Ok so been a while... trying to get back into this soo many things to do so little time

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Sunal was drifting in darkness, she could feel the cool tingle of the gold around her as her mind drifted into seemingly endless darkness, like warm silk flowing through her as she let her body relax lulling her deeper in. Meer moments could be years in this state, which was the reason Smaug did not want her to stay here long. The moment she entered he could feel her presence and reached out to her radiating heat in pulses that she followed. When she reached him she greeted him with her own energy warming the area and adding a dull glow to the expanse only reflecting half of Smaug's face.

"Sunal, my daughter has returned." his voice warmed her heart and made the light grow brighter.

"Father I missed you. I brought you gifts from my travels." Sunal placed her head on his pulling forth images then filing the expanse with them. Lost dwarven caves, paths not walked in hundreds of years stones and gems in rivers, giant ents lifting branches revealing hidden treasures never recovered. Golden staffs and orbs sparkling in the sun designs some delicate and detailed others crude and rough, all races and Valar represented. She pulled to her mind the fires and mines of dwarves in different cities, crafting and singing songs of gold and her father's destruction of their homeland, prompting him to give a huff of a laugh. Finally flooding his mind with sun rises over the misty mountains and over the great plains of men, high above the clouds as the sun set the clouds afire with gold and red deepening into deeper hues of purple before the colors died on the horizon. The whirlwind of memories, the best of her years out of the mountain slowed and eventually came to a stop.

"You have done much child. And seen many things, that even I never knew existed. I am honored by your gifts. How seeing those Dwarves squirm about running in different directions was most entertaining."

"Many are nomadic now…." Sunal mused floating to her back midway next to her father's head. " They just can't get over the golden fever, as if they ever could. They don't even have an army, that would be willing to take back the mountain. There are those that drunkenly say they will take it back one day, yet they would have to come great distances only to face us." Sunal let out a chuckle, "they are funny folk."

"And smelly, Sunal I could smell you even from inside the mountain. You stink of human too. You have spent... much time among them."

Sunal arched her back indulging in the lulling silk of darkness pulling out just enough to whisper an answer "Some are nice, some are not, some areas you remember, others have advanced or fallen. All that I can say has not changed is, they grow old and die as quickly as the birds and bears, their lives are not long but they have a cyclical rhythm to them in the small towns the families grow old and die then their children have children and grow old and die to do the same things over and over with little variation. It is a hard life, but they keep living like weeds in a garden continuously persistent to live however they can."

Smaug's eye followed her flowing form watching her. She had so much more growing to do. She was still so young herself to talk of life so easily; what would the gods think of her, did they know of her existence? Would she be tied to Morgoth or Sauron, she was so young and weak compared to the Great fire drakes of the First age, Glaurung the father of dragons, the great worm, would he have even approve of this? But then would he have ever thought that he would be defeated. The Deceiver he greatly remembered his shadow both physically and intellectually. He felt the gold surrounding his body releasing him from pestering thoughts of the past, calling him back to his slumber. Pulling up he let a breath of fire engulfing his daughter to arouse her from her lull. "Wake child! I am tired, and you are still too young to rest here go pursue more power grow and prosper, kill and enjoy all you can."

Sunal lifted her body stretching in every direction pulling the silky feeling taunt in her body like mussels until she relaxed, now awake and as though she was under a great lake of silk sensations flowing around her body every crevice tempting her to let it in. "Father I will go to the elves for a while, I wish to see how the most beloved creation of the Valar live."

Smaug shifted his head closer to his daughter, "The elves are generally weak, but there are those who possess the power and experience to kill you. Our kind may live forever, but we are not completely immortal. Do not forget the fates of the great Firedrakes before us. I would like to think that I did not leave you blind to your faults, I am the last of the Great Dragons and the elves are part of the reason for that. They are loved by the most powerful of the Valar." He looked off into the distance as he reminisced in the old stories, "So that the Elves could be the first upon this earth they froze the dwarves into the stone and rock of the mountains simply for waking before their precious long-eared creations." Then he noticed the faintest of smells on her the smallest trace of the spoken creatures. "Do not be blinded by them Sunal, you are still young. They are as cunning as they are pompously keen."

Sunal raised her chin to her father closing her eyes, she remembered her lessons, the long histories, and personalities of the Great Fire drakes. Glaurung, Ancalagon, the oldest of the Great worms before they could even take to the skies. "I know I am young," she said cracking her neck to the side and rolling it down, "I simply wish to observe them, they will think of me only as a pathetic human. They will only be skeptical of the human, not the dragon, and for all they know you, father, are the last. I will be a simple trader looking at the wonders of the elven world holding goods from all over. I just need something tempting enough to keep their attention as a human."

Smaug closed his eyes, breathing out some steam, "Take a few of these Sunal." an image appearing in the smoke, "In ancient days the elves had dealings with the dwarves, they never ended well. The elves accused the Dwarves of stealing their treasure. It is only fair to say that the dwarves gave a different account, and claimed they only took what was owed to them, for the elf-king had bargained with them to shape his raw gold and silver, and had afterward refused to give them their pay. If the elf-kings have a weakness it was for treasure, especially for silver and white gems; and though their hoard was rich, they are ever eager for more, since these kings have not yet as great a treasure as other elf-lords of old. I know their nature rarely changes over their long lives, they are ever patient to take back what they think belongs to them."

"I believe I know what gems you are speaking of, they shine bright, with a cold white glow about each gem." Leaning back into her father, "Then I will take a few of these to the elves in the Mirkwood. I will say got them from the deep rivers of Dale, I remember how you told me the story of you burning the city to the ground, the people did not return there. Its remnants stand empty and stripped of all value." Enjoying the searing warmth of her father's skin she leaned into him, feeling the warmth of the same fire that dwelled in each of their bodies grow and pulse with power. She had only just returned and now she could feel her father's impatiens grow with her the longer her presence kept him awake. It was easier to leave the first time, the excitement of something new overwhelmed any sense of foreboding or loneliness she felt at the time, especially since her father had been resting longer and longer over her last years in the Mountain before she left she was starved for entertainment. She knew the Last of the Great Fire Drakes wanted to go back into a deep slumber surrounded by his hallowed gold. "So then I take my leave father," she said pulling herself from her father. "I will return with more treasure to show you when I a-"

Smaug, in a huff, interrupted with his eyes still closed, "You may return when you have grown to at least half my size. Sunal. Remember what you are not what you pretend to be you are not human, or elf, or dwarf, you are Daughter of Smaug."

"Yes father," Sunal replied collecting herself and lifting out of the gold doing her best to ignore the pull it had on her body and mind to go back in. Her body felt so heavy and constrained her skin felt tight her neck cracked out and it grew the pain flooded her body as golden scales ripped through her skin and cooled against the air. Her body grew outwards as her tail unraveled from her back ripping the way for her winge to grow through. She was now the height of some of the trees that lined the edges of the forest, imposing yet not the height of some of the ancient trees in the oldest of forests in Middle earth. Stretching out her spine from neck to tail she spread her wings also reflecting the gold from beneath her with edges so thin it looks as though you were looking through sheer gold-colored silk. And with that she rose high among the large pillars weaving and diving among them, like when she was younger, she dove down to a lower level of the cave making her way to another large room with mounds of gold and gems on the top a white light shown moving closer she saw the white diamonds. Sunal grasped a small claw full of the diamonds and flew back to where she knew to leave grasping the rest of her belongings and leaving the gifts to her father lying around on various piles. Looking back one last time she thought she Samug move his tail, before with a powerful push of her wings jolted towards the exit that could only be entered or exited by a skilled flyer who knew the way. She blew out a gust of fire illuminating the path ahead, for as she was exiting the mountain there was no light. A rush of pungent air rushed into her as she reached outside. The stench of lakeLaketownching the skies even this far up the mountainside.

She could see the dull lights of the town a few more than usual as the sky was clouded over. She glided among the cover of the clouds only dipping to the spot where she left her traveling bag grasping it with one of her claws as she moved towards the town of Dale landing in the private garden of what must, at one time, had been a large maner. She had stayed in Dale once or twice when she truly had missed the Mountain and the push of her father. A flash of golden fiery eyes so like her own appeared in front of her, but as her father had taught her, she remembered resting and waiting and as time passed and sunset and sunrise melded together then she rose and went back to the woods to find something new again other than the dulling colors of the misty mountain.

She reached a large room, the marble grey walls were dusted with dirt and soot. She took in a large breath of air and heating and holding it she blue a hot red flame scorching the cool ground beneath her into a red and black surface suitable for her to sleep. Wrapping her tail around her she rested until the sun rose and she would venture forth again, this time towards Mirkwood and the Elves that lived there.

Yet sleep was not easily achieved, waves of memories invaded her mind the coolness of the gold called to her, it wouldn't let her rest. She knew there would be nights like this, and that they would persist for a long time. The gold in the mountain was calling to her to rest in its cool embrace to sleep and enjoy its comforts. She nestles her large head further into herself as if the motion would push the feeling away. Every time she would get to the edge of sleep a memory that annoyed her or a moment she detested from her travels invaded her mind shaking her head to get it out or repositioning herself to no avail. She could feel the shift from night to early morning as the mist rested on her form. The sky was still dark when she made the decision to get further from the mountain she collected herself warming her skin as the mist and dew sizzled around her into steam. She straightened her neck and opened her wings into the air.

She flew till the sun began to bring light to the horizon and the shadows of the forest ahead of her grew long almost as though they were reaching for her, waiting for her arrival. She landed in the shadows of the tree, letting out a pained hiss as she reverted to her more human looking form, her scaled receding into muscle as raw golden skin pulled over hot flesh steaming where the seams met. Resting her hand on a nearby tree she took slow breaths of the fresh morning air far from the stench of any town or village. With every breath, she took in she adjusted back into her form becoming more aware of how short her limbs were now how tiny she felt among the large trees, how her skin felt like it could breathe on its own in the open air. Her hair fell in golden waves down her back and she ran her other hand through it as some of it had fallen over her face, it felt like tiny burning strings in between her fingers and sparks left her hand and she pulled her fingers through it. Taking in a large breath she pushed off the tree to stand straight up on her own focusing on staying on her two feet she walked to her belonging dropping to the ground she rifled through for something at least somewhat clean. She came across a plane large green tunic with two slits on either side of it. She threw it over her body glade that it was not as itchy as she was expecting it to be. Taking out a pair of rough looking brown pants she part way put them on before deciding that she didn't enjoy the feeling of them on her new skin. She did though grab some thin leather boots that came halfway up her caf.

Steadily getting up she grabbed her things picking up the diamonds and putting them into a pouch deeply hidden in the folds of her bag, and she began making her way into the woods. The beginning of the woods were bright with dew as the sun lit the forest, but the further in she went the darker it got as the trees grew taller and their roots large and gnarled. The more she climbed and maneuvered the faster she readjusted to her form. She idly wondered how long she had been in the Mountain as she wandered through the woods looking for the oldest of the trees occasionally stopping to climb and see what direction she wanted to go. Often the ents moved in patterns and she thought she might find one in the next week or two if she was lucky. She was not worried of any of the animals in the forest she still had the scent of a dragon on her so many prey and predators kept a far distance from her, even the birds flew in different directions from her leaving her to the walk in silence.

As days went by her hunger slowly grew as most large prey still kept a fair distance. But even she could feel her sent slowly dissipate as her skin became less sensitive, calluses growing back over her hands with every evening practice with her sword and a fine film of dirt and mud from small bog-like areas seemed to enter her skin. Finally growing tired of prey wondering near her she decided that it was time to go for a little hunt of her own. Grabbing two knives from her bag she found a small clearing and put her bag under the roots of a large dead tree. Inhaling briefly she proceeded to scorch a long black streak on the dead tree, smoke billowed from the marking she left on it. She knew not to harm many of the trees in the forest permanently if it got back to the ents that she had defiled or killed some of their saplings of one of their old friends she would never be able to rely on them for information on different travelers entering their wood or the best paths to take. She took off her tunic the green had grown dull with dust and some mud splattered along a part of the bottom edge. She closed her eyes and crouched down feeling the pain of bone and scale growing under the surface, because of the lack of food she had in the last few weeks the pain was amplified as fat and muscle was converted into her growing golden wings and gold melded over her back. Coughing for a moment as the process ended she grabbed the worn out pair of pants she had thrown back in her belonging and put them on, her body now back and accustomed to the dirt and grime of travel. Propelling herself into the air she pushed herself into the canopy where she put her nose to work.

There was a small family of bears a mother and her two half-grown cubs were walking along the floor of the forest also seemingly looking for their next meal. Spreading her wings out she propelled herself directly towards the mother tucking her wings in to cover her as she rushed through limbs and other foliage before spreading them wide again 20 feet above the bear while simultaneously aiming a thick stream of fire at the mother bear cooking her to a crisp before she even had a chance to sense her presence. The two little cubs cried out in shock as they saw their mother light up in flames, landing on the mother Sunal grabbed the mother with her arms as the flames died down, she looked at the cubs and without so much as a blink, she screamed a warning at them to leave. One of the cubs stood and let out a yelp at her before looking back to its sibling and hurriedly ran into the forest disappearing into the folds and dips of the roots.

Grabbing the neck of the beast with her teeth she slowly lifted the smoldering corpse into the air. It brought a small smile to her face imagining some of the dwarves and their pudgy bearded terrified faces if they were to see her now with her wings and puny human frame holding a bear, larger than her current body, between her teeth like it was a turkey leg. Turning she headed back to where she left her belongings following the smell of freshly burnt wood it was easy to find even among the smell of burning fur and flesh. Resting the animal on the ground she placed her hand on the crusted hot flesh and tore out a large portion of the burnt meat, hot blood and fat dripped down her face and arm as it flowed from the beast. Enjoying her catch she feasted for hours occasionally gnawing on the bones and sucking out the marrow her body burning the meat as soon as it entered her system enjoying her meal so much she paid little heed to her wings melting into her. Instead focusing on filling the pit inside her; she stored a lot of the food, seemingly going nowhere in her human form, as she could still had the hunger and stomach she did whilst in dragon form, this was nothing as the sun went down and the forests temperature got a bit colder she had picked and gnawed her way through the majority of the carcase her hunger was curbed and she was ready to rest for the evening hoping the meal would push her body to rest.


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or if you have any questions about Sunal as a creature I Wrote a whole character and elemental description for her to keep her from getting too OP