She sniffed the dirt slowly and calmly. She had done this hundreds of times before and it was a practice she was used to. Hunting toren mushrooms took time though and were a very rare find out his far, however, greatly worth the wait.
The mushroom was the key ingredient used to create an extremely potent poison that could kill dragons three times her size, only a few drops needed.
ölüm was smaller than most dragons reaching only 2/3 the average height, unfortunately small, even for a female, she has lean muscle but still has less than a good chance in a fair fight. So she doesn't fight fair, this resulted in her fascination with poisons, toxins, and drugs that immobilize. That then lead to her inevitable partnership with
Gentleman Johnny, a notorious part of the underworld where most unapproved things were done. While she has no interest in those parts of his world she relies on the benifits that came with it. Namely protection, food and access to ingredients that were even out of her reach.
She wore a head piece made from parts of enemy's, after she had defeated them she took proof of her victory. This was not for a show of pride but primarily to stop any would be attackers. Unfortunately she sometimes lost her temper and it didn't always work for the best and the random chunks of flesh missing from her body attest to that, a lessen she had to relearn from time to time.
She could smell them now...they were close. It hadn't rained recently so she figured they may be near a cave or a rocky shadowed cliff edge. She breathed in the damp soil scented air. Finally pushing herself from the ground where she had stopped to assess and re-adjust her direction. Sprinting through the area quietly and quickly, this was easy because of her size. It did make stealth easier for her which she found to be the only good use for her size.
Abruptly she stops.
Quietly and without disturbing anything around her, there is a new scent in the air. She almost hadn't noticed. This smell was so similar to the cave she could barley tell the difference.
I knew it would be to easy. She thought angrily glaring hard at the bushes.
What do I do now! I've wasted all this time looking. After lowering herself to the ground she slowly continues in the direction of the smell.
Maybe whatever it is will leave shortly, I have to wait it out. I will not let this time go to waste! The temptation to growl deep in her throat but she does not allow herself to, not wanting to give her self away.
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