Dena had heard about the Deserts of Terra. It was much less harsh than the IGNIS barren lands, but it carried its own potent hazards. The barren lands were hot, too hot to survive long stays, but the desert of TERRA… it was devoid of life. It was almost like there was no sky, with the sun scorching the day and the moon freezing the night. It was pure earth; FJELL’s absolute territory. While they were traveling, their guide, Hondo, had told Dena of their purpose: to find an item or artifact for the paladin, Jural, and keep an eye out for other, more expensive treasure. When she first heard their purpose, Dena tried to contain her laughter. She had thought them all mercenaries, or a traveling band of misfits. But treasure hunters? Dena was quite glad, and amused, that she was taken into such an interesting group’s care. But…
The moment Dena set eyes on the desert, without cart or road or city in sight, she felt that their goal was surely possible. The desert glistened like a sea of jewels under the shimmering sun, a vast wealth of treasure hidden just beneath the surface of the golden waves. And even now, under the twinkling starlight, small glimmers of treasures forgotten would touch the surface of the frozen sea.
The agitation and stress of the day were soon forgotten in the cave they settled in. Dena stayed just inside the mouth of the cavern so that she may watch the glittering sands. How calming it was, the cool and crisp air sharply kissing her red hands and the soft light bouncing among the dunes. It was peaceful and calming. Perhaps it was because she was a demon that she did not worry about the beasts that traversed the night, or how –without this cave and fire- the bitter cold would soon be gnashing at their bodies.
Grey approached Dena and thanked her for earlier in the day, probably implying her removing the White-Rise Reaver’s poison. She slid her hands back into their sleeves and spoke quietly, though she did not hide her naturally demonic voice from Grey, “Don’t worry about it. After all, you brought me along in case things like that happen, right?” Dena knew quite a few spells and tricks against poisons and venoms, what with such blights being rather abundant in IGNIS. But, perhaps, Dena was just lucky that the Reaver’s poison wasn’t much different to other similar species in IGNIS.
Dena was rather conflicted. She wanted to talk, but didn’t want to. She liked to converse with people but was afraid of letting slip her identity. In actuality, like the demon she was, she was a rather outgoing and “honest” (or more correctly blunt) individual but she constantly hid under layers of black cloths, the church of BRANN, and her own species. And with Jural, a paladin, traveling with them, Dena wondered if she would ever be allowed to lose the heavy black cloaks that held her secrets.
Secrets are one thing. Staying alive is another.
Dena recoiled when the large, metallic object flew over her head and collided with Jural. A quick struggle ensued and Jural was able to force the object, what looked like a wolf, off of him. However, it was soon revealed that the large beast was a large, metal werewolf. Chaikin quickly leaped upon it, but Dena was unable to see what happened as she quickly escaped outside the mouth of the cave and hid behind the walls of the mouth outside. Mostly to stay out of battle to stay hidden, but part of it was so that she could trap the beast inside. A faint smoke trail started slithering out from her sleeves as she steeled herself for combat.