[Flashback]Traveling through the Wildlands [Open]

[Annassena]

Spring 70th, 511 AV, Sunset

Annassena paused as she walked, observing Syna's descent over the Suvan Sea in the west through eyes that glowed luridly green. At the setting of the sun, the Dhani knew the shadows she spoke to would return, and her traveling would no longer be so lonely. The darkness would bring her friends, and their whispers would fill her ears in place of the quiet hissing longed for.

As the sun disappeared, Annassena began to remove her clothes until she was nude in the Wildlands, the wind caressing her bare flesh with chill fingers and making her shiver. Summer would come, chase away the cold, and she'd spend it in a city far north as she dared to go.

The Dhani woman folded her clothes and placed them in her body pack before beginning her transformation. Her legs fused together and lengthened, scales spreading up them as her hair slid into her skin and her head morphed into something she thought beautiful, but others thought monstrous. Her legs, now joined, lengthened as they were coated by scales the color of her hair, white banded by yellow and marked with red and black. Her torso rose above the tail of a serpent of great size, naked and slim, and her neck joined into the head of a viper, the hood flared for a moment as a forked tongue passed a lipless maw and tasted the air.

A Dhani in her "Dhani" form was truly something to fear. The strongest form any Dhani possessed was this one, and the race knew it. Annassena took this form for the protection of the size and intimidating nature of it.

She picked up her belongings, strapping her things to her bare back, and held her crossbow in one hand. Her green, luminous eyes pierced darkness easily, for Leth had arrived and brought with him the shadows of Akajia. They whispered to her and she whispered back, Makath distorted by sibilant speech. She could see through shadows thanks to Akajia, and thanks to Caiyha she could see people by their body heat. She could taste the air and inhale their scent.

A Dhani was a true hunter.

If Annassena had lips, she would have smiled. She began her slithering again, heading for the one city she'd heard about the most by former slaves turned prisoners.

Sunberth.