"Fuck!" the elven woman screamed, drawing her bow as far as possible before releasing the triplet of arrows at the dragon she'd run into in the forest. It was miles away from town and there was no possible way any person in said town had heard the cries of the dragon. "Stop catching-" she shouted, pausing to shoot an arrow into its eye. It had landed earlier and was heading for its den when it stopped to fight off the elven woman, "-this forest on fire!" Almost in a response, the dragon roared and breathed fire at her. Though the two had ended up in a rocky, moss-covered clearing in the forest, the dragon was much too large for its fire to miss the trees. 'Already wounded...' she thought, noticing a tear in its wing, dripping blood more and more as it fought. It had slowed exponentially, growing weaker with its blood loss. It dropped its head, readying itself to breathe fire at the elf again. She stilled her hand, her arm shaking lightly as it held the readied arrow at the dragon's mouth. She watched as it opened its gaping mouth, watching the sparks glow in its throat. She fired and all was silent. "Shouldn't have wandered into this forest, my friend," the elf sighed, combing her long, wavy brown hair behind a highly pointed ear. Slaying and skinning a dragon was rough and took time. "I wish not to kill your kind, but I thank the Great Mother that she brought you to me. With your help, I will eat for weeks. Your soul may rest now and your body is greatly appreciated. With you, my friend, I will have scale armor like no other, a covering for my home, and meat for my stomach." The woman paused, closing the beast's eyes before she continued to skin it. Night was falling and the elven woman had let her mind wander dangerously as she performed the meticulous task of skinning the dragon for it's scales. She wiped her tattooed brow with the back of her wrist and heaved a sigh. 'How did you hurt your wing?' she wondered, furrowing her brow as she cut at the meat, 'Certainly not on your own... Did someone hurt you. friend?' "What a day.." she breathed, wrapping the meat she'd cut from the beast in sheep skin and leaves. She cut one large steak into strips and drenched the strips in salt before wrapping those as well. "To the market tomorrow. I will sell the majority and keep what I can carry." The elf often spoke to herself, finding it nicer than sitting in the silent forest. Figuring she was alone, the woman tugged at the buckles of her pauldrons and leather curaiss. The leather armor fell off her chest, allowing for her chest to be relatively exposed except for the piece of leather that tied much like a strapless bikini top that covered her breasts. She pulled at the buckles of her swords' sheaths and folded them neatly together, setting them beside her as she seated herself on a fallen tree to take her leather boots off as well. The woman winced, noticing a cut just below her knee before turning her gaze to the remains of the noble beast she'd slain. "Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha," she whispered, wishing the dragon that the leaves of its life tree to never turn brown, in hopes that it had bred at least once before she had slain it. Vulnerable, tired, yet accomplished, Evsarafel poured the water from her leather pouch on the last flame of the forest that the dragon had started. The rocky clearing had grown from only about thirty feet in diameter to a hundred or so, but the elf felt as though it was her job to take care of the forest. She could not save the dragon that had sought shelter in the forest from its hunter, but she could save the forest around the beast's final resting place. Surely, someone was seeking the dragon and the smoke billowing up from forest was a good clue as to where it had gone. Fel only hoped she would have the strength enough to defend herself when the hunter arrived. It was a long walk back to camp. She kept her quiver on her back and her bow close by.