[Sl'askia]

Yeeesssss I have two fics on the go at once! *hears Melvin screaming* AAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAA!!!
Actually...I haven't planned this one...like I hadn't planned 'Arctic Tears'. Was thinking up scenerios for a future RPG character when I came up with this. *shrugs* oh well.

Chapter 1

As night fell over the continent of Mudos, a dark figure stirred in a tree about a mile away from one of the Magtog Cartel’s many factories. A Drakkic head and neck poked out of the foliage of the tree it had slept in during the day, looking toward the factory.
The coloration was a bit unusual for a Drakkic; dark blue instead of the normal greens and browns, with light and dark blue counter shading, and violet eyes. It also sported a silver ring on its middle face tentacle and a black crescent moon tattoo on the left side of it’s neck.
It withdraw its head and neck…and yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep out of its eyes. When it was finished stretching it jumped down from the tree, landing with cat-like grace and revealing a body that hardly resembled a Drakkic’s at all:
The arms were shorter and less muscular, the hands smaller and more delicate. The torso was like a human female, thin and lean. She also had hind leg, also mainly human-like but the feet were like a dragon’s. She did have a Drakkic’s tail, which was 5 feet long.
On her right upper arm was another tattoo; a black, three-pronged throwing star. She wore a red-brown tank top and loan cloth, with a brown cloth belt, a black hooded cape with a brass clasp and black gloves.
Her real name she had forgotten due to having been called by her nickname, Dementa, for so long. Why 'Dementa' for a nickname? The reason is because she is cursed, a curse that was cast on her over 3 centuries ago for playing a prank on the wrong mudokon; a mudokon who had knowledge of spells and curses long since forgotten. Before she was cursed, Dementa was just an adolescent Drakkic, with the same coloration but without the tattoos; those she had obtained sometime after the curse was cast on her.
The curse didn't just alter her body shape...no it had much worse effects. When ever she came in physical contact with someone, skin to skin, that someone would suddenly be rent with searing pain. The pain would never last longer then five seconds, provided the physical contact stopped, which was usually immediate.
As a result of her physical appearance and the pain she caused others if they came in direct contact with her skin, she became an outcast from Drakkic society...and just about any other society as well. There were a few that still talked to her, helping to keep her from going into too deep of a depression. However...when the Cartel discovered the Drakkic society and destroyed them, she lost all those that were still her friends.
In a deep state of depression she stabbed herself in the chest to end her misery. But alas...that act revealed to her the curses other effect, virtual immortality. Whenever she was dealt a lethal blow she would go into a coma like state...while the magic of the curse healed her body. How long it took depended on how badly damaged her body was. A simple bullet or stab wound would take only a couple hours, while being burned to death or decapitated took couple of weeks. During that time the pain effect, which she had dubbed 'harm touch', was still active, preventing scavengers and the like from further damaging her body. This meant...the curse kept her looking as young as the day she got the curse...and she could never die.
Having no choice but to accept her fate, she wandered Mudos, generally avoiding everyone when she could. Eventually she got into thievery, which her natural coloration suited, and a little bit of hacking. She also joined the Slig Revolution against the Cartel, putting her skills to use to help bring down the ones who had taken away the last remnants of her happiness.
And that is why she is here now...a mile away from one of the Cartel's factories. She was planning on breaking in and finding out if the Cartel had any new plans in trying to stop the Revolution of their 'former' workers, plus steal a few supplies while she was at it.
This particular factory was mainly pharmaceutical, though it was known that the resident Vykkers did do experiments, testing their products on hapless victims. She cringed slightly at the mental image of a fuzzle screaming in agony as a Vykker injected some untested chemical into it.
She looked up at the now night sky. It was time to get to work.
Better get the show on the road. she thought as she flipped her hood over her head and trotted off toward the factory.