Adain Eira

Adain Eira was one of the latter - a beautiful and very visible mutant. Part human, part snow leopard, and part bat - or dragon, depending on the perspective of the viewer. Anthro snow leopard with wings. Unfortunately for those who hunted her, she was just as dangerous as she was beautiful, if not more. Her grandparents had been very young children when the weapon was used, and none of them changed. They were human. Their children were human. It caused Adain Eira's mother to die of shock when she saw that her firstborn was a winged felinoid. Her father disowned her immediately, and would not even name her. Her paternal grandfather, a caring old man who didn't particularly care for that son anyway took posession of the kitten, and named her. Adain Eira. In Welsh, "winged snow." This kind act would make the old man a target for the rest of his natural life. But this is not his story, this is hers.

After her grandfather died, Adain Eira was left to fend for herself. Being beautiful and furry, she was quite desired by prurient men and hunters alike, which made her tend to be reclusive and very defensive. Easily angered, and with little restraint, she was a terror.

She had a loft in the country, which she'd paid handsomely for after winning an impossible sum in a lottery - something which very shortly became impossible after that - mutants winning the lottery, that is. They'd fluffed up her hair and made her look almost human for the television shots, but there was no denying that she was a millionaire mutant. This gave her plenty of room to stretch her wings without being shot at - often, anyway. When it did happen, she gave them something to think about with sharp claws and fangs descending from the sky. When they hit her, those fangs were the last thing they saw. Needless to say, there were quite a few unmarked graves on that property…

Adain Eira, due to her aggressive nature, had taken quite a liking to the taste of blood, and sought it out. Unfortunatley, blood without murder meant trips into the city. A vicious, nasty, vile place if there ever was one, in the dark alleys where mutants roamed - non-humans not being welcome on the brightly lit city streets, of course. A few well-spent bills got her the addresses of a few scuzzy vampire bars. The bartender at the best of the ones land mutants knew of wanted to find her something better - once they were paid - and soon she had an invite to one of the most exclusive vampire clubs - BloodLust.

The club was well hidden, and only those who were invited could find it. The interior was tastefully decorated in a pseudo-Victorian fashion, and the bartenders were well dressed serpentine men and women. It was there the day found Adain Eira - called Neko-chan by most, as she'd been a regular patron for quite a few years.

"Neko-chan…" hissed one of the barkeeps, a viper with a nasty attitude, "…isss it true there are dragonsss flying around your placcce?"

Adain Eira looked at him, unblinking. "And if it is?" she responded, her claws gleaming on the bartop.

"Jussst curiousss…" he said and moved off.

"Neko-chan. I wish you wouldn't threaten my staff." The proprietor said as he slunk past.

"I wish your staff would keep their noses out of my business." Adain Eira responded with a no-nonsense grin. "Snake boy! Turn on the Television. The match is on."

The serpent hissed to himself about women who liked fighting events. Soon the multi-limbed figure of Nicodemus, a professional wrestler appeared on the screen, and he faced opponent after opponent, killing or maiming many of them. As the last feliniod crumpled into a heap, one of the vampires spoke. "I bet we'll see Nic in here by eight, after a fight like that."

Adain Eira looked at the clock. Seven thirty. She took the bet.

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Two hours later, Nicodemus arrived, and a hundred dollars richer, she bought the eight foot arachnoid a drink. The dragon and rider that had been surveying the countryside had asked that she keep an eye out for people who were obviously more intelligent than they let on - not knowing that her mutation prevented her from dealing with true people. And the man was cute, even though more than a decade older than she was, so she'd agreed. And Nicodemus - the strong silent type - was obviously far more than he appeared to be. When he mentioned that he wanted to travel, she jumped on the opportunity, and mentioned the dragons. It wouldn't be long before he delivered himself into their clutches, if he was as smart as she thought.

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Adain Eira watched from the roof of her rented home as the blue dragon took off with the spider aboard. R'lan had said that they only had a day or two maximum remaining before the portal that allowed them easy access to this world closed - meaning they would not be able to return without tremendous danger to the dragons and their riders.

Adain Eira didn't see the mounted human until it was almost too late… that is, when the crossbow bolt flew over her left wingshoulder. Hissing and cursing, she flattened herself against the roof. She hadn't seen him riding out of the brilliant sunset, and it had almost cost Adain Eira her life. Three more bolts followed, and she nimbly avoided them, prancing on the roof and trying to find the best place to leap at him from. Seeing the scars on his face, she knew it wouldn't be easy, as she'd already taken her aggression out on him before. Snarling, she leapt, flaring her wings open and gliding down to pounce on him. Necessarily, she spooked the horse, and knocked the man from the equine, pinning him to the ground. She hissed in pain as the knife in his hand slashed through her right wingsail, and at the same time, her claws ripped out his throat. She'd intended to cause him so much more pain, but in her own furor, she had no restraint. He was dead, and the horse was long gone.

Out of the sky came a purple dragon - far smaller than Ancith, but a dragon nevertheless.

"Hello?" Adain Eira called to the beast.

"Hello!" The dragon called back - vocally, as opposed to mentally like Ancith. She landed not far away, and Adain Eira left the corpse and walked over to her, drawn like a moth to the flame. "Ancith said the rift was closing, so I came to get you." Trillienth said. "Hop on…"

Adain Eira took another step forward, hissing under her breath at the stinging pain in her wing.

"Oh! You're hurt!" Trillienth declared, slitted eyes opening wide in surprise. "That won't do. We can't teleport you like that!" The purple dragoness moved right up to her and eyed the wound. "I can fix that…" she said, and put one largish paw on the torn sail, which knit back together like magic.

Adain Eira hissed in surprise and jumped back.

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you." Trillienth said. "We've really got to hurry Adain Eira… Please, come…"

The batwinged cat stepped towards the dragon warily. "Where are we going?"

"Ancith said to take you to the Ring of Fire." Trillienth said. "They'll explain everything you need to know once we get there."

Still skeptical, and a bit angry, Adain Eira climbed aboard the dragon, and for the first time in her life, she flew without using her own wings. It was too weird.

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Adain Eira was upset when she arrived at Ring of Fire. Granted it had a nice Ring of Fire, but it wasn't what she was expecting - furthermore, she was expecting to have another day to round up some people she knew and get them off that cursed world - and now she couldn't. Woe to those who would have to bear her temper until something with her name on it hatched.

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Name: Solstath
Gender: Male
Style: Wintry
Breed: Fira/Shadow Furred
Colors: Silver, white, blue
Adult Size: Very Large
Abilities: Ice Magic, Shadow Magic

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