Time of place: Centuries ago, around the 1700s in the winter
The threats that their dragon kind had come across was something that made the Guardian worried for her people to say the least. Their existence was rare and that had caused hunters to have an eye on them. A rare prize that they could show off. That intention among others reasons was a threat to their existence and that was the one they were currently facing.
Ever since Lysandra had found Nimue and Arryn, the sense of protection she had only grew once they had found more and more dragons like them. The Earth dragon would do just about anything to protect her people and that meant tearing down anyone who dared to threaten the safety. One of her worst fears had came true as one of the new dragons that they had taken in was kidnapped by a notorious hunter.
Unfortunately for them, this hunter had covered their tracks very well and that only fueled the fear Lys had which then fueled the rage that she felt as thoughts flooded her mind of the worst. If it weren’t for her fellow Guardian, she knew she’d be in worse shape but since she knew Nimue had shared the same sense of protection for their dragons, she was assured that they would either find the lost party or make the guilty one pay for their actions. However, it was safe to say that this happening weighed heavily on her mind. Lysandra had worked alongside Nimue and their right hand, Arryn, for the past month to find any trace or sign of where to look until they had finally gotten somewhere.
A forest somewhere located in Bulgaria that has been rumored to hold a coven of hunters who specializes in hunting supernatural beings and that’s where it led them to. The guardian had pulled the hood of the cloak that rested on her shoulders further down as she ventured into the snowy forest with her fellow Guardian. Telling Arryn to stay behind, only because the others needed someone to keep them safe and protected as the mission was to retrieve the one that is lost. Lys listened with careful ears as they walked, making sure to see if anyone else was in the forest with them or worse on their tail. She kept her hand resting on the hilt of her blade that she had holstered on her hip. She carried it just in case she needed it and the cloak she always wore helped conceal the weapon.
The only sound she could hear was the snow the crunched under each step taken and the soft sound of their breathing until another presence was known. Upon hearing that noise, she glanced at Nimue as she stopped walking. “We’re not alone,” the look had convey as she knew that they could read each other well enough at this point. Taking a deep breath to concentrate, Lys pulled down her hood before waiting to draw her blade out. “Reveal yourself and I promise you won’t get hurt,” Lys’ voice was stern and authoritative as she spoke. She wanted to draw out whoever was lurking because quite frankly at this point, she had no time for distractions. While the Earth dragon had a friendly demeanor for most of the time, dealing with the social aspects whenever they had to come to a new place, there were instances where the friendliness would fall away and this was the time. She had no interest in wasting time so deciding to draw her blade out, she waited for whoever to reveal themselves to see what they would want and ready to deal with whoever may come out. Should it be a hunter looking for game, if not her, she knew that Nimue would quickly deal with them promptly.