growled as she used her strength to keep the man down. "You should be dead! Centuries have passed, so why are you still here?!" Seems like Dahvina was mistaking the man for the one back then. They looked exactly alike... their mannerisms the same.. though the difference from now and then is that this scent was new...
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