The young huntress flexed her hands, fingers curling around and compressing the trigger point of her new staff/spear. Not a moment later both ends of it glowed and green energy lept out, forming into two curved blades on each end.

Tia'Ja slid her left hand down to the other hand guard and experimentally swiped at the air, testing the weapon. There was no change in it's balance with the energy blades out. The huntress took several steps forwards, spinning her staff around and bringing it down with enough force that the still active blades cut into the earth as easily as the teeth of great dragons tore though flesh.

Tia'Ja pressed the semi-hidden switch from before and the energy blades dissipated. She tilted her head and looked down at the device on her the back of her left hand, half intergraded with the guardlet on the same arm. She triggered the compression switch in her palm and watched as a shield formed with the same type of green energy as the staff had.

Ragain technology...at first it didn't look like that were /this/ advanced. None of her people, even she hadn't known they could make weapons and the like on this scale.

Everything Tia'Ja now had, the new armor, the energy shied and staff, it had been slapped together with in the last day. A recorded time from what she gathered, but there was a cost. The armor wasn't as strong as it could be. It was made from the scales of one of the dragon from Ragains that had died a few days ago. It didn't quite look it but if you examine the armor carefully one could see the faint growth ridges that hadn’t been smoothed out.

Tia'Ja felt her stomach clench slightly as the memory of seeing the dead dragon....and what was going on.

For all the advances of the Ragains, they were also predators, or, as Tai'Ja suspected, they were the super-predators back on their home worlds. So even now, and this included the bipedal and humanoid Regains as well, they didn't hesitate to cannibalize their dead after giving the utmost respects.

As revolting as it was to some, it also made sense. The warriors needed food since the queens couldn't lead hunting flights at the moment and nothing of the dead dragon had got to wait. The flesh was used to feed the colony, the scales converted to armor for almost everyone and even the bones would be used to make more armor and weapon shells.

The huntress shook her head and deactivated the shield. Tia'Ja blinked back at table that had the last part of her new armor.

A battle mask... Rhythm had remembered that hers had been broken.

A smile formed on Tia'ja's lips as she picked up the mask. It looked like a basic design she'd seen many of the Ragains with battle masks like this. It didn't cover the whole face and some of the head like her people's masks did. This one only covered the lower face and the nose, leaving the rest exposed so none of one's line of sight was blocked...it was also like that since many of the Ragain's had multiple horns on their heads. Heck, Tia'Ja had seen the way Rhythm's own horns would prevent a Yautja style mask from coming close to fitting, and the black and green Ragain wasn't even fully grown.

Tia'Ja sighed and tried the mask on, who ever had crafted it had gotten remarkable close to her face type, it wasn't a /perfect/ fit, but nearly one.

The young huntress took her mask back off as she walked out of the inner cavern and made her way to the main hub of the colony: the heart of the volcano.

Tia'Ja heard the bellows of one of the gravid queens before she emerged into the mostly hallowed out center of the colony's volcano home. She could see the carefully constructed hatching grounds where a clutch of a Jr. queen was as well as the bloated looking senor queen, the ruler of this colony, she was close to laying her large cluch...and /starving./ Thus why she was so grumpy about almost everything and bellowing at both bronze warriors and her breading males.

A deep rumble from above made Tia'Ja look up into the large golden eye. The blue warrior dragon blinked both sets of lids at her before lowering it's head and rumbled something she couldn't understand, but she took it as getting a complement. She reached up and petted the dragon's massive head, scanning for Rhythm’s black form in those below.

Tai'Ja hoped she was doing the right thing by helping the Ragain colony defend itself against their Kneikeea enemy. She also hopped that her people would find her...









X,x Duuuuuuuude! It took me almost ~SEVEN HOURS~ to do the piture alone! So ~PLEASE~ leave a comment if you fav this!!

I know when you people fav things, every one doase, it's just seems so rude not to leave a comment/review if you like someting. Artests and writers both like to KNOW what you like! So we can keep it up!

And no, comen'ts like "OMG! I like!!1!" doesn't count. Yes we know you like it but not WHY....

Okay, now this is for Dahdtoudi's new art contest. The first of three pictures/and story things I'm plotting.

That aside I'm very proud of how this turned out, even if it took almost all of my shift to do if at work [you would not beleave hos slow it was...]

Tia'Ja is Dahdtoudi: [link]

Recon in dragon or hybrid form is mine as is the Rage worlds/Ragain consepts. As well as the Ragain scale armor, but Tia'Ja is more then welcome to keep it for now.

P.S. FUL VIEW FOR BEST....well, view O_o