But beware of playing with fire, you will get burned.

LOCATION: northen part of the woods
DATE: late June
TIME: around 21
WEATHER: clear sky, the sun is still up, its been a warm day
ATTIRE: nothing
OTHER: she is in her dragon shape to begin with. (tattoo on left arm)
TOPIC FOR: @Caine Rothwell
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It was rare for her to stretch her wings, the last time she really had done so was last month. Usually she did so after the sun had set, and darkness had painted the sky, but it had been different today. Her entire body had arched for the transformation, and she had felt her inner dragon slowly attacking her in protest for not letting it go. So, in fear of hurting anyone because of the beast within her she had taken a flight over the mountains, over the sea since the break of dawn. Returning towards the forest by evening, she had landed on the mountain earlier and feasted on some mountain lions. Tatia knew there was a high risk showing at this time a day. She wasn't unfamiliar with hunters, and people who would like to see her as nothing more than an achievement, collected and trapped in a cage. If only it were so easy to get her back in a cage.

However, someone had spotted her on her way back, had fired some sort of attack upon her, tearing her left wing, the shock had made her landing a little rougher than what she first had in mind. Crashed down, making trees wish they had fallen when she had hit them, and Tatia found herself shifting back into her human shape. The giant creature turning into a average sized girl, covered in dirt and blood from the wound. Tatia looked at her left arm, totally torn up and blood running down spilling on the ground. "Bloody hell," she mumbled to herself before she forced herself back on her feet. Years of fights and pain, her tolerance for pain made the brutal wound seem like a tingle, most people would have screamed up in agony. What distracted her from tending it was the scent. Demon. She spun around, her brown hair covering most of her upper body. The otherwise blue-green eyes turned blood red as the wolf within her wanted to step in and fight in case it had to. After all, she didn't really have any weapons, not other than herself. There was a change who ever had shot her down from the sky was close by. And if she turned into a wolf, she could howl and she knew she had landed pretty close to Walter's whereabouts, no doubt he would come as fast as he could if she chose to call for him. He knew she would only do that if something horrible was to happen, and if people suddenly got around that she was the dragon - more people might come for her, and she wasn't interested in that. "I can smell you demon," she hissed looking in the direction of the demon's scent.

"A big prize huh? Step closer, I will show you just what you win," she hissed not seeming to be affected by the pain spreading in her system. She had learned to over look it, for some time at least. Being at war and used as a warrior everyday for over hundreds of years made you numb to what normal people would find utterly painful. The hunter seemed to try finding things he would restrain her with, and Tatia's deadly eyes followed every movement, noticing a scent of a demon close by, but not close enough to her to make her do anything about it - it was the hunter who was closest rigt now. But when the demon grabbed the hunter by the throat she narrowed her eyes a little bit, trying to put the puzzle pieces together on why the demon would even help her - if not to get his own prize. The demon killed the hunter, which made her lift her chin a little bit, narrowing her eyes shortly.

He walked closer to her, the shapeshifter tensed up again, not because she was scared she was aware. He knew her name, which made her snerl a little, if it wasn't for his calm approach. "I'm not scared of you," she spoke with a low rather hoarse voice, keeping her gaze locked on him. Her wolf's red eyes glowed to show a force of dominance, and who was in control, as the demon kneeled down her eyes meeting hers once again. He wanted to help her, making her lick her lips a bit. "If you want to help, help me build a fire - I lick my own wounds," she replied. She didn't trust anyone other than her pack, and a demon even if a doctor - not a chance. It took more than killing a hunter to get her trust. Besides, she could heal with fire and it would gain her more energy. One of her many secrets. "Where from do you know my name?"

The shapeshifter raised her brow a little when the demon mentioned the source to his power. That he couldn't lie. That seemed inconvenient. But Tatia was no fool, she knew there was ways that people could get around without telling the truth directly, it was about being sneaky enough so people didn't notice. Tatia raised a brow even a bit more as he started to built the fire, not that she minded she wanted and needed a fire to heal up her wound, but not that the pain was bothering her. Even if it did, there was no way she would let him know. "You are right, I don't trust you," she pointed out rather quickly. She didn't care for this powers or what he could do, he may have stopped the other person from coming too close to her, but it didn't gained her trust right away. Tatia was observant on how he built the fire, most of all she was observant on every single movement he made, just in case he got any fancy ideas of starting a fight he couldn't win.

Because of my eyes, Tatia narrowed her eyes while he said that, moving her eyes over at the fire as he ignited the fire. Looking how the sparks started to catch shape of smaller flames, flames that danced and grew bigger while he talked, replying to the question she had asked. "Not something you flash around much I assume," she replied looking back at him shortly, before reaching her hand out to the fire. She let the flames dance up over her skin, caressing the bruised flesh, healing it as she looked back into the flames.  Tatia could only assume it was a dangerous ability to let just about anyone know off, it was good for getting information about strangers, learn their weaknesses.