[color=skyblue][h1]ALATOR[/h1][/color][hr]Alator stuck her staff into the sand, taking a moment to adjust her bearskin cloak as she watched the small bird in flight and looked over the dunes in the light of the moon. So quiet. So serene. But so cold. 'Such a variation in temperature during day and night,' Alator mused to herself, picking up the staff once again; her very own walking stick and self defense implement, its construction made up of wood as most staves are, and iron to add to its durability. The top was adorned with an ornamental design, intended to hold a gem. The top was styled to look similar to a cage, flat bands of iron arranged in a cylinder to encase the smoke white, translucent gem within.

Alator stopped admiring her staff for a moment and looked back up at the bird that was tumbling in the wind. She couldn't help but smile as she saw the poor thing drop in altitude only to flap its way back up again and again. A slight cruel, but there was a lesson to be learned, and that was the essence of the matter. She laughed all the same at his frantic flapping and irate, irritated tweeting.

[color=skyblue]"Come now, dear. Even when birds are young they learn to either fly or fall. Up, up! Mmhmhmhehehe."[/color] She uttered that same pleased giggle as the bird tumbled in midair and fell.

[color=skyblue]"Ohhhh, no..."[/color] She looked down at the bird, blank eyes following the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Her smile was small and tired as she opened her book and began to flip the pages. The spell she was looking for was a bit more advanced, but it would do the trick. With a slam of her staff in the sand and the clap of her book shutting, a wave of force emitted from her feet and made a small indentation in the sand, like a crater. The air lit up and wavered for a moment before her eyes shone with white light. There was a sound of a loud popping and then the whole spectacle was over. Dispel Magic. A useful spell, but not the easiest. In the place of the bird sat a sweating, naked male. The same Warlock from earlier, minus his robes and weapons. She picked up her staff, gripped her book and in one quick movement, smacked the poor fool in his jaw. A tooth fell to the sand as she secured it back in its strap on her belt.

[color=skyblue]"Run home, little man. Pray you do not find yourself in my presence before morning. We reptiles get quite..."[/color] She leaned in as he covered his indecency, letting the light of the moon shine off of her fangs and eyes, [color=skyblue]"Ravenous. Yes, quite hungry during the dark times."[/color] She giggled once more as he stared on in confusion. She could only roll her eyes, though you wouldn't notice, and huff as her coy threat went over his head. He seemed to understand perfectly when she hissed at him and shook her tail, taking to his feet and running in the direction they came from.

She sighed as she looked around over dune and through dusk. That spell would have made a fair amount of noise and even more light. Someone might have seen it.