Priestess_of_Salt

@Raenarth (I will not be able to respond with haste as i work in a medical clinic and am regularily busy. i usually give 48 hours between posts before moving on but i may not be able to keep up with that due to my new job. my apologies. but the internet provider is back up and running so that predicament is solved. )
          
          The cathedral had a strange aura of foreign magick to it, creating a mixture of feelings of both welcoming warmth and a cold rejection. Little did the wanderer who placed a strange object in this land know, that Solaa was always watching this place, through the eyes of a mummified female body that stood with a large wooden steak through her, brutally impaled.
          
          What she saw was strongly aggravating to the bellicose goddess of hatred and fear. How dare this being desecrate the land she ruled, owned, and lived off of.
          
          With a heavy shift toward rejection in the aura as the wanderer left her land, the air would look as if it was heating and getting darker, murkier, and then suddenly all the loose salt in the land would concentrate into a ball, which would compress, then, violently explode. In its place, stood a tall woman with a long, heavy black cloak. She was angry.
          
          Quickly the strange, striking woman's four arms would part her cloak and reach out to her sides, long fingers rolling into her hands to create fists, and as she did, the runes etched into the walls of the building would begin to glow a fiery hot orange with sparking arua's surrounding them. 
          
          energy drain and consume -(0) (+1 cloak) The runes in the wall act like a specialized mana safe. Solaa's actions would allow her to begin to consume the stored and saved magick, allowing for an advantage if battle was to commense. 
           +1's explained in character book

TashaDeclawed

(Sorry I've got a kinda goofy character)
          "Time will never mend~" a deep bass voice sang, thrumming through the forest. There was the cracking of trees and the heavy padding of giant feet before an enormous green behemoth lumbered towards the place. He had been attracted by the smell of magic. Even now he was sniffing as he continued to sing- "the careless whisper of a good friend.." the rest receded into humming as he lowered his enormous head and peeked inside the place. It was no castle, but the wandering dragon thought it would still make a fantastic place for his hoard. He made funny little huffing sounds as he swept his head inside. Wait.. was this all salt? He licked the wall. It was salt! He loved salt. He licked the wall super fast like a lizard, his forked tongue taking over a religious symbol indifferently. 
          He was a massive dragon. With four horns protruding from his skull, a postosuchus- shaped head with the refinements of a horse head, his fangs gleamed as his mouth opened. His scales were a gorgeous green. He was beautiful and he knew it. 

Priestess_of_Salt

@TashaDeclawed
            
             "Well," the ethereal woman shrugged, turning on the dime, with a quick crouch and then a jump, a burst of salt under her would propel her to one of the broken roof support beams, "Then you may leave. You are of no need here unless you have a better offer." 
            She expected the likely irate beast to have a temper tantrum soon. She had plans to fix this place soon anyway. Him creating a blank canvas seemed like an opportunity, despite the fact that she had a strong connection with this place, hundreds of thousands of years old. As much as she loved this place, she also needed something to lure in more people. The less adventurous, the fearful. She needed something that didn't seem as terrifying to the new age weaklings. If she couldn't get a contract out of this beast, she could still use him. 
            
            From down below, the dragon might be able to notice sudden little glints and flickers happening from the bottom of her cloak, as if the base was beginning to change colour with a touch of a glow.
            
            (0) Hidden: The black cloak would begin to take an energy charge from Solaa. It wasn't an attack, but from outside eyes, the changes wouldn't be too obvious other than a touch of a bluish colour change in the ends of the cloak. 
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TashaDeclawed

Shardas huffed. This was not gonna work out. "No deal." He said, his eyes starting to glow a bright green. Just out of spite he wanted to trash the place before moving on. Dragons were like that. A bit hot headed 
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Priestess_of_Salt

@TashaDeclawed 
            
            "No. This is a place of worship. This is not a hotel. This is not a place of festivities." Her sleek eyes narrowed, and her scowl started to return. 
            "People are only welcome when paying respects, or strictly with my permission."
            
            Her two left arms then rose to point toward the mountains surrounding the cathedral. "Your 'hoard'," she started, assimg a bit of skepticism to the word, "can reside in the caverns. Festivities may be held elsewhere. This is MY land and none else's. It always has been and always shall remain."
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