A capable fighter, she is unique and tactful but in unlikeable ways. Disliked by other dragons for her strange behaviors and hobbies, she is something of a social outcast within her clan. One of her passing time activities are creating voodoo dolls and tormenting them.




The needle wound in and out, in and out, in and out of the fabric flesh of the doll. Even though it seemed to smile deceptively happily, the ‘x’ shaped eyes watched her wearily.

She smiled wickedly, pouring only a few droplets of the misty lavender concoction onto the mouth of the toy. It absorbed the liquid without a trace, and her grin grew even wider.

Oh, playing with her dolls were always fun~

She stroked the little draconian figure in an almost loving manner, and the doll seemed to tremble.

Then, the skydancer placed one sharpened claw into the center of the figure, where the heart was, and pushed down slightly. Under her golden skull, the witch heard the gasps of her unfortunate victim. She applied more pressure, and the wheezing became a pained cry, and then morphed into a splitting scream. She dug her nails into the toy’s ribs, sinking her small claws into its seams.

Her eyes closed, and her smile from under the mask was sinful as she slowly pulled the doll apart, tearing strings and ripping joints.

“You!”

Her devilish grin faltered, but returned full force. The ridgeback stumbled forward, wincing in pain as he finally came to a stop. He gave her the best withering glare he could manage while still in great pain.

“Stop, and give me the doll,” the ridgeback demanded, holding a great, big arm out. Her lips curled dangerously.

“Are you sure,” she began calmly, waving the voodoo toy around casually, “that you are in a position to be making such demands?”

The ridgeback laughed, “What are you going to do, witch? Cast a spell and create an army of what- broomsticks and feathers? Like that would stop me; Now give me the doll!”

Kokoa dropped the toy to the ground. Her grin was so wide it hurt her cheeks.

“Come and get it then~” She beckoned, tone sickeningly sweet.

The ridgeback launched forward, immediately reaching for the doll. This would be too easy against this scrawny witch, he thought smugly. But as he neared it, suddenly there was a brown blur and he crashed into the floor. Snarling viciously, he scrambled to his feet and bared his teeth at the witch. Kokoa smiled back cooly. “Had enough?” She asked innocently. He growled and surged forward again, this time aiming for her.

She didn’t even try to move.

Wings stretched out and slammed into him with a surprising power, but the ridgeback landed on his feet and snapped at the feathery appendages. She bat him in the face again, and he snarled at her as he slashed at her side.

Kokoa sidestepped and raked her sharpened claws down his face, slamming him back down to the ground. He wheezed as the air left his lungs, and attempted to get to his again. The skydancer gripped one of the spines on the bigger dragon’s back and ripped it off. The ridgeback roared and bucked underneath her, throwing her off, but she landed nimbly next to him. While the great beast recovered, Kokoa darted forward and charged into him, both surprising him and throwing him off his feet yet again.

The ridgeback squawked and twisted around to land hard on his front feet, biting the inside of his mouth with the impact. He swept his tail out and felt it collide with slender legs, and a startled cry sounded from behind him. Kokoa tripped over the thick appendage and fell to the floor with a loud crash.

The ridgeback was on the witch in an instant. He lifted his claws to wrap around her and choke her tiny neck. Kokoa raised her own hands up and caught the other’s hands. She grunted in effort—she had to think fast. This intruder weighed a lot more than she did, was obviously a lot stronger, and even though she could hold her own, he was beginning to crush her under him. Then an idea popped into her head.

She dug her nails into his hands as hard as she could, and as his grip loosened, she tucked her legs together and then kicked into the ridgeback’s soft belly. He screamed and the force of her legs was enough to throw him off her entirely.

Kokoa was on her feet immediately—there wasn’t a moment to spare. She sprinted to the doll-with the enraged ridgeback in tow behind her-and dove for the toy. Only inches away from it, and a powerful hand latched onto her and ripped her away from it. She spun around, slapping the ridgeback in the face with her tail and kicking at him again. Kokoa pulled her foot away just in time as the angry dragon’s teeth snapped together on the empty air where her foot was a split second ago.

The skydancer reached forward, short talons barely even touching the doll. The ridgeback got a grip on her leg and dragged her down. Grinning madly, his mouth hinged open to deliver the killing blow. A sudden, stabbing pain froze him in place. The skydancer, all curled up, unwound herself to reveal the doll in her hands, with a sharp talon buried into its fabric flesh.

Kokoa smiled maniacly.