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Character Portrait: Ammy Seppen
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Golden waves stroked up along the hills just south of the forest. There was nothing but the sound of the wind and the snap of clothing and banners pulled by that wind. Sunlight glinted off of hard steel, two swords facing each other as two silhouettes faced off in the afternoon light. One, clearly a woman, stood alone as the sun stroked along the soft curve of her cheek and her silver hair whipped and bit against the pale flesh that were her arms and shoulders. Her weapon was held up, the tip slightly above eye level as her fingers tightened on the old hilt. She was crouched in a fighting stance, her white dress flapping against her legs, as green eyes glinted. The second figure was clearly a man, his much larger body nearly towering above her own slim figure. The man was beyond handsome, a pale beauty with two different colored eyes. One was as pale as winter’s snow, the other a green as crushed mint. The man’s lips, as pink as cherry blossoms were curved into a thin smile. His own bade lay at rest by his side. Under the eye that was blue, three black lines descended like the mark of a beast, curving delicately towards his ear as white hair fell around his shoulders.

He was clearly a man of wealth, his armor glittering golden and his helm just a circlet. Thought there was much more. Between his dark eyebrows, the centerpiece he adorned was large and proud. Gold circled a red ruby, carved out to hold a flower in the midst of the circle. Above that on his crown, as it was only proper to call it now, was a golden shield, adorned with the diamond cut of a flawless piece of emerald, located again in the center. The two pieces were connected with other fancy curves and cuts, edges and spirals that eventually led to two chains. But perhaps the most awe inspiring and curious part was the way the circlet melted into a face guard. Around the green eye the gold had been cut back then allowed to creep forward and down. From what Ammy could tell the metal followed the curve of the man’s cheek from under his eye only to vanish behind white hair. Her eyes flickered to his lips as he smirked.

“And what is a demon like you doing showing yourself off like this?” In a voice like silk the man finally spoke his first words to her, an edge of distain and amusement in the voice from his curious face. Ammy’s eyes flashed to his own, then to the men he had in formation behind him. Twenty or so with spears drawn and eyes narrowed. And this time, they were right to be wary. Ever since Ammy had left Earth to practice her flying, she’d been unable to return to her human form without the tail of the dragon remaining behind. Though Ammy could accept the change the wolf ears permanently attached to her head had brought about, hiding a dragon’s tail wasn’t an option. She certainly couldn’t hide it now as the fur on the end blew forward across the white and blue scales.

“I don’t expect you to understand,” she responded coyly. They had called her a demon, so a demon she would be. Green eyes flashed and she tightened her grip again on her sword though the man appeared to relax a bit at her statement.

“Conversation opens doorways to understanding.”

“But swords end lives faster than words do,” she responded, keeping her eyes on the man as he tipped his head back in a throaty laugh.

“Well played my dear,” he said with a small bow, eyes twinkling as he smiled, “But perhaps you would care to enlighten us? Unless that is, words are useless and you will not allow us to become your masters.”

“Masters? Of what? Me? No, nothing so wild can be tamed.”

“Wolves have been turned to dogs, horses to beasts of burdens, pigs to feed and even tigers to pets. What makes you so different from creatures such as those?”

“I am not an animal.”

Laughter rose from among the ranks and the man smiled.

“Forgive their rudeness, my lady,” he mocked ever-so slightly, eyes gleaming, “But what my men see is an unexperienced little girl with wolf ears and a dragon tail holding a sword that is much too long for her to handle effectively. Unfortunately I see this too, so if you are not part animal what are you exactly?”

“I-I am a demon. Perhaps this is the form I have chosen to take as of now, perhaps to fool you into thinking I am weak. Or perhaps to lure you into a false sense of security.”

“Forgive me once again, but I’m calling your bluff. You appear too comfortable in that skin for it just to be a ruse.”

“A ruse? Then I should reveal my true form to you men and have you test your skills then?”Ammy asked, trying her best to sound brave.

“Well according to you this is your true form,” the man responded with a small smirk, “So you are lying?”

“I’m not!”

“Then there are no more need for words.”

With the sound of metal against metal the swords were drawn, leaving Ammy with little time to react. In a run the Gilded Man’s men came rushing forward. With great skill her sword was surgically removed from between her hands, not that it took much effort. Ammy wasn’t known anywhere for her swordsmanship and what time she had spent watching and practicing with Earth had left very little of an impression on her. But she wasn’t about to let it end there. She dove and caught hold of a branch, pulling the dead matter up and into the face of one of the men rushing towards her with rapier held high. As his blade fell she quickly dove to pick it up before stabbing the staggering man in the stomach of his armor. The Gilded Man lunged forward, forcing her back. Their swords crossed, sparkling in the afternoon sun. The clink of metal against metal was harsh against her ears, her muscles tensing as the Gilded man leapt back her sword finding skin with the wet thud of steel digging into flesh. Another joined his fight, breaking in to replace him with a grizzled face. Ammy crouched and ducked under the flying blade, her weapon rising as if on its own accord to pierce deep into the man’s stomach. Blood oozed down the blade and onto her hand. The Gilded man sneered. He held his sword in his hand, waiting for an opportunity. Ammy didn’t wait. She twisted her body, bringing up her sword, then let the weapon fall, carving a man’s face and sending him stumbling back. A twig snapped behind her. She whirled and swung her weapon, barely slicing off the enemy’s head. Another rushed forward and brought up his blade. Ammy blocked it with her own, her arms shaking from the weight. Just behind her she could imagine the Gilded man’s smirk, her teeth gritting as the blades locked. With a swing her attacker separated the two, the tip of his blade pushing up near her throat as she spun and the tail on her back sent him barreling backwards.

That had to be all, she panted. Turning to face the Gilded man when she found herself staring into the face of another. Adrenaline rushing, Ammy was able to send the hilt of her sword into the man’s nose. He stumbled back and Ammy did a quick count. At least five had to be out of the fight, their bodies limp and bleeding on the ground around her, one severed head near her feet as she kicked it towards the oncoming men with a small apology. Upon impact, several stopped in horror, watching as Ammy’s body began to grow, to shift. With a bright light her muscles tore from the inside out, the Gilded man rising his hand to hold back his men as his eyes flashed. This wasn’t a demon. This girl wasn’t even close, but she was something that was beyond rare. A Zuikei.

“I want that thing alive,” he snapped, watching as from the light a massive head arose. It wasn’t the least bit hideous, the dragon snout with the mane of a lion circling around its massive neck. Scales as tough as steel shimmered like ice in the sunlight, talons as sharp as a thousand spears glittering on the end of arms that could crush a tree in half. The Ammy-dragon opened her maw, roaring out as the remaining men took a small step back. With a charge forward, her body sprang with the grace ad power of a feline, the men holding their ground even as her claws ripped apart their shield wall and left them standing there with nothing but their shields. The men she knocked down were soon replaced by another, this time with swords. They slashed at bit at her scales, metal dinging off like it was worthless stone, Ammy’s eyes staring down those that smacked against her with anger. She roared, talons shredding through their armor and quickly slicked with blood. Her tail smashed against the ground, knocking away a few soldiers. Still they came forward, hacking at her wings and neck, leaping clear of her massive tail as ropes slid along her scales, looking for a place to grab hold as an primeval fear struck. A downed dragon was a dead dragon.
Run! the voice inside her head snapped and with wide eyes, Ammy began to leap forward. Her body smashed against a solider, knocking the surprised man. Another jumped forward to take his place. Ammy twisted, her body leaping up into the air as her claws ripped at the air around her, body twisting as she rose a couple of feet into the air before crashing back against the ground. She didn’t stop though, her feet pounding against the ground as she neared the cover of the trees. Her lips curved, whiskers flowing behind her as her bright green eyes narrowed with a click of scales. Her tail smashed against the ground, her claws ripping through as tree as she launched herself upwards.

Wind whipped through her fur, her talons reaching up and clawing at the air as she danced higher and higher, above the tops of the tree as her body thrashed. Though she had escaped the battle and possible capture, she hadn’t been so unlucky to escape unharmed. Blood dripped from between her lips, scales broken and cut away, pain spiking up her body with every winding thrust. Soon she couldn’t continue her movements as her arms curled up into her stomach and her body twisted back. Ammy’s back faced the ground as her body fell, crashing back through the trees and hurtling back against the dirt. The ground split around her, allowing her to skid forward. Dust, leaves and branches lay strewn about her, dark eyes closing as she let out a whimpering sigh.