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Tis the "true" form of a Character for a story my friends are writing.
She is a fox demon-dragon hybrid and the incarnation of the Sin "Greed".

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She hissed in frustration and cursed at the stupidity of it all, clawing at the silver band that had attached it’s self to her wrist and refused to let lose. Panic beat in her mind as sharp nails dug deep down into soft flesh, letting the blood drip along her hand and into a growing puddle on the floor. She snarled, biting at the band, the hot liquid filling her mouth, disgusted, she spat it out, glaring at the bright green gem in cased in silver carved to resemble wings.
She slumped against damp rock wall of the cave, with a sigh of defeat, her mutilated arm falling limply to her side, another red puddle already being to pool around it. Not far from her lay the corpse of some massive creature, its form was implacable; the body was rotting away at an astounding rate. Already, there was little more then old bloody flesh surrounding a pile of chard bones.
She was in a daze and her head ached from the loss of blood, the memory of the creature fluttered on the fringe of her clouded mind.
She remembered fighting it, but what was it doing here in the first place?
Protecting something… The bracelet.
Then did she defeat it? …No… she could never have fought off a creature that size as she is.
…The Dragon.
Memory washed over her like a flood; the power, strength that ran though her being, the deadly black claws that could tare through flesh like a knife with butter, the massive wings that could carry the reptilian form into the air and keep it aloft for hours on end with no effort, the deadly flames that would stream from her jaws with a thought. They brought pain as well; the heat stung her eyes and throat, but in away, it was satisfying.
The haze over her minded lengthened, she was dizzy, light-headed. She felt consciousness fading away from her as something screamed at her to stay awake… Just a little longer.

Most people called her Naya, most people did so because they where afraid of what she might do if they didn’t. Her birth name was Astria, but she hated the name; it reminder her too much of her mother.
…Mother… She’s head; killed by the Dragon-Highlord, her own father… The dragons hated mixed breeding, believing in pure blood. The Lord’s daughter had fallen in love with “The King of Thieves” a Fox-demon and they had a child. The lord killed his own daughter the moment he found out about the infant, Naya. He then began a world wide man-hunt for the Fox-demon and hybrid dragon that was his child.
With them came a loyal friend by the name of Exíkuva, the three of them spent most of Naya’s early childhood on the run. It was hard, they could never say in one place to long; they where too well known and so, they spanned the world several times over…

Naya’s head lulled to one side, her body going slightly limp; the wound on her wrist still pumped hot blood onto the ground beside her. She felt oddly cold... numb, almost.

She was always treated differently, not just because she was a demon, but because she was also female. Women where always looked down upon, no matter what species they where. Many of the younger boys would tease and ridicule her, behind her back of course; it was not in ones best interest to get a demon mad.
They spoke of how she was unfit for the passion of guild leader because she was female; they negligent to mention that it was thanks to her that they had at least two meals a day and could sleep soundly at night with out worry of attack.
At first Naya pretended not to hear it, but little escapes the sharp ears of a fox. The mockery finely wore away at her, telling no one, she stole away late in the night to prove them wrong.

She had heard of a powerful wizard that had met an unfortunate end and all he owned was up for the taking for any thief brave, or stupid, enough to go after it. The mansion was not hard to find, on the island of Crete facing directly at Egypt where she resides.
She was disappointed to find the place already ransacked, bookshelves where knocked down throwing there contents over the plush red carpet the walls had been striped of what ever value they might have had, furniture was over turned and destroyed; there seemed to be nothing of value left.
Exploring the house a bit more she found the basement led into a ‘secret’ cavern, and found it, to her utter annoyance, already opened. Despite this she explored on, it was about this moment that the creature that was now a rotting corpse had attack her.
The Dragon could not fit in this room; she remembered thinking and had run circles around the bulking form in the lithe form of a silver fox. A sparkle had then caught her eye and she easily escaped the swiping claws and gnashing teeth to reach it.
The moment she touched it, the band clamped to her wrist; locking her in a human form and throwing her to the side with a force of power. The creature gave an ear splitting howl of rage, falling into a crumbled mass on the ground; dead.

The world around her faded into an inky blackness, she was falling. Around her voices echoed endlessly, whispering, plotting, it was impossible to tell where the voices began as they all spoke at once like a hushed crowed.
There was no wind, nothing to catch in silver wings, nothing to slow her fall or to conform to her mind that she was truly falling. The voices suddenly began to laugh loudly, and she hit the ground. Stunned, she struggled to her feet. The Shadows moved, inched there way toward her, sliding off of every thing, or they where everything. They clung to her body biting with non-existent teeth and drawing silver blood.
With a yelp of pain she kicked them off, taking to the air, although there was still no wind to carry here. The shadows reach out at her in shapes of giant clawed hands from the walls that they where. She dodged them effortlessly striving higher and higher.
Pain shot through her leg as one of the shadow’s hands had grabbed her. With a jolt it sent her tumbling into another wall, unable to stop her self. She hit the blackness with a sickening smack as another clawed hand shot out to catch her, only to send her into another wall. This time she was allowed to fall to the ground, winded, she could not move. The Shadows swarmed over her body biting and tarring at her wings and eyes, drawing the silver blood once more.
The world hazed around her once again, and she was thankful for the end of the nightmare.

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The fire light danced on the trunks and branches of the trees surrounding the small encampment, the night was quite, aside from laughter of a kit and her father. Kava stood beside the fire tending to the meal as the two fox demons romped around.
“Come on Naya,” Her father jeered her on, teasing her with for elegant tails of a silver fox that where always just out of her reach. She was very young, barely above infancy in many standards and already she could morph between a human and fox form; the life on the run that they endured was forcing her to grow fast, although, she still could not speak. “You can do better then that.”
Her head tilted to the side as if questioning what he meant, although she had already tried, and failed, many times that night to get one of those silken tails in her grasp. He chuckled at her antics and smirked as she leaped at him. With practiced easy he slipped away and Naya met with dust and a hard ground rather then soft fur.
She “ulled” clamping her paws over her face; fretting an injured nose, and leapt at her father when he came to close. “Oh no, the monsters got me!” He laughed as Naya playfully bit his ear as they rolled around in the dust pawing and play biting at one another. “Kuva, Help me!”
The Vampire smiled at the foxes shaking his head. “That’s enough you two, Dinners ready…”

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They where running.
This wasn’t new; they always ran, darting through forces and across fields like they where the wind itself, but there was tension between Kuva and her father, and it was starting to scare her. Slung over her fathers back, even with the wind whistling in her ears she could hear voices behind them.
Someone had finally found them.
She wanted to close her eyes, to fall asleep and forget the fear, but her father’s movement was jarring, keeping her from relaxing. It seemed like they had been moving for hours when he finally stopped, suddenly, and Kuva followed suite, “My Friend,” He whispered sliding Naya off her back and into his arms. “I have one last favor to ask of you…”
Naya opened her mouth to say something, be he hushed her immediately. “No Naya, you have to understand. I might not come back…” He hugged her tight, seeing the tears well up in her eyes. “Don’t cry, my love, remember; you are my daughter, and you must be strong.”
He turned to the vampire, handing Naya over to him. “Farewell my friend,” Kuva said sadly. “May we meet again, under better circumstances?”
Her father smirked. “We will, take care of her Kuva, my brother.” His form morphed and shrunk into the four tailed fox, darting into the underbrush toward the group that had been tailing them.
With out looking behind, Kuva slid Naya onto his back and ran. Naya’s tears did not fall, she promised herself never to cry.
They would never spoke of this night.

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The group of people filled wordlessly into the dusty abandoned fort that was the thief’s hideout. A sense of failure and gloom resonated around them flowing through the lair and seeping into every crack; everyone became quite and melancholy. She scanned the crowed, looking for any sign of the deep red hair, but he was not there.
He wasn’t going to come back.
She could tell by the way the group avoided her gaze; they didn’t want to be the ones to break it to her. Her thought tightened up on her, and her mouth when dry; she felt like she had gone numb, as much as she wanted to scream and cry she couldn’t.
One of the men finally got the courage to sit next to her, but said nothing. They where surrounded by unbroken silence for a long time before she was finally able to find her voice.
“How?” She whispered, shattering the stillness that plagued them all.
“…Hunters.” She was suddenly over come by hatred, jumping down from the stone steps and walking out into the desert sun. All she could think about was that Kuva was gone.
And revenge.

She found the Hunters just before complete darkness had set in. It was a rather large group; witch was the only reason, beside the fact that Kuva must have been trying to protect the other members of the party, that he had been killed.
The Slayers where laughing and drinking in celebration; boosting about the ease it was to kill such a feared Vampire. They dragged his name through the mud, and her blood began to boil until she could take it no longer.
She leapt into the group, her body shifting; growing large. In an instant she was a pure white dragon with deadly black claws and ivory teeth. The men screamed in anguish as dragon flames reduced their bodies to blackened masses. One of them tried to take her down with bullets, she snapped him up in her jaws fast as a snake to bite, spilling blood down her muzzle. Bones crunched under massive paws until no man was left alive.
Her anger had subsided, the death she had wreaked had no effect on her and she walked away. She had thought revenge would ease the emptiness inside her, and it did, for a short time, but it had faded leavening nothing behind.
Naya wandered for hours some how finding her self at Lake Nasser, not caring how she got there she waded into the icy water, washing off the now dried blood.

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It was hot.
Much to hot for an island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, Naya’s eyes opened as she heard the creak of an opening door. A tall darkly tanned woman walked in, caring a large pot of water. Her head was loosely wrapped in a heavy shawl to keep off the sun.
“You’re lucky,” The women said speaking in fast-paced Arabic, placing the pot next to her bed and busied her self around the room. “If that man hadn’t found you be dead of heat stroke by now, if you didn’t bleed to death first.”
“A Man?” She murmured trying to sit up. The women pushed her back down with a stern look and began unwinding the wrappings round Naya’s wrist.
“Yes, a very hansom one at that, he didn’t seem that old, although he had the prettiest silver hair I had ever seen- Oh, this is odd…” The woman was staring down at Naya’s wrist with a puzzled look on her face. “I’m sure this wasn’t here when I banged you up…”
Naya glanced down at her wrist where a black tattoo in the shape of a dragon clutching protectively around a large jewel slipped effortlessly under the bracelet and scars as if it had always been there.
She realized then, the truth as if the symbol had spoken directly too her. She had not risked her life to prove her worth, pride- although it was something that always influenced her actions- was not what drover her. The wondrous treasures that a deceased wizard was too much of a temptation to resist; there was only one thing that would drive her to such lengths.

Greed, after all, it what she is.

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A refrance was used for this picture, but I do not know to who it belongs to.
Astria Natallia "Naya" Deaka is the fictional property of "Dragon-Master-Naya"

Description
Tis the "true" form of a Character for a story my friends are writing.
She is a fox demon-dragon hybrid and the incarnation of the Sin "Greed".

----

She hissed in frustration and cursed at the stupidity of it all, clawing at the silver band that had attached it’s self to her wrist and refused to let lose. Panic beat in her mind as sharp nails dug deep down into soft flesh, letting the blood drip along her hand and into a growing puddle on the floor. She snarled, biting at the band, the hot liquid filling her mouth, disgusted, she spat it out, glaring at the bright green gem in cased in silver carved to resemble wings.
She slumped against damp rock wall of the cave, with a sigh of defeat, her mutilated arm falling limply to her side, another red puddle already being to pool around it. Not far from her lay the corpse of some massive creature, its form was implacable; the body was rotting away at an astounding rate. Already, there was little more then old bloody flesh surrounding a pile of chard bones.
She was in a daze and her head ached from the loss of blood, the memory of the creature fluttered on the fringe of her clouded mind.
She remembered fighting it, but what was it doing here in the first place?
Protecting something… The bracelet.
Then did she defeat it? …No… she could never have fought off a creature that size as she is.
…The Dragon.
Memory washed over her like a flood; the power, strength that ran though her being, the deadly black claws that could tare through flesh like a knife with butter, the massive wings that could carry the reptilian form into the air and keep it aloft for hours on end with no effort, the deadly flames that would stream from her jaws with a thought. They brought pain as well; the heat stung her eyes and throat, but in away, it was satisfying.
The haze over her minded lengthened, she was dizzy, light-headed. She felt consciousness fading away from her as something screamed at her to stay awake… Just a little longer.

Most people called her Naya, most people did so because they where afraid of what she might do if they didn’t. Her birth name was Astria, but she hated the name; it reminder her too much of her mother.
…Mother… She’s head; killed by the Dragon-Highlord, her own father… The dragons hated mixed breeding, believing in pure blood. The Lord’s daughter had fallen in love with “The King of Thieves” a Fox-demon and they had a child. The lord killed his own daughter the moment he found out about the infant, Naya. He then began a world wide man-hunt for the Fox-demon and hybrid dragon that was his child.
With them came a loyal friend by the name of Exíkuva, the three of them spent most of Naya’s early childhood on the run. It was hard, they could never say in one place to long; they where too well known and so, they spanned the world several times over…

Naya’s head lulled to one side, her body going slightly limp; the wound on her wrist still pumped hot blood onto the ground beside her. She felt oddly cold... numb, almost.

She was always treated differently, not just because she was a demon, but because she was also female. Women where always looked down upon, no matter what species they where. Many of the younger boys would tease and ridicule her, behind her back of course; it was not in ones best interest to get a demon mad.
They spoke of how she was unfit for the passion of guild leader because she was female; they negligent to mention that it was thanks to her that they had at least two meals a day and could sleep soundly at night with out worry of attack.
At first Naya pretended not to hear it, but little escapes the sharp ears of a fox. The mockery finely wore away at her, telling no one, she stole away late in the night to prove them wrong.

She had heard of a powerful wizard that had met an unfortunate end and all he owned was up for the taking for any thief brave, or stupid, enough to go after it. The mansion was not hard to find, on the island of Crete facing directly at Egypt where she resides.
She was disappointed to find the place already ransacked, bookshelves where knocked down throwing there contents over the plush red carpet the walls had been striped of what ever value they might have had, furniture was over turned and destroyed; there seemed to be nothing of value left.
Exploring the house a bit more she found the basement led into a ‘secret’ cavern, and found it, to her utter annoyance, already opened. Despite this she explored on, it was about this moment that the creature that was now a rotting corpse had attack her.
The Dragon could not fit in this room; she remembered thinking and had run circles around the bulking form in the lithe form of a silver fox. A sparkle had then caught her eye and she easily escaped the swiping claws and gnashing teeth to reach it.
The moment she touched it, the band clamped to her wrist; locking her in a human form and throwing her to the side with a force of power. The creature gave an ear splitting howl of rage, falling into a crumbled mass on the ground; dead.

The world around her faded into an inky blackness, she was falling. Around her voices echoed endlessly, whispering, plotting, it was impossible to tell where the voices began as they all spoke at once like a hushed crowed.
There was no wind, nothing to catch in silver wings, nothing to slow her fall or to conform to her mind that she was truly falling. The voices suddenly began to laugh loudly, and she hit the ground. Stunned, she struggled to her feet. The Shadows moved, inched there way toward her, sliding off of every thing, or they where everything. They clung to her body biting with non-existent teeth and drawing silver blood.
With a yelp of pain she kicked them off, taking to the air, although there was still no wind to carry here. The shadows reach out at her in shapes of giant clawed hands from the walls that they where. She dodged them effortlessly striving higher and higher.
Pain shot through her leg as one of the shadow’s hands had grabbed her. With a jolt it sent her tumbling into another wall, unable to stop her self. She hit the blackness with a sickening smack as another clawed hand shot out to catch her, only to send her into another wall. This time she was allowed to fall to the ground, winded, she could not move. The Shadows swarmed over her body biting and tarring at her wings and eyes, drawing the silver blood once more.
The world hazed around her once again, and she was thankful for the end of the nightmare.

---

The fire light danced on the trunks and branches of the trees surrounding the small encampment, the night was quite, aside from laughter of a kit and her father. Kava stood beside the fire tending to the meal as the two fox demons romped around.
“Come on Naya,” Her father jeered her on, teasing her with for elegant tails of a silver fox that where always just out of her reach. She was very young, barely above infancy in many standards and already she could morph between a human and fox form; the life on the run that they endured was forcing her to grow fast, although, she still could not speak. “You can do better then that.”
Her head tilted to the side as if questioning what he meant, although she had already tried, and failed, many times that night to get one of those silken tails in her grasp. He chuckled at her antics and smirked as she leaped at him. With practiced easy he slipped away and Naya met with dust and a hard ground rather then soft fur.
She “ulled” clamping her paws over her face; fretting an injured nose, and leapt at her father when he came to close. “Oh no, the monsters got me!” He laughed as Naya playfully bit his ear as they rolled around in the dust pawing and play biting at one another. “Kuva, Help me!”
The Vampire smiled at the foxes shaking his head. “That’s enough you two, Dinners ready…”

---

They where running.
This wasn’t new; they always ran, darting through forces and across fields like they where the wind itself, but there was tension between Kuva and her father, and it was starting to scare her. Slung over her fathers back, even with the wind whistling in her ears she could hear voices behind them.
Someone had finally found them.
She wanted to close her eyes, to fall asleep and forget the fear, but her father’s movement was jarring, keeping her from relaxing. It seemed like they had been moving for hours when he finally stopped, suddenly, and Kuva followed suite, “My Friend,” He whispered sliding Naya off her back and into his arms. “I have one last favor to ask of you…”
Naya opened her mouth to say something, be he hushed her immediately. “No Naya, you have to understand. I might not come back…” He hugged her tight, seeing the tears well up in her eyes. “Don’t cry, my love, remember; you are my daughter, and you must be strong.”
He turned to the vampire, handing Naya over to him. “Farewell my friend,” Kuva said sadly. “May we meet again, under better circumstances?”
Her father smirked. “We will, take care of her Kuva, my brother.” His form morphed and shrunk into the four tailed fox, darting into the underbrush toward the group that had been tailing them.
With out looking behind, Kuva slid Naya onto his back and ran. Naya’s tears did not fall, she promised herself never to cry.
They would never spoke of this night.

---

The group of people filled wordlessly into the dusty abandoned fort that was the thief’s hideout. A sense of failure and gloom resonated around them flowing through the lair and seeping into every crack; everyone became quite and melancholy. She scanned the crowed, looking for any sign of the deep red hair, but he was not there.
He wasn’t going to come back.
She could tell by the way the group avoided her gaze; they didn’t want to be the ones to break it to her. Her thought tightened up on her, and her mouth when dry; she felt like she had gone numb, as much as she wanted to scream and cry she couldn’t.
One of the men finally got the courage to sit next to her, but said nothing. They where surrounded by unbroken silence for a long time before she was finally able to find her voice.
“How?” She whispered, shattering the stillness that plagued them all.
“…Hunters.” She was suddenly over come by hatred, jumping down from the stone steps and walking out into the desert sun. All she could think about was that Kuva was gone.
And revenge.

She found the Hunters just before complete darkness had set in. It was a rather large group; witch was the only reason, beside the fact that Kuva must have been trying to protect the other members of the party, that he had been killed.
The Slayers where laughing and drinking in celebration; boosting about the ease it was to kill such a feared Vampire. They dragged his name through the mud, and her blood began to boil until she could take it no longer.
She leapt into the group, her body shifting; growing large. In an instant she was a pure white dragon with deadly black claws and ivory teeth. The men screamed in anguish as dragon flames reduced their bodies to blackened masses. One of them tried to take her down with bullets, she snapped him up in her jaws fast as a snake to bite, spilling blood down her muzzle. Bones crunched under massive paws until no man was left alive.
Her anger had subsided, the death she had wreaked had no effect on her and she walked away. She had thought revenge would ease the emptiness inside her, and it did, for a short time, but it had faded leavening nothing behind.
Naya wandered for hours some how finding her self at Lake Nasser, not caring how she got there she waded into the icy water, washing off the now dried blood.

---

It was hot.
Much to hot for an island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, Naya’s eyes opened as she heard the creak of an opening door. A tall darkly tanned woman walked in, caring a large pot of water. Her head was loosely wrapped in a heavy shawl to keep off the sun.
“You’re lucky,” The women said speaking in fast-paced Arabic, placing the pot next to her bed and busied her self around the room. “If that man hadn’t found you be dead of heat stroke by now, if you didn’t bleed to death first.”
“A Man?” She murmured trying to sit up. The women pushed her back down with a stern look and began unwinding the wrappings round Naya’s wrist.
“Yes, a very hansom one at that, he didn’t seem that old, although he had the prettiest silver hair I had ever seen- Oh, this is odd…” The woman was staring down at Naya’s wrist with a puzzled look on her face. “I’m sure this wasn’t here when I banged you up…”
Naya glanced down at her wrist where a black tattoo in the shape of a dragon clutching protectively around a large jewel slipped effortlessly under the bracelet and scars as if it had always been there.
She realized then, the truth as if the symbol had spoken directly too her. She had not risked her life to prove her worth, pride- although it was something that always influenced her actions- was not what drover her. The wondrous treasures that a deceased wizard was too much of a temptation to resist; there was only one thing that would drive her to such lengths.

Greed, after all, it what she is.

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A refrance was used for this picture, but I do not know to who it belongs to.
Astria Natallia "Naya" Deaka is the fictional property of "Dragon-Master-Naya"