User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20170502014500

Deep in the heart of dusky Lunalight...

A deep rush of red, leathery wings and a thud of heavy footfalls on grass are the only sounds the Wyvern makes as she lands a short distance from the mansion. She shakes herself slightly as folds her wings back behind her arms, her raptorlike legs bent slightly. She says nothing, but makes a face of distaste as she briefly preens her hair and almost catlike ears.

A pair of Zombies, walking home for the evening, look up and see her. She is the very embodiment of fire. Deep copper scales glitter even in this low light. Wild red hair, tipped with black and laced with a few bits of simple jewelry, frames her face and cascades down her shoulders and over her ample breasts like frozen fire. Angular runic tribal markings cross her olive skin like scars, her muscles chiseled from a life in the wild. Her face is darkened by markings of her calling, her golden eyes sharp in the band of ashen black that all but covers the upper half of her face. 

The Zombies take one look, and hurry off.

She looks around, and sets her eyes on the mansion in front of her. She mumbles to herself.

"...A damp place, this. Not as I expected..."

She steps forward and raises a scaled hand, knocking the front door with its decorative iron ring.