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Name: Cataleya Sinclair Finby

Nicknames: Cat, Leya, Tallie, Dragon Slayer/Slayer

Age: 23 (Can change to more match yours, based off the assumption of young adults)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: https://postimg.cc/3Wv98yVr Credits to Picrew and Baydews, went with a medieval style as best as I could. She has some small eye tattoos, she got them to honor her sister. She was also born with heterochromia, the only one in her clan with it. A light dust of freckles covers her nose and cheeks area, highlighted when she blushes. She wears an amethyst crystal chunk around her neck, it’s wrapped with twine hence why the string is slim. Not durable. Cat tends to always wear her hair up, as it’s quite messy and chaotic down. Her normal style being the space buns and a braided ponytail with the extras. (Quite long, she’s never cut it)

Likes: Cataleya enjoys the outdoors, as a variety of activities can be done to prevent it from always being the same. She also enjoys nature, which kind of helps with the outdoors love. Her favorite song was a lullaby her mother used to sing her to bed with, she typically hums the line ‘hush little baby’ when she’s mindlessly idling. (Cooking, cleaning, etc.) Even though Cat was raised to cook and clean all the time, she does still enjoy house chores. They require little effort so she can occupy her mind whilst doing them. She’s quite old fashioned. Some favorites include purple the color, stew the food (specifically rabbit as it’s seen as a rare treat for her), reading as a hobby, and spring as the season.

Dislikes: Her dislikes are not too vast as she deems herself young and still learning of the world but they do consist of sudden loud noises, as she hates being startled. Cat also does not enjoy snow, it kills everything in sight and just brings nothing good with it. Blackberries are another, they leave a weird aftertaste to her but raspberries pass. She also does not like nonsense fighting, in her mind you must fight with a purpose or you’re just causing problems. Finally, she hates how all deals end with both sides getting screwed, the world should be more fair.

Personality: Cataleya is hard headed, convincing her she’s wrong takes a lot of skill and will power. She’s passionate about anything she sets her mind to, a good example being dragon slaying. She could answer any question and tell many stories for hours before she runs out of information on that particular topic. She’s also kind for a woman who grew up with such hardships as she, believing the world was to be more fair or better off without dragons since there would be less death. She would help a stranger in a heartbeat. Her kindness and stubbornness play a role with this next trait, being she’s quite fierce. When needed, she can be as strong as an ox mentally, verbally, or physically. (A good example being how after her village was attack, she trained to kill dragons for years and worked on building such a reputation for slaying) {Me here- I’ll probably build this character personality as we progress since the character will progress with us but for now I thought this to be suitable}

Background: Cat grew up in a pretty large village for the first part of her life, everyone here was apart of a clan. When she turned 4, she began her teachings of history, her duties in the clan, and even training. Her clan fought hard to defend themselves from dragons since so many roamed their land, never did they usually mess with them but you could never be too safe as her father said. Cataleya’s 7th birthday was when the next chapter of her life began, her mother woke her up singing happy birthday to her while her sister stood smiling and singing right behind her. They looked all so happy. Cat would eventually cherish that exact moment for the rest of her life. When her mother and sister were just about to end their song of celebration, the bells began wildly chiming in the village square.A dragon was here. Cat’s mother turned to her and her sister, shouting for them to wait there. Cat was petrified but her sister was angry about being left behind, moving quickly to follow their mother. She stood there shaking in fear, screams echoing in the early hours of the morning. A dragon roars so loudly nearby, it shakes the very room she was in. Cataleya doesn’t remember much from that day, blocking it out as best as she could. What she does know is that when she awoke next, she was surrounded by ash and not a soul in sight. That dragon had destroyed her village and family entirely. Why was she the sole survivor? Why could this happen to her? What did she do to deserve this from whatever higher being existed, be it the universe, a god, etc? She vowed then to fight and train hard, she would slay every dragon in existence. They all deserved death for that day. After that, Cat found and joined a hunter’s guild, begging them to teach her their ways. She and the guild became dragon slayers for hire (think Witcher style if you’ve seen that at all). She worked for years to get her reputation to where it currently stood and it paid well enough, until they slayed them all from their island. Or so Cataleya thought they did. . .

Name: Olivier

Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him)

Age: 19 (ish)

Birthday: May 19th (♉︎)

Looks (Human): Olivier has curly chocolate brown hair that frames his face and contrasts greatly against his (almost) too-pale skin and crystalline blue eyes. He is relatively tall and slimly built with long limbs that would make him appear almost awkward if not for his astounding grace. Like all Dragon shifters, his eyes glow in the dark ever so faintly, not unlike what you would expect to see from a stray beam of sunlight hitting the rarest of gemstones, and his skin is always warm to the touch.

Looks (Dragon): Rounded silvery scales and feathered wings adorn a long and lithe body that seems to be built more for speed than much else. A pair of ivory horns grace each side of the serpent-like head of the creature, framing its face and the glowing markings that start around its eyes and snake their way down its neck to its body. There is a line of evenly spaced spikes down the Dragon's back that seem to darken in color the farther down they reach, but they appear much too fragile to cause any lasting damage. The creature's tail is long and the end is embellished with an extensive array of dark gray feathers that accentuate even more small spikes.

Personality: Proud and never ambiguous, Olivier is quite the loud character. He takes life by the horns and has no problem burning down anything that stands in his way (pun intended). His wit and charm are his greatest allies, but also his greatest enemies. That being said, Olivier does tend to be a bit of a society cast loner as he struggles to fit in with the other shifters in his nest due to his unusual abilities and coloring, and can be very surprised (and often very charmed) by kind actions or words because of it.

Three Fun Facts:

He (unlike most Dragon Shifters) is left handed.

Despite his "try me" attitude, Olivier can be quite the baby when injured and tends to avoid conflict if weapons are involved.

While his speaking voice is fairly neutral (although he does have quite the odd accent), his singing voice is shockingly low.

The breeze seemed to whistle as Olivier shot through the sky, his wings flapping in time with his racing heart. No matter how often he did it, flying always carried a certain magick to it that he couldn't find in any other activity. Nothing could ever beat the feeling of the sun upon his scales or the way the clouds threaded through his feathers, even the zing in the air after a bolt of lightning zapped across the sky had its own remarkable edge. This experience almost made him pity those who could not have it, almost. Considering "those" were humans and Junvohs (the latter by which he had lost his pleasantries for ages ago and the former literally being the key to the destruction of his kind), one could easily see why pity would be a hard emotion to feel. Murderous intent, on the other hand, now that was rather natural.
He shook his head, attempting to clear it as he slowed to a stop above an island he had (almost certainly) never seen before. Stupid! The first rule of flying was to keep your mind in control and your eyes on the prize. After all, a distracted dragon was a dead dragon. Olivier let out a low growl in frustration at himself, already mentally preparing for the harsh rant he would receive once the other dragons found out what had happened. Again. The thought of the punishment he would receive had his stomach rolling and heart sinking. They surely would lock him in his human form and force him to muck out the expulsion rooms! What a horror! His hands would get all dirty and he would smell of excrement! Qūl knows he was already disliked enough by the rest of his nest! If he started walking around smelling like a rotted shark carcass, they may just throw him into the-
He growled again, this time louder as he realized what he was about to do. Again! Getting into his own head was hardly the smart thing to do in this situation! He needed to get his bearings! Perhaps all was not lost! Perhaps he had only flown a few hundred lengths off-course! Yes, surely that was it!
Olivier turned his head towards the fluffy clouds in the sky, squinting as he tried to make sense of where the sun was. The reef was west of his nest by a few hours and he had left the nest around sunrise. Should he have stayed his course, Olivier would have likely arrived there by midday; but, considering the sun was now far past its peak and a great deal to the right of him. He likely hadn't been on the right course for some time now. So much for only straying a few wing-beats of course! Sheep-poop!
He turned his frosty gaze back to the island, sizing it up. It didn’t seem to be anything special. The trees, although densely planted, looked young and he couldn't see or smell any signs of a human village from first glance. Perhaps it was uninhabited? He flew down lower, smiling internally at the large shadow his body cast over the island. A large dragon was a strong dragon!
There were deep indents along the rocky cliffs of the island, hinting that a nest of dragons had once called this place home, or perhaps still did. He sniffed again, flying even closer as his suspicions were proved correct. There had not been a dragon here for a long time. Olivier flew along the tree line, shifting his gaze from side to side as he looked for a good place to land. As stupid as it was to let the daylight pass by, he could already tell he wouldn't get far enough before his wings gave out. While it was a straight shot to the reef, there were hardly any islands with enough space to land until you got there, hence why only the older dragons ever made the journey, so the chances of him finding another island like this one was slim. Best take your blessings while you have them.

Cataleya was sprawled out across the meadow, her hair was partially tangled in the grass and the other parts flying around from the wind. She enjoyed this type of weather and the peace that came with it. Cat was on her back, staring up at the sky whilst her fingers picked aimlessly at the ground beneath her, a dragon free home had been her goal since she was little but now, she felt empty without something to preoccupy her time. The sun rays were beating down on her, her tan skin most likely tanning a bit more from said rays. Color always did her some good, no one wanted to look like a rotten corpse but she definitely did without it.
Her eyes shone with excitement as she watched the clouds slowly drift and form new interesting shapes, giggling to herself slightly when she thought she saw a dragon like one. She closed her eyes, not thinking much of it, just breathing in the air. She noticed a shadow passing behind her closed lids, that was odd. The clouds were too high to cast shadows, much less moving at the speed the shadow seemed to be moving. She opened her eyes, raising her hand to shield them from the sun and squinting up. A form that was a bit far off from her was moving almost in a straight line before she saw a flap of some fairly large wings. A dragon.
Cataleya's eyes shot open, her body jolting upright almost instantaneous. A dragon!! She thought her and the guild killed them all ages ago! She scrambled to stand, nervous about fighting a dragon for the first time in so many years. Cat began hailing for the much too small and only village left on the island, the place where innocent people and her guild who could help did reside. Her mind raced with flashbacks from her childhood, she couldn't lose everyone and thing she held so dear all over and all at once again. No one should endure such a cruel fate.
When she did make it to the village, her eyes scanned the area. People were out and about living their lives, unaware of the lurking danger that they all thought they had overcame. 'Dragons!' she screamed, hearing as it was swiftly met with the chiming of bells to signal the danger and the loud screams of panic. Children wept as they were interrupted from their play and moved indoors. Her guild hall! she turned on her heels, headed for the building with an ok sized tower attached to it's rear.
Her guild members were racing about, stocking up on gear and weapons. They were ready and a lot of them were excited to finally have another challenge, living a regular life had bored so many of the hunters. Cataleya grabbed what she could, heading to the tower with her mates. They always did try to shoot the dragon down first, it made them easier and more vulnerable to vanquish. Everyone began to get ready to fire, loading their weapons.
Cataleya herself was equipped with a short dagger on her thigh via a strap, and a crossbow. All she would need for now, especially if they were lucky enough to end the dragon before they needed to close the distance between them. 'You're up, Slayer. We're ready when you are!' one of her members chirped. They always let her go first since she was the best shot of the group, she liked it. Sometimes it led to her getting some nice bragging rights. Cat nodded towards him before aiming her crossbow to the sky, lining the dragon up within her sights. She waiting for it to fly closer.

Olivier had slowed down considerably, his wings aching. For as strong of a flier as he was, he was also fairly young and still had a lot of growing to do. Dragon shifters and their bonded could live to hundreds of years old with relative ease ( their age slowing to match that of the creatures that had blessed them), so at the ripe age of 23 (ish), Olivier was still but a hatchling.
The sound of bells made his head snap to the north, eyes narrowing as they tried to distinguish the source of it. It wasn't a natural noise, no, someone had to be making it. In fact, now that he had gotten closer the sound of screams and creaking iron aided to the racket the bells had created. Were these creatures in danger?! It certainly sounded like they were distressed, but he couldn't truly know if they were in trouble. Not without getting a closer look! The Dragon Shifter urged his wings to flap faster and faster, ignoring the way he wobbled slightly at the added exertion. People needed saving! And if he remembered correctly, saviors always were rewarded! Perhaps he would finally receive a gem to add to his (supper barron) collection. Olivier let out a loud roar, glee bubbling through him. Whatever danger these creatures were in, well, let's just say that there isn't a monster alive who can out run (or fly, for that matter) a dragon.
The fire in his belly started to bubble, thrashing as it worked its way up his throat. It was hardly a pleasant feeling, but it was one he had gotten used to over the years. He would be ready to shoot the moment he could see what he was supposed to be shooting at-
And then an arrow whizzed past him.
Ducks.

Cataleya let a curse slip past her lips, watching as her arrow whizzed past the large flying beast. Her members eyed her, it was rare for her to miss like that, they probably thought something was up with her. In reality, she was admittedly out of practice since slaying what they had thought was all the dragons.
Open Fire! She shouted, allowing them to begin their own barrage of assault against the beast. All they needed was one good shot and then she could go recover the corpse to bring back to the village. Her mouth watered as she thought about the feast the villagers would host in reward to her fearlessness.
Cat shook her head, trying to clear her mind from such a wonderous distraction. A clear head made for a clean battle. She readied herself to fire again, this time hoping for better hit. she aimed to the skies, put her crosshair just ahead of the creature this time so it would time right.
The crossbows bolt released, flying through the skies. She squinted as she watched it, her hair flying in the wind. She just needed to down the thing.

Olivier let out a loud wail as the arrows started to rain down upon him. He made quick work of dodging the worst of them; but soon found his already exhausted body reaching the point of muscle failure. His wings faultured ( unable to flap in beat anymore) and he dropped a few feet before fighting back up to his original air position. There was no way this was going to end well.
Most of the arrows bounced off harmlessly after hitting his scales, they were nearly impenetrable after all, but Olivier knew it would only be a matter of time before one hit its mark. And what was worst of all: he had no way of stopping them. Fire would only stop the arrows for a short time and there was no possible way he could manage to fly far enough away in the state he was in. His other ability on the other hand. Well, he preferred to not even think of it if he could. And the situation, as bad as it was, was not yet bad enough to think of it. He doubted it ever would be.
The dragon shook his head from side to side, eyes searching the forest below desperately for a way out. He lashed his tail, sending an array of arrows to the forest floor. Harmless. Time seemed to speed past him as he dropped another few feet. There was no way he was going to get out of this alive! No chance at all! The dragon was about to let out another wail when he stopped it (it being a small cave only a few dragon lengths away). It wouldn't be a perfect solution, but so far it was the only solution he had. Without thinking or checking to see if the coast was clear, Olivier started towards it. He twisted his body, attempting a final “Hail Mary” before his likely fall from the sky. That was mistake number one.
An arrow whizzed at him from the north, finding purchase in the softer flesh under the feathers on his wings. He let out a roar of pain, his wings finally giving out. The white dragon plummeted towards the forest floor, landing with a sickening thud that seemed to echo throughout the wood.
Olivier let out another weak wail, body convulsing as he shook the arrow from his injured wing. Already he could feel the effects of the fall: his left leg ached something fierce, It must be broken, or at least sprained; and his vision was fluttering in and out of focus. The Dragon shifter could feel his concentration breaking as his body shifted unwillingly into his smaller, much weaker form. This transformation only served in making the pain much worse, and it only took a few moments before the world went dark around him.

Cataleya's eyes followed as the beast fell, a thud echoing out through the trees and village. They did it! She smiled and cheered with the rest of her guild members, some patting her on the back. The original miss from earlier was now forgotten about as everyone began doing aftermath clean up from the dragon fight.
Cat herself was going to go snag that dragon, it's head would make a fine rewards and the scales always did serve as such nice armor. She knew it to be alive still but injured for sure so she quickly made a small detour, grabbing a long sword and strapping it to her back. Her tiny dagger would remain on her thigh for any sneaky attacks needed.
She began the trek towards where the thought she saw the dragon land, often looking up at the sky to track her whereabouts via the unmoving clouds. The sky darkening slowly as the day went on, possibly a storm coming in?
Eventually she came upon a creek of such, the water just gently babbling in the background. Cataleya stopped, every fighter needed a break to keep themselves strong and at the ready. She cupped her hands, dipping them into the moving water before scooping them out. Swiftly, she lifted her hands to her lips and drank. Only a little had dribbled from her hands thanks to her haste.
Her thirst was parched after a few more quick scoops of the water, Cat dumped the remainder from her hands and onto the ground. Standing again, she once more continued her journey forward.
The next stop was different, she could have sworn up and down this was where she had seen the beast fall. Yet something was off, no sign of such a huge thing was in sight. Cataleya did some observing, searching for anything that could tell her what she was missing. Signs pointed to her being right, a few broken branches and a large patch of smooshed grass.
Quite odd. . . She continued her look around, giving up and assuming it took off while she traveled to get here. A crackling of thunder set off in the distance. A sigh escaped past her lips as she took in the area to remember which way was home, she did not want to travel in a storm.
Cat's eyes landed on a cave, she could just spend the evening there or wait the rain out depending on what came first. She hurried inside, gasping at the sight. A human! They were injured as well! Cat assessed the damage as best as she could from the mouth of the cave. Did the dragon do this to them?
Cataleya moved to their side and looked them over, a possible break or sprain from the slightly weird angle but wasn't quite sure as she was no expert in that sort of field. A couple of scrapes and cuts. She did a mental note of everything before leaving to hunt for firewood.
When she did return, the rain had begun it's descent and drenching her before she made it back. Cat built the fire in the cave to keep them warm, using leftover sticks to brace the injury on the human. She studied the face, concluding the human to be male off of the jawline and he had.
He was quite handsome compared to some of the men in the village, his face and features gave off a softness to him and not to mention the hair. She shook her head, continuing her work. He was definitely going to complicate things for her but in what way was yet to be seen by Cat herself.

Olivier's vision flooded in and out, shapes becoming nothing more than defined blobs before fading back into darkness. He was almost sure at one point he saw a human's face, but there was little he could do about that now. Heck, he hardly even knew if there even was anyone there! Out of all the stupid things he had done in his life, and there were a great many, this had to be the most stupid! How could he have been so foolish!
His head pounded with each breath he took, his whole body aching. It was like an echo of pain, one stab setting off another. The Dragon shifter let out a pained grunt, swearing he heard something rustle beside him. But again, he was still too out of it to do much but squeeze his eyes tight and hope that whomever it was that had found him (if there was actually anyone) would hold enough mercy in their heart to make his death a quick one.
Likely they wouldn't, but a Dragon could dream, couldn't he?
-/–/—/–/-
When Olivier made to open his eyes for the second time, he was met with considerably less blobs and harsh colors. Granted, his vision still wasn't even close to the shifter-boosted clarity it had been before, but this was definitely an improvement. At least he wasn't blinded by a stray twig or stone during his fall! If anything, he had gotten rather lucky in the wound department. A quick mental check of his body told him he most likely had a concussion, as well as a great many bruises along with the obvious arrow wound. Olivier tried to shift his left leg, frowning as he realized he had most likely been correct in his earlier thought when he assumed it was broken or sprained. Now that he could think clearly, his money was on the sprain. But then again, what did he know about healing?
The shifter let out a frustrated sound, flinching as the sound of twigs against earth ran through the cave. THE CAVE! He sat up quickly, trying to ignore the ache in his head that was threatening to come back something fierce, as he attempted to get his bearings. If this was the same cave as he had seen earlier, then there was a high chance that if he can get airborne and fly fast enough far enough, he could get out of here easy peasy. The only problem with that, though, was his injuries. They would feel much more manageable in Dragon form, but his body wouldn't likely allow him to shift back again for another few hours, days. Crap.
He glanced around the cave, eyes signaling in on a couple objects right away. A small make-shift fire pit lay in the center of the cave, far enough from the entrance that the near constant downpour wouldn’t drench it, but close enough to still allow oxygen to get to it. Smart. He shifted his leg again, tipping his head to the side as he glanced down at the foreign thing wrapped around it. Someone had been here, clearly. The fire gave that away, obviously, but they were clearly human from the looks of the item around his leg. A clearly non-medically trained human as the ties around the two sticks that framed his leg were tied clumsily. It was nice of them to try though.
Speaking of said human, where were they? It would be foolish of them to go out in the rain, and they weren't in front of him so they had to be-
Ah.

Cataleya hummed softly, the fire had quickly warmed and brightened the cave up while the rain continued its downpour. She enjoyed rainy days, the sound of the rain hitting the ground or a roof was always so calming for her.
She glanced over to the human, checking to see if he had shifted at all. She would need to reapply the wrap on his leg if so and quite frankly, she wasnt sure it would look as good as it did if she had to redo it.
To Cat's surprise, the human was awake. He was just staring at her. She glanced about, unsure of what to say or do. "Im sorry, you were injured so I was just trying to help. I can leave now if that would make you more comfortable?" she asked him.
Although in reality, Cat was not quite ready to leave. She had so many questions for him, like why was he out here all alone? Did he even hear the villages bells to warn of the incoming beast awhile ago?
Her mind began racing with all her questions, overwhelming her a tad. So she sat down on the cave floor, shaking her head to try and clear her mind. That seemed to do the trick, at least for the moment.
Cataleya always did have such a problem with worrying and being nosy, she didnt want to come off this way to a total stranger so as she awaited a response she composed herself, eager to hear if she could wait the storm out or not with this man.

Olivier tipped his head to the side, regarding the human before him with slightly narrowed slightly glowing eyes. Or was that just the reflection of the firelight? She didn't seem too menacing, but then again, she didn’t seem like anything yet. Her dark hair was done up in an odd style, chunks of it piled up on her head with the rest of it braided together down her back. It was rather intriguing, if he was being honest. Dragon Shifters always wore their hair down or in braids, seeing no point in restricting it any further than that. It was rather refreshing to see something new, actually. And her eyes-
She spoke, startling from his thoughts. Had he not been a fearless Dragon Shifter, Olivier probably would have jumped out of his skin. Her voice was smooth and carried a slight note of unease. Clearly she found him more intimidating than he found her. Lovely. First impressions can win wars just as quickly as blades can, if you know how to use them. But then again, she also seemed very curious. A trait that could be highly beneficial or highly unfortunate, the difference depends on the situation, and one that Olivier found highly interesting.
"So you are the one who attended to my injuries." He said softly, the fair tenor of his voice cutting through the silence of the cave like a heated knife through butter. His accent was thick and clearly foreign, but also impossible to place. "You lack mastery in such a skill, I hope you know that. Nevertheless, I do thank you. Without your care I suspect I would be in much worse shape than I am-"
The Dragon Shifter attempted to stand, letting out a gasp of pain and falling back down as pain shot through his body. Apparently he was in deeper trouble than he had once thought. Just wonderful!

Cataleya, stared into his eyes. Could they be glowing slightly or was she imaging things? She found his eyes almost enchanting but once again cleared her thoughts, she had to stay focused! Plus, shed be embarrassing if he caught her staring.
The way he spoke was alluring and mysterious all in one, from where could he be to have such an accent? She could not recall a place where someone sounded similar to him.
Cat cleared her throat and responded to him, slightly taken aback by his comment about his leg wrap. "Well, yes. Id like to see you try to wrap a leg with little to work with and in a hurry to beat the rain, its not as easy as you may think." she tut.
When he thanked her, a light blush crept on her cheeks that was almost unnoticeable. "Well, youre welcome! Im glad you could see how much wo-" Cataleya was quickly interrupted mid sentence as the man tried and failed almost immediately at standing.
"Hey, Mister! You cant just pretend youre fine, nor should you be trying to stand so quickly! I can help walk you back to the village if youre in such a rush but you need to take it easy. Youll probably be out of commission for a few days if only a sprain or a few weeks if a break." she commented, eyeing him carefully.
Cataleya was ready to pounce if he tried standing again, she wouldnt dare let him injure himself further on her watch. A strand of hair floated into her face and she gently blew it up and out of the way as she awaited for the mans next move.

Olivier ground his teeth, eyebrows furrowing. She did have a point. As a dragon, injuries like these wouldn't have done much but been a bit of a nuisance, but as a human. Well, let's just say she was right. There would be no way he would be able to walk for at least a few days (if not longer) and that didn't even take into consideration the healing time of his other injuries or getting strength back into his leg. He was grounded. Quite literally.
The village? He suspected that is where she had come from. The same village that had shot him down only moments (perhaps hours) before. Yes, that sounded like a great idea! He was just about to open his mouth to make a smart remark, when he caught himself. The result of that action had him looking a bit like a cod out of water, but Olivier didn't seem to care. Perhaps it was a good idea! The Queen of his nest was always telling the Draglets that the best place to hide was in plain sight, and what is more in plain sight than the heart of the Human's nest!? As long as he was careful, there would likely be no way anyone would figure out his secret before it was too late! And perhaps in this "village" he could find some warm food and something more comfortable than stone to lay his weak human form upon, and perhaps better medical assistance as well. No offense intended to the woman, of course.
"Yes, I do believe you are right. The village may be a good idea," he murmured, meeting her eyes once again. She appeared to be even more on edge then when he had first seen her, perhaps it was his actions that had set her off. How odd. Humans had always seemed to be bloodthirsty monsters, but perhaps she was a part of the minority that wasn't? That wasn't likely, he thought to himself, but one certainly could hope.

Cataleya smiled and nodded at him, more than happy to help. She got next to him, grabbing his arm and hoisting it around her shoulders to help him stand.
Once standing, she began walking slow enough to the cave's mouth so that he could keep up with her pace. She remembered the way back fairly well and the rain was now down to a sprinkle, making her life easier with backtracking her remaining footsteps that were not washed away.
"So, nice to finally meet you. It was odd having a total stranger passed out for a few hours that I had to take care of, nothing new but odd. I'm Cataleya Finby but please, call me Cat. Less of a mouthful if you asked me." she chattered.
"How did you find yourself out here before the dragon attack? Did it hurt your leg or perhaps you took a tumble while trying to escape the mighty beast?"
Cat bit her tongue when she realized how chatty she was being, on top of the third degree questioning. She felt a slight blush creep up, dusting her cheeks and across her nose. "Sorry. . ." she muttered, poking her tongue in her cheek after to keep herself quiet.

Olivier let out a low grunt, his body resting heavily against hers. Even with her help, he was clearly struggling. Dam fall.
"I bet it was," he admitted, looking over at her as best he could. "I think you'll find I don't get any less odd" The Dragon shifter had said that as an attempt to charm the human, after all, he wasn't going to make it safely in and out of her village without her help, but, he had also said it to excuse any odd thing he did. If she thought him to be naturally a bit "off his rocker" then anything he did outside the norm would be somewhat accepted. "Cat," He said, switching the subject, "It is lovely to meet you as well. I admit I wish we could have met under far less, heavy circumstances." A slow smirk spread over the Dragon Shifters face. Yes, his charm was in full force. "I am Olivier, by the way."
Olivier said his name with an unnaturally smooth drawl, his accent making it sound as if he was singing the word rather than speaking it. He listened to her questions thoughtfully, practically dead weight against her as they walked slowly out of the cave. "You needn't be sorry, Cat." He said, glancing at her once again. "I enjoy talking about myself, don't you worry about asking too many questions."
The dragon shifter took a moment to think, attempting to build a story in his head quick enough to not raise suspicion. "Well, I was out in the forest gathering some herbs when I heard your bells! They spooked me a great deal, as I don't remember hearing them for quite some time! And then I saw the dragon!" He paused for a moment, stopping their slow shuffle forward. "He-er it was rather beautiful don't you think?"

Cataleya was beginning to struggle a little the longer they walked on, not use to carry so much extra weight. She didn't want to stop for a break or let alone look weak in front of a stranger so she pressed on, trying her best to hide the fact.
As he introduced himself she smiled and nodded along as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you, I do warn I'll give you some horrid nickname in honor of meeting you in such an odd way. She thought it over before spouting out one on the spot. 'Ollie!'
Her eyes twinkled as she giggled, her nose slightly scrunching up. Cat always did find herself humorous, more so than most. Her hope was for him to hate it so she could tease him, she always liked to poke fun when she could.
Cat's laugh died as she paused for a quick moment, thinking his question over about the dragon's beauty. "I do admit, I envy the freedom they must enjoy. I can't imagine soaring through the air and what it must feel like. Plus, when they're young they can be quite cute. Like cats almost, cuddling up for warmth and such."
Her eyes lit up with an emotion that was unplaceable, however, could most closely be compared to excitement or admiration as she spoke about the way dragons soared.
Cataleya shifted him a little to help relieve some of her pain while they walked, they had already begun putting a good distance between themselves and the cave so there really was no going back now. She just had to hang on a little while longer.

The Dragon-Shifter glanced at her, frowning. "Ollie? I detest that you feel the need to shorten such a noble name such as 'Olivier' to a name befitting of a pet." His voice carried a deeper tone, but hardly sounded harsh. As much as he supposedly detested the nickname, Olivier didn't seem to mind enough to order her to stop. It seemed he enjoyed a good spot of banter.
"Cute indeed, although I don't know if cuddling is the best idea. Most dragons do not gain control of the fire in their belly until long into their fifteenth pass of the moon." The 'pass of the moon' was an old term for around 24 days, hardly used anymore besides in textbooks or in the retelling of old stories. Another hint that Olivier wasn't from anywhere around here, yet he had alluded to being just that. Odd.
"Flying seems to hold a great deal more enchantment than it should," He murmured, trying to keep the lie from his tone. Olivier loved to fly. It was his most favorite thing to do, and more often than not the elders got on him for his long 'fly-breaks.' Yet, he mustn't tell the human that. For as nice as Cat seemed, humans were known for being two-faced creatures. She could just as easily stab him in the back as she could re-wrap his injuries. And she would likely be better at stabbing him.
"Perhaps we ought to take a break?" He asked slowly, attempting to shift the subject from Dragon's before he made a vital mistake. "For as strong as you are, Cat, I am far from light and am not really doing much to assist you in carrying my load. There is no shame in taking a few moments to collect one's strength back."

Cataleya giggled again, gently prodding her index finger from her free hand into his side. "Oh, come now! Dont be such a downer, Ollie!" she teased him.
When he mentioned the pass of the moon she paused for a moment before quickly brushing it off. While she knew it was odd, she didnt think anything further about the comment.
She hummed a tune to herself ever so softly as they walked on, ignoring his statement about needing a resting break. She could do it, they were nearly there by now.
Her eyes wandered around, taking in the forest around the pair. It was either late summer or early fall, she could tell by how many leaves engulfed the ground at their feet.
"So, Ollie! Tell me about yourself since youre currently stuck with me." she quipped, glancing at him to show that he had her full attention. Maybe he would reveal something about himself that would explain as to why he was so strange and spoke in dead terms. Perhaps she could discover the real Olivier.

Olivier laughed, shaking his head. "I like to be a downer. That is fact one about me, Kit." He purred. Clearly two could play at the nickname game. The Dragon-Shifter pretended to think about a reply to her question, making a big show of it.
"Well, I am devastatingly handsome for one thing, although I am sure you already noticed that." He flashed a pained smirk her way, his body starting to really protest against all of this walking. "But outside of my looks, I think you will find that I am just as handsome inside as out. The perfect man, really. Everyone from my island, I mean village, is rather perfect." He hoped she would ignore his slip-up, and made himself promise to be much more careful next time. This human did really have a sort of infectious energy around her. He was sure prolonged exposure to her charms could do some serious damage. That being said, he best did some damage control while it was still easy to do so. "My island-village being blessed by the gods and all that. You know, like the stories once said." Again, he made the mistake of alluding to VERY old stories. Not that Olivier knew that though. To Dragons, time passed far differently and English was almost never spoken. Hell, they probably hadn't had an update of the current state of vocabulary since the killings started.
"But enough about the perfection that is me! I want to know about my darling savior! Do, little Kit, tell me all about yourself! I am just chomping at the bit to know!"

Cataleya could not physically roll her eyes any harder if she tried, the man was a menace. She shook her head at his nickname for her, all was fair in the world but that didnt mean she wouldnt complain herself about it. "Kit isnt even close to my real name, you fiend." she mumbled after he rambled about himself in response to her previous question.
"As for your looks, you look like a huge mess at the moment. If it had not been for me, youd be nothing but dinner to a dragon. I dont think your looks couldve saved you from that." she spoke in a matter of fact tone, trying her best to hide the small smirk on her face.
It was nice to Cat to finally have someone who understood her humor and batted it right back at her, most of the villagers found her to be quite annoying at times to hold a conversation with for longer than need be.
She paused again as he mentioned an island and stories, this time it was noticeable. "Youre not actually from around here, are you, Ollie?" she was asking for confirmation but it came off more like a statement.
Perhaps the man was having some personal issues regarding his family or something? He was very strange, so much that it could not unnoticed to Cataleya now. She decided to begin taking notes of every strange thing he would say or do in the future, making a mental note to herself to perhaps write it down later when she was alone.
Cat was growing curious more so by the minute, more so by what he revealed as he spoke. She would find out where he was truly from, maybe she knew the place or the people there. After all, her guild of dragon slayers travel on the occasion to help other people with their dragon problems.
Cataleya shook her thoughts clear, realizing she had been sitting still and thinking for quite sometime now. "Apologies, needed that break after all! All good now though!" she recovered swiftly, putting a wide smile on her face. He seemed so nice, what could he be hiding that could be so bad anyway?

"Isn't it? Your name is Cat, so I could call you Kitten! But that just sounded so gaudy in my head, so I decided to call you Kit. And I, my darling, am hardly a fiend. I am a distinguished gentleman who is doing you a great service by putting up with your company!" He teased, putting a hand over his heart in an exaggerated gesture of mock-pain. So dramatic.
Olivier stopped short for a moment, thanking whomever was up there that Cat had stopped first so it didn't seem so odd that he would be a bit 'clumsy.' Perhaps he had been too obvious, although he doubted it. There wasn’t much that he was doing that wasn't textbook perfect with what he had been taught as a draglet. "An eye for an eye, Kit." He murmured, voice darkening to a far cooler tone that seemed to chill anyone who heard it to the bone. "You haven't yet answered my question, so I shall hardly answer yours."
He blinked, brighing considerably as she started moving again. "Ah yes, indeed! I do apologize as well, the pain seems to be messing with my head. No other time would I speak to anyone in such a way. " Olivier tried to ignore how the pain made his skin warm to an even greater temperature. He had done his best to keep all parts of him that Cat touched completely clothed to hide his warmth, but the sudden stop had impacted their position and even though he did move quickly to fix it, Olivier wasn't sure if he had been quick enough. Time for another distraction, then. "But I must ask how on earth you got me to respond to such a nickname! Clearly you must be some sort of enchanter, Kit!"

Cataleya scoffed at his dramatic play, shaking her head once more. "A fiend indeed, Ollie-O" she muttered as they moved on in the conversation. She was going to keep giving the man many nicknames if he wanted to call her Kit.
She raised an eyebrow at him slightly as he mentioned his previous question, she rarely enjoyed opening up and to strangers especially. She thought for a moment of what to give him so he would leave her be about it. "I enjoy cleaning, Im quite boring really. Feel free to ask me anything though and Ill do my best to answer to you satisfaction." she responded to him, noting the weird tone he used.
This man was odd no doubt, as if he wasnt human. A preposterous idea that she quickly wiped away, he very clearly was human. Especially due to the very human injury she was currently helping with.
Cataleya didnt notice the warmth, brushing his weirdness out of her mind once more. Her eyes moved to find his, they were so captivating for her. Its as if they glowed slightly, the color was rare to see in most of her village.
Cat soon discovered she was staring and rapidly blinked, quickly looking at the ground as she answered his question about her nickname for him.
"I am actually secretly a witch and Ive put a spell on you to only answer to me when I call you by such name, quite an easy spell at that." she teased, another giggle escaping from her as she laughed at herself.

Olivier blinked at her, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as she continued to look at him. It unnerved him a tiny bit, after all if she knew what he was, well, death wouldn't be too far behind.
"See something you like, Kit? Perhaps someone?" He teased, attempting to calm his nerves by changing the subject. The Dragon-Shifter thought for a moment, the smirk still on his lips. "All right, in an effort to not bombard you with questions, I shall ask you three and shall answer three in return. Should you allow an answer to but one of my questions, I shall answer only one of yours. And I hope you know I detest Ollie-O."
"Question one: your favorite color; question two, what is your job in your nest-village; and lastly, three: what do you know about dragon's?"
Olivier laughed, shaking his head. "Yes, very crafty of you! I tremble in fear!" He attempted to add a bit more wobble to his step for emphasis, but only succeeded in losing his balance and falling flat on his side. The dragon-shifter let out a loud "OOF" as his body hit the ground with a loud thud. He quickly looked up at Kat, fixing his most menacing glare at her. "Not. A. Word."

“A fool?” He hissed, gasping as he clutched a hand to his chest for what must have been the fiftieth time since they had met. What a drama-king! “As I have stated before, Kit-Cat, I am a gentleman! A distinguished member of society!” Olivier puffed out his chest as best he could while his body was still resting heavily against Cat’s. If she insisted upon a war of horrid nicknames, he would at least put up a good fight!

He listened to her answers, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. Olivier knew he was hardly the least suspicious person she had ever met, so any sort of reaction could end up with his head on a platter. That being said, when she mentioned her job as a Dragon Slayer, he couldn't help but flinch. It appears that he had been wrong before. Even the nice humans weren’t to be trusted.

“I do not believe dragons to be the monsters,” Olivier whispered under his breath, voice low and deep. Then, a bit louder, he asked: “Ah…I meant more along the lines of just general knowledge, but I guess ‘how to kill’ counts.” The shifter tried to keep his voice light, humorous even. Perhaps he could use his horror as another show of his dramatics.

He glared at her as he accepted her help in hoisting himself up from the forest floor. “Laughing counts as words, you menace!” Olivier hissed, giving her a betrayed look. “I have half a mind not to answer your questions now! But, as I am a gentleman, I will!”

“Ok…so my age?” That was a tricky one. Dragon’s aged much slower than humans, and shifters really were no different. It was hard to tell how old he was in human years, and you best bet that Olivier wasn’t going to tell her his actual age. “I am..er…twenty-one. Yes, twenty-one! And in my ne-village, I suppose you could say I am also a hunter of sorts. It is my job to go out with the actual hunters and protect them from any wild hu-animal attacks. Their guards, if you will!”

He gave her a debonair smile, hoping to hide his false-truths the best he could behind his charms. The Dragon-Shifter readied himself for her last question, almost certain that she would ask about one of his many slip ups. She did not, however, instead she asked about his favorite food. That one was easy! And he didn’t even have to lie! “I really like fish! Any kind! I am hardly picky!”

Cataleya could not help but scoff as he mentioned being such a gentleman and a distinguished member of society, so that's what they were doing now? Lying? She cringed a bit at his add on to her nickname, she missed being called Tallie now. When she was younger, the other village kids called her Cat-Allie or Tallie for short since it bothered her so much to not be called her name. Maybe that was better than Kit-Cat.

Cat paused after his flinch and again after his comment about the dragons, what did he see about them that she did not? "Olive, what would prevent dragons from being monsters? They kill and terrorize, not only this village but many others. My family was burnt to ash by a dragon, for fun!" She bit her tongue quickly, Cat had not meant to spill so much about her previous tragedies to a stranger. Her burden was hers alone to bare.

Grateful for the change in subject, Cataleya quickly steam rolled past her train-wreck of a response. "Ah, general dragon knowledge! I know they are semi-greedy. They tend to enjoy the shiny objects and can be a bit- slow at sharing them." she spoke, trying to phrase it as nice as possible. She didn't like calling dragons greedy for just liking shiny/precious objects but it was the best way to describe it. "I don't know too much more other than they are carnivorous. I wanted to study them a few years ago but things happened and my path in life changed. They are still fascinating to me, however,"

She grinned at him after his fall once her laughing had ceased. "Laughing does not count! Besides, I couldn't help it, Oliver." she butchered his name purposefully, giggling a bit more. She hadn't laughed this much in quite a long while, it felt nice to finally be carefree and happy in a way. Maybe she and Olivier could end up being great friends in the future, she needed more of them anyway. The village thought she was a serial killer for a long time due to her lack of them.

Cataleya listened quietly as he answered her questions in the same order she had asked, nodding along so he didn't think she was ignoring him. "That's a neat job," she commented, surprised they did something similar. Maybe it surprised her because of how carefree Olivier seemed to be or maybe because she couldn't see him as anything but injured since that's all she has seen.

She noted his favorite food of fish for later, perhaps she could make him something along the lines of a sorry meal to make up for all the teasing and name-calling she has been doing to him. "Alrighty, ask some more questions!"

Olivier cringed at the nickname, ok, he would take Ollie over that blasted fruit any day! When he was a draglet, many of the other Dragons his age had called him something similar. Granted, it wasn’t because they couldn’t say his name–rather, they chose not to. He had never been the object of much affection in his nest. Dragons mated for life, and now (more than ever before) for safety. A bright white dragon isn’t going to be much use in that department, especially in the spring and fall when Dragon’s are most active–so Olivier was left virtually alone. That isn’t to say that the other Dragons were mean to him…just that they weren’t always so kind.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking over at her. “I didn’t know…” Dragons would never attack unprovoked, Olivier knew that, but he also knew now was not the time to mention that to her. For as much as Dragons were on top of the food chain, they also were at the bottom and had learned long ago to pick their battles. Burning down a village was hardly something one would do for fun…at least he hoped as much.

“You are somewhat right…” he said softly, attempting to correct her without making it seem like he knew too much. “Most dragons are carnivores, but there are a few species–such as changewings–that are herbivores. It all really depends on where the dragon lives.” Olivier smiled at her before adding quickly, “At least that is what I have read.”

“And as for the greedy treasure hoarding monsters you are thinking of…well, that all depends on personality. Everyone likes shiny things, but not everyone would lie, cheat, and/ or kill to get them. Think of it this way, you might see a pretty necklace out in the woods. Some humans-er, people would take it for themselves, others would try to find the rightful owner.”

“I certainly think so!” He agreed, leaning heavily against her, “A bit boring at times though! I admit that I tend to sneak away from my post more often than not. Gets me into a fair bit of trouble if I am caught.” The dragon-shifter shivered at the memory of the Queen’s disapproving glare.

“More questions? Are you attempting to interegate me? Or perhaps find out my likes and dislikes so you can attempt to court me!” Olivier teased, frowning as she clearly attempted to mispronounce his name. “All-EE-ver,” He said phonetically, shooting her a mock-glare. “Alright….hmm…one, favorite spot to just hang out; two, favorite weapon; and three, how much farther to your village?!”

Cataleya rose an eyebrow at his changewings comment, she hadn't heard that term used before. Why did he know so much about dragons, his job didn't require it. She stayed silent as continued to explain where she was wrong on the dragon facts. Perhaps she should read more, brush up on her facts. It would be boring but it was good to be properly informed of the enemy.

"Protecting is admittedly not action packed a lot of the time, I've learned to enjoy the downtime. You should look into a hobby to do in the slow moments." she replied, giving him a slice of her life advice. It took her a long time to learn to love the quiet. "So would you say you are a bad boy?" she joked, chuckling some more.

As he switched subjects to the questions, she quickly pretended to throw up as he spoke about courting. "You started this game, I wouldn't want to court you if you were the last man alive." she spoke, shaking her head. Perhaps in the time it took them to get this far from the cave his wound had gotten infected and spread to his brain.

Cataleya began humming softly again as she listened to him spout his next three questions off, she only paused momentarily to answer him. "Probably some random hill in the middle of nowhere, I'm not picky as long as I'm alone." she hummed again, pondering his next question carefully before once more a slight pause to answer. "My dagger, because it was a handmade gift from a man trying to court me a few years ago. It's the most thoughtful gift I have ever received." she replied, smiling slightly. She seemed to be off in her own world, reminiscing of the memory.

She didn't even have to answer Olivier's final question, as they rounded the corner they both could see the edge of the woods as light poured through the cracks. It seems they were just about there. After a few more steps, Cataleya quickened her pace, anxious to stop lugging him around as the pain she had been experiencing while carrying him slightly was very noticeable now.

As they made it to the edge of the village, Cat began shouting for help. A guild mate and a fellow villager were in a conversation nearby, hearing her shout they came running. When they lifted Olivier off of her shoulder and onto them, shou could not help but breathe a sigh of relief as she bent over wit hher hands on her knees to catch her breath.

A breathless "Thank you," escaped past her lips before she gathered herself together and followed the men to the healer's hut. She remembered the rough care she did in the cave and prayed to the gods that it held together for their journey, otherwise, he would most likely be in worst shape than before. Their trek was not easy for anyone without an injury.

Olivier glanced around furiously, attempting to commit every path, alleyway, and nook to memory. If he needed to make a quick escape out of here, this knowledge would prove very useful. That being said, the brute who had picked him up hardly seemed to care about what pain he caused Olivier as he dashed down the uneven stone path, the constant bumping and tossing sending mass amounts of pain up Olivier’s leg and making his eyes water. He probably couldn’t even trust the map he had started charting in his head!

Too soon and not fast enough, they neared a small wooden hut. It didn’t look like much, but if a healer truly was in there, who was he to complain about its beauty? The man kicked down the door, making the hinges groan, as he called for the healer.

“What is it now-oh dear! Where did you manage to pick this one up?” The healer, or at least he assumed she was the healer, was a short woman with large brown eyes and white-blonde hair that was currently tied up in a high bun atop her head. She reminded Olivier of a field mouse. The ones they would give young Draglets to practice hunting with. “No matter, just put him down there–” she gestured to a bed against the far wall, cringing as Olivier was promptly thrown onto it. “-- for Moon’s sake be gentle!” It was at that moment Olivier decided he liked her.

She moved smoothly over to him, gently adjusting his position upon the bed to something much more comfortable. “My name is Everette Clearwater,” she said softly, shifting his broken leg onto a plush pillow. “Now, would you mind telling me what happened?”

Olivier decided he felt better already, but maybe that feeling was from the far more polite company. “I’m honestly not sure…” he started, attempting to sound foggy-er than he felt. If she thought he had a concussion, the questioning period would likely be short and he could get to being healed! “I think I was trying to escape the dragon that Kit over here–” he gestured vaguely in Cat’s direction. “--scared away. Must have tripped over a rock or something in my mad dash to get away.”

Everette bit her lip, looking down at the wound. It wasn’t wrapped anywhere near what it should be, but at least it would likely stop any infection from spreading…but it also didn’t look like anything that could have happened from a mild fall. He had been shot. And hadn’t thought to tell her. “Is that so….? I trust you wrapped this leg yourself?”

“Hardly! I would have done a much better job!”

The women got to work immedietly on Olivier, making small talk on the occation with Cat. "He's lucky I found him in the woods when I did, isn't he?" she asked the healer, trying to prove to Olivier that he was lucky to have been saved by her. Maybe it would even get him to stop bullying her medical wrapping skills for once. Her thoughts came to an abrupt pause as she caught the tailend of Olivier's insult.

Cataleya shot him a glare after he made the joke, being sure to sear her annoyance into him. "I kept you alive, thank you!" she grumbled, following it with some more grumbles about being a 'thankless hero', all the while sitting down on a chair that was crammed into the corner of the room they were in. It wasn't quite comfortable but she knew the discomfort was mild compared to his wound. "Eve, is he going to be ok? I may hate his terrible nicknames for me but he's a good guy." she spoke quietly, watching the healer work. Her voice didn't show a single sign of fear but if you looked deep enough into her eyes, she was terrified.

It was calming for her to watch the healer work and hell, she could probably learn a thing or two from Everette that could save someone else's life in the future. OR at least, upgrade her skills from medicore. Maybe Cat was secretly meant to be a healer, just needing some practice obviously. She shook the thought from her mind, reasoning that it would be impossible ot be a healer since she's already a slayer. Protecting others was more her style anyway, built for it from childhood. Plus too much blood could make her woozy sometimes and that's probably not the best for a healer to have quality wise.

Cat watched as Olivier winced in pain/discomfort on the occasion as the lady worked her magic, her heart yearning to comfort him but she stayed silent in the back. She couldn't figure out why she was so protective over him now, perhaps the two of them grew close together during their time in the woods? Cataleya wasn't the best at sorting her feelings out, her parents were a prime example of this. Going from sadness to hatred can really mix a person up, especially when Cat was as young as she was during the tragedy.

((Sorry it's so short, I can pick it up in the next one. I wanted to get something out in a hurry for you while not overwhelming myself!))