Adrella

Clan Mercenary
Keeps to herself, can be grumpy. Shade touched by a horrible incident, vows to decimate it in return. She hides all evidence of the shade on her skin at all costs, keeping her predicament a secret.

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Tears fell from the sky in a torrential downpour, large beads sliding down Adrella’s already soaked flightshroud. Her short mane was matted and dripping down her neck, continuing to soak the scarf hung limply on her neck. Puddles formed lakes on the ground. Each step of hers caused a shower of their own as she dredged through the muck, the murky substance sliding off her bracers with her paws not as lucky. Shielding her face from the rain she scanned ahead of her to see a lone light shining in the dark night. There, hidden within the swamp stood a lone tavern. It appeared to be slanted, wood almost rotting on the stone it was built upon. A singular lantern swayed by the door, it was a miracle it was still lit. Not much, but it would have to do. As she burst through the crooked door a small bell rang above her. The smell of wet fur and sweat mixed with alcohol assaulted her nostrils, and she snorted in an attempt to rid herself of them. The bell wasn’t needed as all the tavern occupants stopped their meaningless chatter to stare and the newcomer, eyes narrowing and drinks pulled closer. She paid them no mind, marching straight to the bar table in hopes of a warm meal. She ordered a simple dinner and drink, and began to scan her surroundings. The bustling atmosphere and loud yelling made her task difficult, but she soon found who she was searching for. Although it appeared luck was not on her side as the dragon leapt from his chair in a mad scramble for the door. Abandoning her seat she quickly chased her target into the murky night. Eyes wide he sprinted toward the trees, she could practically hear his racing heart as she hunted him. Gaining closer she leaped and tackled the deserter in quick succession, slamming him into a tree.
“WHERE ARE THEY?” She bellowed over the storm.
“I do-I don’t know!” He whimpered. She slammed him again and he cried out in pain. She could no longer tell what were his tears and what was the rain as she continued to press on his throat.
“WHERE...ARE...THEY!?” He only cried once more trying to cower below her.
“GAHH!” With a final slam he fell limp to the ground, face buried in the mud. Breathing heavily she stomped away and fell to her knees. Looking into the clouds she roared before slumping in on herself. She continued to heave in mouthfuls of oxygen and rain as the world around her slowed. The pulsing veins across her body ached in protest of the weather, but she had long grown used to the pain. Her mask drooped from the newly gained weight of the water-soaked feathers, her head following suit.
“That was the last goddamn lead,” she muttered to herself. Clawing the air she screamed into the dark void.
“GODDAMNIT!”

In a lone clearing stood a lone dragon. Drenched in water and pain, leads gone and anger brewing. What was left for her now?

From Here

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