Outta' this World | Introduction

The current was chilling, an unsettling bite that tormented flesh. No solidity to grasp the balance, the figure spun through the sky with a shadow carefully caressing the surroundings. Circling the object of attention with something of killer intention. It's silver scales reflecting against the striking glare of the full moon, parting it's massive jaw to expose the unnerving display of twisted and unsightly fangs. Quickly it jerked against the air, missing the figure by merely inches. What force it took to arch the crown washed a slight wave of energy into her direction. With her body still spinning against the fall which proceeded, the strange essence of lightning erupted in a warning, startling the tarragon that was so intent on harm. The teeth clenched together, frustrated by the counter of something that appeared as a temper to proceed.

"Seriously.. what do you want!?" hardly being perceived against the shrilling cry of the beast, the tainted glow of its deranged pools narrowed, something powerful rising against the base of the throat in what slight waves of color retreated past the crevasse of each and every point. The young woman expressed her discomfort in the bolts that violently flared off her form, the confusion and annoyance leaving her in a silent and vulnerable state. With no wings to move freely, there was no use for escape, yet there was no support to force back what was to be hurled forth. The flood of sudden friction avalanches from above, drowning her in a current that nearly felt consuming. Everything was blinding, everything so heavy. What defensive reaction of darkening lightning was being swept up in the endless shade of white, her head rattling into the pulsating call of a ring that wedged itself into her ears.

Swatted aside as if some sort of insect, the golden was seen momentarily in the scare nightlight, the silver fading from her presence as did the power. No longer could she see the dragon that had been so desperately trying to crush her beneath the force of its massive form. Passing clouds swept her up in a cool and wet awakening, the sight of the moon and the stars which surrounded it the only thing she could see. For just a moment she brought the thought into her mind, of how beautiful this moment was. Abruptly however, reality came back in the harsh impact of stone from wood, to various concrete objects that her body rebounded against.

Crimson discarded a trail, her body wheeling outward like some sort of rag doll. Eventually in the last of the fall, there had been something just a bit more warmer and softer. Various injuries were presumed with the amount of blood, yet in the few seconds her vision went dark and unsteady, the open flesh had already sealed itself up. As though it'd never been in such a state in the first place. "Uhn..." the lining of red retreated from the corner of her lips, her hands kneading into the uneven grounding, however strangely living it felt. The pain still trapped her in a complete and utter blur.

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As the fingers clenched into the soft and fabric outer layer, there came a counter of sound. Barely audible words that were seeming apparent for there almost inebriated slur forced the heavy weight upon her eyes to open just a bit further. From a better perspective, though not entirely against the focus that was still wrestling for an ease-- she'd make out what looked like the back of a head. The lungs shook into a careful laughter, somewhat of an odd reaction for being used as a cushion for land to the point she wasn't sure if it had been laughter or distress. Ruby bore into the back of the figure, a single fragment of blood slipping from the mess against the left of her features. Ears were flooded with the everlasting ring, making it difficult to hear very clearly with the abrupt pursuit of a crown against ground. Over and over again.

Her nerves had still shuddered and convulsed in shock of the coming and then passing of injuries. Although they should have been more familiar with it by now, pain did enjoy expressing itself in her tolerant form as much as she might've pleaded otherwise. The high pitched tone and the fuzz of words encircled the delicate mind, enacting the muscles to tense abruptly in the sound of such worry. It hurt, but it also left her curious, forcing the rest of the sluggish body into an eventual stand. The striking shade squinted, turning to glance towards a much smaller character that seemed to be wielding some kind of-- weapon? Honestly she still couldn't make everything out as she had wanted, but with the time that had passed there was no need to stress over the beast as opposed to the reality of now.

"Stop... shouting," the young woman breathed, sounding a mixture of exhausted and bitter. A shaky left hand touched the unsightly red, knowing the amount that had retreated from the ensured wound might've been the very reason as to why it had felt as though her skull was splitting into two. Thankfully it was far from the feeling. "Ugh.. just where.." neglecting the figure she'd still been hovering over until another sudden spout of laughter came, pressed the startle into a pair of slender legs to move just a bit elsewhere. Staggering and nearly tumbling back down in the process, the outer surface of hands kneaded the still straining pools of vision. I need to get out of here, Natsu would imagine, presuming she'd made more enemies in the unintentional circumstances that passed her by.

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The soppy lines reflected in the background, slowly clearing in the static of her mind. Unfortunately still a mess, there wasn't much for her to do except act at least partially dignified in the apparent state of harm. Natsu reached outward, gathering onto her thoughts and surroundings. The world that was layered in greenery, tall buildings reaching so high they could have touched the clouds. For just a moment they did-- was the ground beneath her feet further from the actual solidity itself? It made sense when the landing had been incredibly abrupt. With that in mind, the time that had faltered was indeed something to be at ease for. The creature of the skies elsewhere-- her companion along for the ride. For just a moment the brows furrowed, worry clearly tracing her obscured features. It wasn't like her to feel this way for a creature that would hardly do the same. A foul-mouthed and selfish beast he was-- the fox had still been somewhat of a friend.

What voice that had daringly poised her weapon in a brash display of worry for the crushed, was now doing the opposite. The red eyes glanced back at the fallen, then down at the small girl. With such an endless stutter in her words, clearly lacking in the confidence to at least uphold a full sentence without quaking, she still held the audacity to express concern. Admirable, yet pitiful. Natsu wondered how someone could be so kindhearted, so forthright in thinking of others before they thought of themselves. "I'm fine," she muttered, audible enough that the words were made through the flutter of golden strands.

"Save your concern for your friend. I don't need it." speaking a bit louder, there held not a sliver of emotion in her words. Though she did desperately hold onto that fact. "What is this place?" it was something she was more attentive with than upholding the charm in introductions. Knowing of their identities had already been heard. "You said Crystal Swan earlier, did you not?" a guild it was. Everything was coming together, yet to hear it confirmed never hurt either. She'd been so busy separating herself from the rest of the world that Natsu never invested much of an interest for the factions which influenced this country. When they came forth was a different story however-- as such it was the reason why Basilisk Fang in particular was so apparent. In many faded pieces of her long life, those that had left their scars were already dead, or maybe they'd been still lurking. It wasn't exactly something that needed to be stressed upon.

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