Melasune

Melasune closed her pale eyes and let the world slip out of focus. The beat of drums in the distance signaled the marching Beastclans, and all around her were dragons readying themselves for brutal battle.

She had already donned her warpaint, each rune infused with a deep-seated, ancient magic derived from the stars, and had coated her hands and feet with a protective seal matrix that was so dense it covered every bare inch of her hide. She had already made peace with the slaughter that she was about to take part in, could already feel the dance her long, lithe body would be making as she wove through her foes, cutting them down with little effort. But now, now she needed to find the still silence within.

Slowly the world faded as the sound of her heartbeat took over, and she pulled that aside to find the comforting place where nothing and no one could find her. This was the true place where no lies mattered; the place where her own magic slept. Only now was not a time for sleeping, and she deftly stirred the deep, great beast within, feeling glowing eyes open, feeling dangerous energy flow through her mind and into her limbs.

Now was the time to fight.