Ziorea the Runaway

An irritable growl came from Apea as Ziorea tried to leave her tent.  His forehead met her chest, and with a grunt, he pushed her back in.  “Stop, let me out!”  She snapped at him, hands on his forehead trying to push him back so she could leave. 

A glare was given to the elf from the drake.  She watched his lips curl back showing off sharp teeth.  Those very teeth caught the fabric of her tent door and with his best effort attempted to close it, the elf rider being stuck inside.

Thunder rumbled around them.  Soon she would hear rain splattering on the tent and the scales of her drake.  “Come on!  We are not going for a ride, I just need to go for a walk.  To think!” 

The settling of Apea was heard as he curled his long slither body around her tent locking her in place for the oncoming storm.  

“Fine!  I will just chat with my friends on this goblin comm device.   Maybe they will come save me from you.”  She huffed out her threat to him. 

Apea huffed back, the tent door ruffled from his breath.  

Ziorea sat herself down on the rug by her cot.  Once she lived a life of oversized beds, silk sheets, and comfort food.  Now she enjoyed a new resting spot each night, forgot what a bed felt like, and was used to dirt all over.  When she went in public a room in an inn was rented to clean up and look like the pristine noble she was born. 

Bored she pulled out the communication device to kill time.  Zero messages were left on it.  It never bothered her being unpopular or not having a list of friends to chat too.  However, at times the lonelist haunted her and was the primary reason she took to going to cities.   

Maybe it was time to track down one person dear to heart.  Someone she could pester on these boring afternoon hours when work wasn’t keeping her busy.  Apea was not much of a conversationalist anyway. 

First off, I was drunk off my ass.

Second, I don't want lovey-dovey relationships. I feel like if I waited for the right person to take it. I would be waiting a lifetime.

(NSFW/Sexual themes below)

What a night! Maybe? She couldn't remember much.

Zio could sleep all day if it wasn't for the hangover she felt taking hold of her head.   Her foot brushed against the leg of another.  With a jerk, she sat up finding herself on the floor of some tent and a person behind her.    

She wanted to look, to see who it was, but then she would have to admit this person slept with her.  Slowly, Ziorea stood up.  Her head throbbing from the mix of painkillers, her new stitches, and the many drinks she consumed last night.  

Would it be awkward to lift the blanket over the man to see who he was?   She turned around blinking through her pain, when she saw him shift in his sleep.  Panic hit her, unable to find her dress she grabbed the blanket covering him and ran for the tent’s opening.

Squish!!

Her right foot landed on the condom shared between them.  Some gurgling shriek came from inside of her as she shook it off her foot, hopping outside into the soft sunrise.  At that moment Ziorea felt the cool breeze on her skin.  Yeah, she grabbed the blanket but she forgot to wrap it around her.

Her head hung low and hid in the stolen blanket and ran in search of her tent.  She was pretty sure the tent she ran out of didn’t even belong to the person she slept with.  

There was more than one reason she came down to Uldam.  The World Faire was a great perk.  The bounty hunters and she had been enjoying the food, treats, and the plethora of plushies being sold. 

An order had been put into the group to clean the area of scorpions bound to get too close and leave partygoers making their makers.  Of course, a regular Joe could take care of little ones.  These beasts they hunted here the size of the local camels.  The noise and sounds of the fair seemed to engage the wild creatures.  The increase of attacks by them was hidden from partygoers.

The group shared the wealth between them, however the person who got the kill always received a bonus.    Ziorea was often sent ahead to scout, with her rune she would give them the location, and then the team would show up to deal with the monsters together.  

Now she watched a single giant one skitter along into the sand.  The scorpion searched for shade to avoid the heat coming in with the rising sun.   This one was hers, she would surprise them all. 

“What you did was foolish.”  He scolded her, a cloth dabbed against her forehead cleaning up the cut.

“It was my hunt, I would have had the beast had you and the others not showed up hooping and hollering like bandits drunk of ale.”   Ziorea was never one to snap and often kept her cool.  This time bitterness played havoc on her mood. 

“What I saw was you in its claw and being tossed into the air.  We still cannot figure out why it didn’t stab you with its tail.  You could have been poisoned.  Not ragdolled around.”  Kel reached for the needle to sew up her face.  For some reason, his magic didn’t work on her.  Another question for another time. 

“I was going to tame it okay, I was making friends.  If I could have tamed that beast all the others would have listened.  He is like the king of scorpions.”  Ziorea sighed, a glance given to the rest of the group.  Scerven their leader held up one of the giant claws of the now dead so-called scorpion king.  He had made the killing blow, the extra coins they made from the kill would go to him. 

Kel grabbed her chin so Ziorea had to look at him. “This is going to sting” 

Her eyes narrowed but she gave a nod. “Try not to leave a scar.”

“Look at the snake of a drake curled up around her tent.  Gonna be an issue you know.”  Scervan snarled. 

“Nah I have seen it try to shake her off into the woods or against the cliff a few times. Don’t worry.”  A gruff voice replied from a charcoal-colored worgen. 

The rustle of maps was heard, an elf peeked above them.  “Anyone even listening for the signal from her?” 

“Pretty boy is getting soft on us.”  The leader teased his taller friend. “Nah, he is right.  We can’t lose the gal until the dream.  She is what will lead us there, just gotta get some training under her belt. Just be careful if you bed her, that drake might join in.”

The roar of laughter between the monster hunters almost stirred the drake.  Apep rested on his spot body indeed wrapped around the tent of Ziorea’s.  High on the cliff where the pair stayed, away from their company he should have been unable to hear the taunting below. 

-Hidden in the bush each muscle ached.  She had been tracking the cursed bear for a while now.   Typical bright clothing replaced with skin soft leathers.  Her curves felt more exposed than when she wore her flimsy dresses.   Hair placed in a cap, bright white hair with pink highlights was a for sure giveaway.  It was best to keep it all tucked up. 

Everything had told her to go north.  A true tracker would have followed the broken forage, the scent, scat, and death that led that way.  Her gut told her to sit, stay, and be silent.  

It was her job to find the beast, and then use the rune etched on her wrist to call the hunters.  She was just a trainee.  No killing blows for now.  The rumble that came from behind her, caused Ziorea to turn just an inch.  Out of her the corner of her eye she saw the creature that had been bewitched by some horridous spell caster.   

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