Sitting by the Fires of Fear [Private Reptilians]

The whistling breeze of the night time air would breath softly through the darkness, like some dormant beast, the trees leaves rising and falling with every heaving sigh. This breath would be caught up by the tongues of the fire, as its beautiful tail flickered through the inky twilight, its embers lifting up on the breeze, leaving a trail of light in its wake. The illuminated form of a lone reptilian, sitting a some distance from the fire, could be seen through its bright dance. Her shape was darkened by the overwhelming light of the fire, compared to the rest of the darkness engulfing her, so perhaps you wouldn't be able to make out her frills, or icy appearance. She used the fire for light, and to cook her food, but avoided it due to her IceWing heritage.

Her eyes were glossed over, cold, as she stared down at what was left of her meal. Half a piece of venison. It had been a whole deer, but now there was nothing left of it except for a small piece of meat that she could fit in her hands. She would stare at the fire for a few moments, quiet, while finishing her meat.

After a while, she would stand up, the ice that had formed under her rear cracking a bit as it would quickly melt from the rage of the fire. She walked over to her backpack, the darkness, combined with suddenly turning away from the bright light of the fire, making it difficult to locate. Once her eyes adjusted, she would quickly pull out the small, leather, tattered book. It felt light in her claws, but a heavy weight was tearing down at her heart as she stared at it.

It had been roughly two weeks since her encounter with her father. And she hadn't had much time to read over the book lately, due to her traveling. Her goal was to get to the ocean by at least two months. It would be difficult, but she would get there eventually. However... there was still a burning decision weighing in the back of her mind. But she chose to ignore it.

Sitting back on the log where she had left her slice of meat, she would begin to flip through the pages. Once she found where she had left it, she would begin to scan the page, her face deep with concentration. Her tail would flick back and forth patiently as she would whisper quietly to herself, studying the pages of this old book. And despite the warmth of the flames, it still remained as cold as ever, keeping an ever lasting feel of winter.

"Faal Loksilkun punahie los kinbokein mindrus dahik do lot, iizus tusie nau niist rigirie, fos vis viim ahrk viin ko shulkun. Ahstiid liin revkoron, daar tus fen viin med loksilkun kunie...." would say, her eyes narrowing with concentration. She couldn't quite explain it, but for some reason, this strange language seemed to come naturally to her. Yet she couldn't explain why. Maybe it had something to do with her mother being an Aurora.... who knows.

While Rayla sat reading the book, totally preoccupied, in her reptilian form, and with the addition of the fire, she would be completely unaware of anyone who tried to sneak up behind her. Of course, unless, they made themselves known. And this could happen in more ways than one....

Rayla sat against the fires, her eyes half closed, staring down at the book, totally engrossed in it. She would continue to mutter small phrases in Auroran. The language sometimes seemed as if it had always been there with her, even though she had never heard of it until she had met Ouroborus. Sure, Gaea had spoken it, that one time they had encountered each other when she was about eight, but that didn't mean Rayla had known what it was. However, the thought of Ouroborus made Rayla growl, and shake her head.

She should be getting some sleep soon. She hadn't the faintest clue what time it was, but she knew it had to be late, as the sun had set quite a while ago. She wasn't the best at telling the time, but all she knew was that she was becoming tired. And she was going to be waking up at the crack of dawn. So, if she didn't want to be exhausted when she had to travel another 40 miles or so when she started walking again.

But before she had a chance to even put her book away, and while the thoughts of sleep were only just beginning to seep into her mind, she heard a snap. Her body would go ridged, eyes narrowed, and muscles tense. Slowly, she'd move her hand to the cover of the book, slowly closing it, gently resting on the cover.

After but a few moments of silence, she spun around, glaring through the trees. Despite the fire messing up her vision, she still spotted something through the branches. A small growl would begin to escape her throat as she glared daggers at the intruder. Moving her hand slowly from the book to her blade, which rested by the stump, she'd snap at the rogue.

"Who's there? Be it dragon or reptilian, unless you want your throat cut, I advise you step into the light where I can see you, or get lost!" she'd growl.