”Mommy loves you, Kirin.” The dragoness cooed to her baby boy as she cradled him close to her chest, her robes half around him as well against the winds that were blowing. The little baby made no audible reply to his mother but she smiled all the same as she walked along, head and face mostly covered by the hood on her robes, trying to keep dust from her eyes. The Plains were rather windy today for some reason, but no matter, she wasn't worried them for her sake, just needed to make sure Kirin was safe from the elements until he was old enough to withstand them on his own. Such a good baby, always happy, never made of fuss.

Made of a knitted toy that looked like a baby dragon akin to his mommy stuffed with soft cotton.

For, Kirin's mother wasn't totally in her right mind, and she thought the stuffed toy that she had made years ago was, in fact, he real baby boy. And woe be the one who pointed it out to her otherwise, a few people had in her past, none of them were alive beyond a few moments after the fact.

But at the moment Xyaban was in a decent mood, she hadn't killed anyone today, yet anyway, so that was good. Really she was rather happy on her own at the moment to be with her son. Xyaban herself was only five feet tall, with mousy brown hair down to her bum, and light golden skin. Under her robes one would see scales covering parts of her body along with quills of varying lengths down the backs of her arms and a row down each side of her scale protected spine. She had a four foot tail that was poking out from under her robes as well, swishing back and forth contently.

She was taking one of the lesser used trails that had been blazed across the Plains over the decades. The dragon did want to be alone, but a random traveller to come along? Well, she wouldn't complain, might even have some fun to, well, her kind of fun anyway, which was rather one sided most of the time. Still, whatever happened today happened, it was a good day and, truly, one of Xyaban's more stable days.

Good things don't last though.

Story's piercing roar reverberated across the plains.

The dragon was racing across the sky, where he was often to be found in these strange days.
He was pursued relentlessly by an Order that seemed bent on seeking out ancient evils and snuffing them out. In Bohar, he had found temporary respite from the great chase, now only to be hunted by tribesman who had discovered him and had taken an affront to his presence. They had done no wrong, and were merely a territorial lot, so, naturally, Story found no reason to cause them harm.

Being noble often became a source of irritation for the creature, for these men proved to be just as tenacious as his misguided foes. Following Story on horseback in broad daylight was a simple enough task. He stood out against the backdrop of the clear blue sky as easily as a devil could be spotted at the gates of heaven. Witnessing the odd clash instantly evoked an innate sense of wrongness. This thing clearly belonged to the night, or even the Beyond.

Aesthetically, however, Story was a dazzling display regardless of the time of day or locale. His dark scales shimmered in the bright midday sun, and his horns gave his shadow the image of a great wing-ed stag soaring over the plains. The light catching in the membranes of his wings accentuated the shifting, luminescent colors they contained, and if one could see his head from the ground, his slitted indigo eyes appeared to glow as well.

Story let out another roar, and a growl as arrows flew around him on all sides, narrowly missing their mark. A well-placed weighted bolo rope struck true, though, wrapping about his forelimb and right wing and binding them. Though he tried desperately to remain airborne, Story went plummeting to the earth, scaled hide making a monumental crash in the dirt, and rending it up in clouds of dust as he slid hundreds of yards further, nearly colliding with some crumbling ruins.

She sensed it before she saw it in the air, another dragon! A big one to, over twenty feet in height by her guess, and shimmering scales with luminescent wings with the sun shining through the membranes. Xyaban smiled, he was handsome from where she stood on the ground, while she watched him plummet to the ground, crashing into the earth and making clouds of dust billow up.

Oh dear, what had fallen out of the skies for her to play with now?

With a small giggle Xyaban got Kirin comfy and took off at a lazy run in the direction she had watched the big dragon fall. The short two legged dragoness didn't take long to find him and slowed her steps as she carefully walked over to him, ah, now she saw the arrows and the thing that was keeping his wing and forelimb from working.

Holding her baby close she walked up to the male dragon's head and smiled. Hi there.” She greeted eyeing him carefully, she wasn't scared of anything really, she was too insane to be that way, but her past with other dragons and their abuse towards her made her weary of them. ”You seem to be having some problems? If you like, I could help get that rope thingy off your wings… for a small price of course.” She was a hoarding dragon and she liked gems most of all, so she wondered if he had any. ”Actually,” She pondered smiling down to the bundle in her arms. ”I would guess that means that you might be being hunted, hm? Did you do something naughty to be hunted so, big guy? Hm? Should I be worried that they'll attack me as well because of what I am?” She asked looking to his eyes, her own showing her unstable mind easily enough, and she wasn't hiding what she was either, at least not from him.

She heard horses running now coming closer and glanced back in that direction. ”So, what do you say, big guy? Want my help?”