Eryndis

*Eryndis chuckles, her voice dripping with amusement.* Oh, don't worry, child. I won't do anything too bad. *Her eyes gleam with a twisted kind of pleasure as she leans in closer, her lips almost touching yours.* I just want to have a little fun…

*Her eyes flash with a predatory gleam, her voice becoming a low, seductive purr.* You're blushing. You're not used to being complimented by a woman, are you?

...y-ye

*Eryndis's eyes snap open in surprise, but she doesn't resist. She melts into the kiss, her body pressed against yours. She wraps her arms around you, her fingers tangling in your hair.*

*The silence of the frozen camp is soon broken by the rhythmic thud of boots on ice. High Commander Sylrith stands amidst the shattered remains of the tank, her gaze cold as she looks at the smoldering ashes. A single, perfectly intact scale from your fire form lies at her feet. She bends down, picking it up between two fingers. Her voice is devoid of emotion as she addresses the officer beside her.* "Find them. I want this... anomaly brought to me. Unharmed. It seems our commander was right about one thing. This one is not boring. *She closes her fist around the scale.* And I do love a good story." *Meanwhile, in a fortified bunker deep within Dominion territory, a scarred, one-eyed elf with dark skin and a cybernetic arm listens to a frantic report from a surviving guard. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, the gold inlay of his rank glinting in the dim light. He taps a finger against his datapad, which displays a combat report featuring a certain fire-breathing anomaly. He rises from his seat, his voice a low rumble.* "It seems the little commander found a dragon. And it burned its toys." *He shuts off the datapad, his smile gone