Climbing mountains for gold was a first, and it was certainly easy money. At least until she got to the whole "dragon slaying" part. The gold she'd slipped into her purse was of a nice weight, and had clearly been donated to the village leader by anyone who could work. Climb the mountain, slay the dragon who reigned terror upon their village. Their words, not hers. But who was she to decline payment for such a noble cause?
Vivera snorted.
For such a threat to their little village, they could have offered her more gold. But money was money, and the demoness wasn't about to turn away the very thing that allowed her to continue living in luxury. The luxury she deserved. However, climbing a mountain in her boots was certainly not how she wanted to spend her day. Especially when it meant ruining her shoes? She had better things to do. Better ways of traveling. The woman stood at the base of the mountain, head tilted skyward to the summit. She couldn't see much, her vision obscured by the atmosphere, but Vivera was quite certain she saw something glittering. Now that was interesting.
Her form began to change as her shadow rose up to consume her. Limbs cracked and twisted as Vivera sank down into a long feline form, her fur dark as night. As a panther, she felt powerful and strong, with lean muscles that would make the climb as easy as flying. She coiled and sprang, leaping from rock to rock with great agility and ease. It was still an agonizing climb, and by the time she reached the top Vivera's muscles were screaming. But what was a little pain for all this gold?
And gold there was.
A castle, no, a palace of golden splendor topped the mountain. How...subtle, she thought, eyeing the building critically. Stalking low against the ground, keeping to the shadows so her stark black figure wouldn't stand out against the wonderfully extravagant building, the demon could smell power. A dragon--several of them--lurked within. Now this was interesting indeed. If the dragon she'd been paid to slay had an entire palace of gold, surely the villagers could have scraped together more of their own gold in payment. It was rather insulting, really, and Vivera let a grow rumble out from deep within her throat in her irritation. Still, if she were to slay this dragon, it was wise to take a look around, and her current form was incredibly conspicuous.
So again her form changed, this time shrinking to one of a cobra, with deep black scales that glimmered purple in the light. While still darker than her surroundings, cobras were much smaller than panthers, and like all snakes, cobras were especially good at watching and waiting. She coiled herself on a rock near the front door and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
How long would she need to wait before the master of this house make themselves known? Though the demoness was thankful for the time to herself. She'd things to think about, like the paltry amount of gold her employer had paid her. Perhaps switching allegiances would prove more fruitful for her? After all, with such a display of wealth on the outside, there could only be more splendor within. And if given the opportunity to gain even a fraction of that wealth, well, a little betrayal wasn't beneath her...
Vivera snorted.
For such a threat to their little village, they could have offered her more gold. But money was money, and the demoness wasn't about to turn away the very thing that allowed her to continue living in luxury. The luxury she deserved. However, climbing a mountain in her boots was certainly not how she wanted to spend her day. Especially when it meant ruining her shoes? She had better things to do. Better ways of traveling. The woman stood at the base of the mountain, head tilted skyward to the summit. She couldn't see much, her vision obscured by the atmosphere, but Vivera was quite certain she saw something glittering. Now that was interesting.
Her form began to change as her shadow rose up to consume her. Limbs cracked and twisted as Vivera sank down into a long feline form, her fur dark as night. As a panther, she felt powerful and strong, with lean muscles that would make the climb as easy as flying. She coiled and sprang, leaping from rock to rock with great agility and ease. It was still an agonizing climb, and by the time she reached the top Vivera's muscles were screaming. But what was a little pain for all this gold?
And gold there was.
A castle, no, a palace of golden splendor topped the mountain. How...subtle, she thought, eyeing the building critically. Stalking low against the ground, keeping to the shadows so her stark black figure wouldn't stand out against the wonderfully extravagant building, the demon could smell power. A dragon--several of them--lurked within. Now this was interesting indeed. If the dragon she'd been paid to slay had an entire palace of gold, surely the villagers could have scraped together more of their own gold in payment. It was rather insulting, really, and Vivera let a grow rumble out from deep within her throat in her irritation. Still, if she were to slay this dragon, it was wise to take a look around, and her current form was incredibly conspicuous.
So again her form changed, this time shrinking to one of a cobra, with deep black scales that glimmered purple in the light. While still darker than her surroundings, cobras were much smaller than panthers, and like all snakes, cobras were especially good at watching and waiting. She coiled herself on a rock near the front door and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
How long would she need to wait before the master of this house make themselves known? Though the demoness was thankful for the time to herself. She'd things to think about, like the paltry amount of gold her employer had paid her. Perhaps switching allegiances would prove more fruitful for her? After all, with such a display of wealth on the outside, there could only be more splendor within. And if given the opportunity to gain even a fraction of that wealth, well, a little betrayal wasn't beneath her...
