#thornmail

Zyra breathes heavily, the sound of her bare feet pounding on the ground almost unnoticeable. She was sprinting toward the northern edge of the forest, a sense of danger rising in her throat and the sounds of wings flapping in the distance. It was difficult for her to focus on the plants around her while she was running, but she knew she didn’t have time to slow down. Vines instinctively slithered across the ground slightly around her, moving small obstacles from her path. 

She finally slows down as she feels the forest around her slightly relax. A wyvern-esque wail echoes through the greenery. She bends over and leans on a tree, panting wildly. Wow, was she out of shape. As she catches her breath, she continues walking, and eventually breaks into a grassy clearing out of the forest. She immediately is overtaken by how big the dragon is. Her golden eyes widened as they traveled the length of the lizard and eventually rested on a armor clad man.