If the rumours were true than the mercenary was heading to the right place to find dragons, and, hopefully, friendly ones. Larka had managed to convince a few people to hire her for guard duty for a caravan, which hadn't been an easy sell. She was a tall woman with black hair, and a well toned and athletic body, however she was missing her left arm at the shoulder and she was a stranger in these lands. Where she had come from she would have been hired on the spot, her reputation usually proceeded her, here however it was proving rather annoying to try and find any kind of paying work.

The caravan had been attacked by a small group of bandits, which turned into a blessing since it gave Larka a chance to prove her abilities. Larka's unique style of swordplay and her sword combined to throw the bandits off guard and she was able to kill most of them and drive the rest off. That had earned her a nice pay which she had used to buy a few more needed items, and she had managed to pull together everything she needed for her concoction, except of course the dragon's blood. That had been easy to get in her home land, she had made a deal with a dragon to bring him trinkets that he might enjoy everything month in exchange for his blood, it had worked out well. Now, however, she had no idea what she was going to do, which was why she had followed the rumours up to the far North to the area around at the city of Sularia itself.

However, Larka had made two large mistakes; one, the use of her abilities had drained her strength, and, two, she had miscalculated the amount of time she had left before she needed to drink the concoction again. She thought she had at least a week left, but, no, she hadn't taken into account the change in time in this new land from her home, and that had left her with only a couple of days left. And she was feeling withdrawal already, thanks to using her powers before, her skin was itching and her muscles were aching and getting weaker.

By the time the caravan had reached the city Larka was feeling cold and shivering, damn her, she knew better than too leave it so long. But what choice had she had? As they went into the city Larka was only barely able to keep herself moving as she climbed out of the cart. “Is there a healer nearby?” Larka asked the first woman she saw, not yet noting that most of the people here were female, which any other day would make her rather happy to be honest. But her shivering, aching and itching body was a fairly good distraction at the moment.

“Straight down that lane into the Red District.” The woman replied looking over Larka with concern, as the human was now covered in a cold sweat.

Nodding her thanks Larka started to head in that direction. If she could get to a healer they might be able to use magic to stem the symptoms for a bit which would give Larka a little more time to get what she needed. In her backpack was a canteen that within she had already crushed down and made a liquid out of the rest of the ingredients she needed.

Larka staggered in her walk and accidentally bumped into someone, she mumbled her apology but after another few steps stopped in the middle of the lane. “Shit.” She moaned before her eyed rolled back and blackness took as she dropped in a heap to the ground, the sword at her hip clattering and she made was out of it enough that she didn't even try to brace her fall.

“Un-god-damn-believable.” Toya crossed her arms after hands immediately tried to stuff themselves into pockets that were clearly not on this dress. “The nerve of that bitch.” She seemed so pleasant today after the court meeting. “Don’t stress yourself Toya you are pregnant,” Toya mocked as her arms protected the rather large swell on her. “Yeah, bitch I wonder why I’m pregnant.” The loud rantings of the White Queen made others stay away from her. This was typical behavior after court. No one really expected anything more or less from the now more temper prone queen.

Keeping away from the market she regrettably had to go through her annoying goddess sister’s court to reach her home. Toya looked regal enough in her knee length red dress. Her brown hair was in wild curls on her shoulders and her green eyes just spoke being most pissed than a dragon having found its hoard raided.

“HEY!” A woman yelled as foreigner bumped into her. Toya tilted her head and she only knew it was a foreigner because of the smell radiating from the woman.

“Oh god damn it,” Toya rolled her eyes and sulked over to where the passed out woman was after watching her fall. “Come on you…” Toya gently kicked at the woman. “I can’t carry you right now…” She looked around and looked up at Angela’s manor. “Oh fuck no.” She was not seeing her right now. “Guess you are coming for a trip.”

She grabbed hold of the woman’s leg and began to drag her to the White Court. Belle was there so the woman could get a healer if she needed it. Anything not to see Angela’s annoying face again already. “Belle!” Toya yelled as she got closer to the manor. “Come on this woman is heavy… BELLE.” She could feel Sparrow going nuts in her womb as she strained herself a bit more than needed.

“AUNT TOYA, you did not drag that poor woman here,” Belle looked astonished from the second-floor window of the White Court manor. She was a sun-kissed toned girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. “What if that was you?”

“I’d drag myself too.” Toya dropped the leg and put her hands on her hips as soon as she was in the courtyard of the manor. A dragon was sleeping not that far off and only slightly annoyed with its mistress.

Belle came down and crouched by the woman. “Hello, Miss?” Belle got some smelling salts out and attempted to bring the woman back. Toya was bent over her. “Aunt Toya, don’t you think you did enough?”

“Nope and your mother is a bitch,” Toya said it casually as Belle groaned.

When her body was kicked Larka only shifted a little but otherwise didn't make a noise. Her mind was mostly in darkness but she soon slipped into delirious dreams. Images of her first marriage came to her mind, of Lilith and their kids, their happy little home. But that soon changed into a blackened scene with ash in the air from a burning home, and in reality Larka started to become more agitated and fidget in her unconsciousness. Even while she was being dragged across the ground, which she didn't notice at the time of course.

Her dream continued as the faces of her now dead family were burned into her mind once more, only she had survived and it hadn't been by much that she had. She murmured as well but her words were incoherent at best as she did. Suddenly the faces were gone and only one remained, that of Celeste, her current wife who was now missing, the reason she was even in these lands. “Celes.” Larka muttered before she stopped when the smelling salts caught her nose. It took a few moments after that for them to drag her out of her current state and her opens snapped open to see the young woman over her.

Confused eyes glanced around as Larka was still shivering and sweating and she had cotton mouth, she was dehydrated as a result of all the sweating. “Who…?” She questioned trying to sit up but stopped as her head spun and settled back down again. But she has spotted the other woman, who looked a little older than the one with the salts, she was very pretty, and at least it gave Larka's eyes something to focus on. As she did, it became obvious that she was also very pregnant, which wasn't bad thing in Larka's book, would have been the first time she had been with a pregnant woman.

Glancing away for a moment her eyes passed by the dragon laying peacefully close by. Larka's eyes widened instantly. “Dragon!” Holy shit the rumours had been true! Her excitement gave her enough energy to sit up, but that was followed by an instant headache and head rush that threatened to drag her back into darkness again.

”Fuck, backpack, uh.” She mumbled, too many thoughts running through her mind, she needed that dragon's blood, but it looked like she'd have to beg for it. She didn't have enough to buy it, and in truth on the way here she hadn't the slightest idea of how to get what she needed. She just damn well needed it! She reached back to try and her backpack off swaying as she did fighting to stay upright, the stump that was left of her left arm twitched as well as she wiggled the pack off and got it between her legs. “Blood, need, dragon blood, please. I, I can't stay awake much longer, can explain after, won't probably wake up again.” Larka speaking her speech somewhat slurred now as from her pack she produced the large canteen she had the rest of the ingredients already mixed in. She held it out, to whoever might take it, and hope that that dragon was the friendly sort. The canteen while already having some contents, could easily hold another half gallon of blood, and Larka wanted it full.

All she could do now was sit there, shaking and sweating, it had crossed her mind to take a run at the dragon herself and used her dagger but she probably won't even be able to stand that long. It was in their hands now whether she would live or die, as without the concoction, there wouldn't be much any healer could do to help her.

Toya picked at her ear a bit and nodded. “Yes, a fucking dragon…” Belle noticed through the excitement of the woman that she was very much about to pass out.

“You have to calm down Miss. I’m sure my aunt’s dragons won’t utterly devour you… I think.”

“Thinking about it… Right now she’s just a bum on my lawn… I hate bums on my lawns.” Toya’s green eyes slit as she glared down at Larka. Once she started to slur and go on about dragon blood. “Oh great. Now you want favors… Bum…” Toya was irate but still, she was a good woman as she went and slit the dragon innocently. The dragon gave Toya a roar. “Oh bite me. Who the hell feeds you anyways? Me.” Toya gave it a smile and it almost cooed at her as she brought a chalice of blood back over to Larka.

After feeding it to the woman they took her inside the mansion to a guest room and set her up. She was given a house helper to keep her company and to tell Belle once she had woke up. It would be a while. “Make sure to tell the bum that I will have dinner done at some point… If she is awake she can join us… and the little heathens.” Toya rubbed her belly innocently as she thought about it. “Clean clothes for her when she wakes up though… Desert trip looks like it was hard and you might as well suggest the washroom as well.” The queen left the two alone and took Belle away to look for her twin grandchildren.

Larka shook her head frantically when Belle said about the dragon not devouring her, no no, that wasn't what Larka meant!  Larka's eyed turned to Toya when she called Larka a bum, fair point really, Larka was in no condition to argue but she managed to get out that she needed the blood.  Larka was afraid that the woman wouldn't get the blood, but she walked over to the dragon, making it roar as she slit it and filled a chalice fill of the crimson liquid.  Larka's eyed widened as she was handed the blood, which she poured into the canteen with the rest of the ingredients and shook it to mix it.  Without a deep breath the Reaver popped the top off and started to chug the now thick black blood down, some of it oozed around her mouth as she did, but once she was unable to get anymore out of the canteen she used a finger to get what was on her lips and cheeks into her mouth.

The reaction was quick as Larka's eyes went blood red all over and power radiated from her body and the weak and near death woman was replaced by one that was hopped on power and skin that was almost on fire from the inside as her heart raced and blooded coursed around her body.  Larka eyed both woman, intent clear but they lead her inside and Larka pretty much just grabbed as house helped and pulled her in for a long kiss, thankfully the woman seemed to like the idea and they were given a room.  Larka and the woman went right to the bed and Larka pushed her on it and both were naked within seconds.

It was a few hours later and Larka's powers had run their course, being as deprived as she had been from the concoction she was emptier on power more than normal so her body took into it more than normal of the power.  If Larka had managed to take it when she normally would have, she could have probably kept at it for another couple of hours.  As it was, it was enough as the two lay together in silence, Larka felt fine the house helper was exhausted but beaming in the afterglow as they cuddled.  After a time she broke the silence between them.  "My Mistress wishes you to dine with her, it should be almost ready, I'll find you some clothing to replace what you are wearing, and, we have just enough time for a bath."  She smiled and Larka did as well, she loved a good two person bath.

Another hour later and a nice and clean, and very very sated Larka stepped out of the room with fresh clothing on, nothing special, but it fit, she was barefoot but that was alright until she could get her boots cleaned.  The house helped had stayed back to clean up, and another had joined her, Larka had no doubt that stories would spread of this and she was happy with that.  She left her weapons in the room for now as she made her way to the dining hall, hearing the sounds of a family ahead.

Walking in carefully Larka looked around and was unable to suppress a smile at the family setting, she had her hands in her pockets as she stepped in and found the faces of the two woman from outside she stepped a little closer looking a little sheepish, that had been one hell of a way to make an introduction.  "Thank you, for everything, you saved my life there, if it wasn't for the blood I'd have died.  My name is Larka, by the way, um, ya, like I said, thank you.  I, uh, I guess you probably have some questions for me, huh?"  She got out.

The woman, Toya, did have two.  The first made Larka put on a puzzled look.  "No, can't say that I have seen anything in the rafters, but I wasn't looking up."  Larka replied, the second question, where she came from, she nodded to and answered.  "Well, I came to these lands from another far across the ocean, I'm here to look for my, well, my wife."  She admitted, these people had a family, small kids, Toya was clearly pregnant again and they had helped her, the least she could be was honest with them.  "Celeste, my wife, has been missing for two years now and my leads brought me to these lands so I have been looking, but I haven't been here that long, just around a week.  But I need that dragon's blood, and what I mixed with it, to live and keep my strength up.  With how the days change between my home and here and missing days from being sick at sea, I misjudged when I needed to drink, I thought I had another half week.  Obviously I was very wrong on that, and, if it wasn't for you, I would have died, so, thank you again."  Larka explained and for now left it there and waited to see what else would be asked or said to and about her.