Figure out a [i]person[/i]? You presume? She is no more a person than the Hero of Ages is. To imagine yourself the same manner of thing as the Dark Dragon or Hero of Ages, separated only by age and power, is almost as egotistical as to imagine yourself [i]entertaining[/i]. She is not, and you are not. Nor, while we are discussing your delusions, is she wrathful. 

Nor is she wicked. 
Nor is she cruel. 
Nor is she kind. 
Nor is she in love.
Nor is she scheming.
Nor is she hateful.
Nor is she hopeful.
Nor is she loyal.
Nor is she brave.
Nor is she proud.
Nor is she beautiful.
Nor is she strong.
Nor is she deep.
Nor is she vengeful.
Nor is she tame.
Nor is she joyful.
Nor is she patient.
Nor is she reasonable.
Nor is she sane.
Nor is she aware.
Nor is she prepared.
Nor is she tender.
Nor is she wild.
Nor is she transforming.
Nor is she blind.
Nor is she -

Can you feel yourself, stretched around her like light warped around the presence of a black hole? She is not. All these feelings and emotions and quirks of human empathy you project on her vanish into the supermassive depths of blackness and give you nothing in return. You do not receive your answers. You do not receive a question in exchange. You do not interact with Sayanastia the Dark Dragon. She is the end and the death, ruination and revelation. Nor this. Nor that. Nor this. Nor that. You are not correct to approach her. You are not correct to be in her shadow. You are not correct to live in this world. She is as weary of it as she is of you. She is

She is tired.
She [b]is[/b].

A mistake. A contradiction at the heart of negation. She is tired. It is lodged within her unbeing like a seed. She once split the sun and revealed the ten thousand colours, but when Heron slew her then it split her just as surely. Night, fatigue, despair, malaise, ennui, depression, ten thousand ways to crave rest without being able to attain it. And along with everything else...

She is tired of failure.
She is tired of weakness.
She is tired of defeat.
She is tired of solitude.
She is tired of herself.

This is the ache that has grown within her most recent incarnation; the weariness at being as she is. It only took a request for her to become a storm of curses. Now she seeks to avoid losing at curses. To draw her eye is but a matter of harbouring a curse within your own heart that she will draw out of you and break you upon.

And what is that curse, little deer? What are the words the Dark Dragon sings as she draws it forth from inside you?