Once upon a time; an era void from the history pages. Great warriors rode upon the backs of dragons. Raining spears of lightning from the heavens as they purged ancient evils from the realms. A tale thought as but myth and fabled stories uttered by bards to enthrall their audiences. These Dragon knights were said to have a spiritual bond with their mounts. The fate of one tied with the other; some accounts boldly claim that the two were actually one. That these dragons were nothing more then a physical embodiment of their own souls. Legends tells of an ancient struggle; when the age of light was due to succumb to the evolutionary seeds of the coming era...that being darkness. However the candles of hope were kept alive by these fierce and almost mystical warriors. Through their sacrifice they manage to stem the swarthy tide. Putting an end to the corrosive darkness which like a cancer ate away at our plane of existence. However it is believed that by the end of this struggle...the dragon knights themselves became instinct. Offering themselves as tribute so that those which feared and labeled them as monsters could have a chance to endure. However people claim many stories to be true...most of which end up being bullshit. For deep within the misty peaks of the Alaroth mountain ranges; the last of the true dragon knight resides. Living in peace through an almost reclusive lifestyle. She would watch with diligence from afar; waiting for the next great storm to brew. Word had spread of a silver scaled dragon with a woman clad in cerulean and gold trimmed plated armor resting on it's back. With will alone she supposedly coursed throughout the heavens; occasionally lending aid toward those towns and villages unable to defend themselves from various monstrosities which plagued them. Most would think of such tales as utter foolishness. The idle bantering of a drunken and delusional man. However in this case truth could be found. Though one would seldom find proof. There is a reason why such a being has remained hidden from the modern world's gaze for so long. She was cautious and knew how to cover her tracks. And though many search parties with various motives were forged under the blind hope of finding her. None had returned with any success; other then a handful of unreliable eye witness accounts. Even now; as the sun had begun to peek it's radiant head above the horizon. The Dragon knight could be found; her steed perched against a rather large yet firm boulder. Her eyes peering through the morning mist as she witnessed the birth of yet another day. With spear thrust into the moist earth, she would rest with her back against it. Her plated gloves brushing against the dew kissed blades of grass as the orchestra that is of the birds tickled her ears, thus serving as a sort of muse. The armor did little to reveal her feminine physic; her face masked by her helmet as even her eyes were guise by a sheet of shade. The arches of her luscious lips would curve; as a smile hidden from the world crept on her face. Silently the dragon with silver wings unfurled stretched. Yawning as it curled into a ball. It's eyelids closing shut as it dreamnt it's dreams when their kind once raced through the clouds in great numbers. However such glory days are long since gone. Living through her memories, and her memories alone. Save for a few inaccurately posed limericks and rhymes. There in the saddle of a valley they could be found. Surrounded by a lush array of wild flowers; that somehow flourished despite the poor soil and cold temperatures which normally encompassed this region. After the passing of a few brisk moments the dragon knight would rise from her seated position. Removing the tip of her spear from the grasp of the earth. Twirling the spear effortlessly as she shifted from one attack style to the next. Her footwork was elegant; resembling that of a dance. A style known as the waltz of death when translated into the common tongue. For hours she would practice her techniques with no signs of fatigue. With clench fist a fiery black flame would engulf both her and her dragon. The beast of burden turned to ash, dissipating under the touch of a soft breeze. Scattering across the vast mountain ranges. Her armor would shatter like glass; fragments twirling toward the earth before melting away from sight. Her spear would become engulfed in a silver light before simply vanishing without a trace. Her once armor clad form now adorned in a simple white button up dress blouse as well as a black skirt with white trimming. Exhaling to herself the woman would simply disappear. Appearing within the foliage right outside of a small mountain town's gates mouth. Stepping from the brush she would enter it's walls. Making her way toward a local bar where she worked part-time as a bouncer. However today she was off yet still sought the warmth and vodka provided inside those walls. Silently the Bicolored eyed woman would nest at an empty booth. Enjoying her warm glass of vodka as she eavesdrop on the locals as they described the fabled dragon knight as a male. A common misconception considering the lack of curves of feminine feature her armor displayed. Couple that with the sexism and stereotypes when it came to females as warriors such a deduction seemed inevitable.