This wasn't their world.

Not even slightly.

A single blue eye glared out at the scene as if everything present had offered grave insult. From the polished stone of the floor, to the sweeping ceiling, even to the glinting scones, nothing missed the sweep of that judging eye. Everything was seen, judged, and found wanting. It was too cold, too opulent, not enough glass, fire, or warm colours. It smelled wrong, and was that a horse?! Inside?! Walking about, calm as you please, like it belonged here?! Like it wasn't so utterly out of place and absurd?
"This place is mad," she hissed, curling a lip to show her teeth, shooting a murderous glare to the man at her side. Hearing her own voice seemed to infuriate the woman further, and her handsome face twisted in disgust. A passer-by paused, seemingly in concern at her expression, but a snarl saw paid to that good intention.
Rhaf snapped her glare back to Jayden, barely wobbling as she did so, and jabbed a finger at his chest.
"I don't see why we need to get all tarted up and come here, daemon," she spat, hating how weak and pathetic her voice was. This body was woefully ill-equipped to hiss, snarl, screech, and even see like she needed to. Even in the ridiculous heeled shoes she had been pressed into wearing, Jayden towered over her - and she hated it. The vigorous motion set her to wobbling on those stupid shoes, and she found herself clinging to Jayden's arm to avoid falling face first onto the smooth floor.

Righting herself, Rhaf shoved her dress away from her feet, exposing just a bit more leg than was probably decent in doing so.
"You fucking owe me for this, Jayden," she muttered, refusing to look at her daemon. She just knew he was smirking at her, if not outright laughing his ass off. It wasn't everyday he got to see Rhafala caught so thoroughly wrong-footed. Arriving in an entirely new world, stuck in a different form, would do that to even the most stoic of folk. Especially since that form was so different to her usual one. Going from what could be loosely termed a dragon, to a regular human? It was a bit of a change, and not at all one that Rhaf was taking gracefully. The whole idea of walking on two legs was something she was still getting to grips with. In fact, as much as she hissed and cursed at Jayden, she had to use the daemon for support to get anywhere, which was working wonders on her temper.
"Bloody landwalkers, why do they insist on dressing their females like this?! It's so…stupid," Rhaf griped, having little choice but to go where Jayden led.

Oh, she could admit there was value to Jayden's plan - didn't mean she had to like it, though! He hoped that, by coming here, they could learn more about this world, and at least get their bearings. If they could find someone to get her out of this ridiculous, fleshy, frail, landwalker body…
"How do they do anything?!" Rhaf exclaimed, watching as a gaggle of perfumed, elegantly dressed women sailed past. Her attention elsewhere, she forgot to focus on her feet, and her shoes trod upon the hem of her dress. With a shriek, Rhaf flailed, smacking Jayden in the face with an arm as she toppled over. Before she knew it, she was in a heap on the floor, her ass hurting, and her pride hurting more.
"Oh for fuck's SAKE," she yelled, glaring at Jayden with a glare that could set the air afire. Refusing aid offered from any quarter, she clambered to her feet, wobbling only slightly. Her face burned - she no idea why, probably some stupid human body thing - and she steadfastly ignored the stares of the people around them.
"Find out whatever you can, so we can leave!" she grumbled, crossing her arms over the ridiculous chest this body had. Sands, to be herself again!

dress

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh!

Oh his brethren would be ashamed of him…Jayden had gone from being one of the Hive's most ruthless, emotionless assassins to a quiver wreck of snickering - all because of the handsome looking woman snarling and growling beside him. Rhafala; his reluctant Bondmate. Within their world of Yrimar Bondmates were those souls tied together by birth - when two beings took their first breath at the same time they were Bonded; they shared a life… but not all Bonds would find one another. For Jayden and Rhafala they had the unfortunate circumstance of being natural enemies - the Xigons had been created by their God to destroy Daemons like Jayden… so when the pair had clashed neither had been happy at the realisation that they were Bound to one another. One touch was all it took; Jayden's hand upon Rhafala's leg to drain energy from her and suddenly their minds had entwined - her thoughts, her emotions, her memories… all of it crashing into his head and vice versa from one touch and from that moment on they knew that they could not kill each other - to kill one was to kill the other… maybe not immediately, some Bonds died as the other did but others went insane and killed others before their hearts finally gave out…

It was because of her wild emotions that all of his training to kill of his own had been undone… though the emotions that ran through him these days tended to be anger rather than anything else, but right now Jayden had discovered a new emotion - amusement. It was taking everything he had not to laugh at Rhafala as she snapped at him; the Daemon glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, biting his bottom lip to stifle the laughter rising from the bottom of his belly. He still hadn't quite got used to seeing his Bondmate in this form; where once she had been an impressive creature akin to a Dragon she was now cursed to be in this feeble human form… with two legs… and clothes… and it was so very hard not to laugh at her.

"Because, Snarl-face, we're new to this world. I don't have my connections here and neither do you; we need to establish who is the authority in these parts - who we can start sowing seeds with as to the nature of my work and your own. To do that we have to walk amongst them; as one of them, so that we might hear what others would not." He replied, breathing deeply and staring straight ahead so as not to laugh in her face at her ridiculously weak sounding voice. Oh this was all too good to be true - Rhafala stuck in this body was more punishment than he could ever have dealt her and he was relishing every minute of it - of which she was almost painfully aware due to their connection… which made it all the sweeter. ”For once I’ll agree.” Jayden replied as Rhaf snarled that he owed her one. This time she was right - for all the hilarity of how she looked he felt for her; this wasn’t her natural form and to be forced into it was harder on her than she would ever have admitted… sadly for her they shared a Bond that meant keeping secrets was impossible.

Moments later she vanished from his side and landed on her backside - it was the final straw. For the first time in his life Jayden let out a true laugh, bending double and holding onto his stomach and he wept profusely at the fact that his Bondmate had fallen over. Oh it was too good, he couldn’t cope! Ducking and dodging out of the way he continued to laugh as he headed into the crowd do to her bidding for once. Oh good grief that image would stick.

Oh, Rhafala was all too aware of just how hard Jayden was trying not to laugh at her - and she hated it. Hated him, hated this form, hated that he found it amusing, hated every. bloody. thing. in existence. Her whole being seethed with loathing, so much so her jaw ached from being clamped so tightly shut, but this pathetic shape wasn't even able to express her rage adequately, which just fed the fires further. She wanted to scream, and find the nearest target worthy of her ire, so she could tear them to bloody ribbons, but no, all she had were these stupid blunt nubs rather than her scything talons. Balling her fists, Rhafala ground her blunt, grass-chewing teeth, and glared.
"You will teach me to kill in this shape, Jayden," she hissed through her teeth. If she was going to be stuck as a weak, fleshy landwalker, she was going to learn how to fight and kill as one. Some of the passers-by gave her odd looks at the word 'kill', and she bared her teeth at them. It could have been taken for a smile, if it weren't for the rather irked look in her eye.

"Just look for the most pompous, self important, waste of space you can find," she snapped, jerking her head, avian-like, towards the seething mass of people milling about, "No doubt they'll have a gaggle of sycophants in tow for you to use that silver tongue on." She smirked, shooting Jayden a look. Oh he could be charming, could even be pleasant, but they both knew it was just an act to integrate himself into his target's social circle. He didn't have a social bone in his body, and everything he said and did was more a learned reaction than a natural talent for socialising. At least she was honest with her interactions. Blunt, to the point of offensive, but if Rhaf wanted you dead, you knew about it.

Still, he was her Bond, and he was good at what he did. She had to give him that much.

Sighing, she also had to admit that he hadn't yet actually laughed at her. Enjoyed her predicament a little too much, maybe, but he hadn't laughed just yet. She knew how much of a battle it was, too, thanks to their Bond, just as he knew how much it hurt her to be stuck like this. Neither had commented on either of those things, even if the acknowledged them. It was just how they worked - anger, pointed jibes and barbs were comfortable and easy. Dealing with feelings, emotions, and worries? Not so much.

Any inkling of good-will vanished when she fell, and the bastard daemon left her to pick herself up, with only his laughter for company.
Bastard! she screamed after him over their Bond, lashing out with a bard formed of her anger and embarrassment, Don't come back until you find something! Rhaf finished, even as she picked herself up. Dusting off this utterly stupid swathe of fabric, she glared daggers at anyone who had paused, going so far as to hiss angrily at one man who had stopped to offer her a hand up.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, turning on another person who had started to lay a concerned hand on her shoulder. Irritably, she kicked off her shoes, sending them skidding into a corner, wishing she could spit fire after the cursed things. With as much dignity as she could manage with the long dress trailing about her, Rhafala stalked off in the opposite direction Jayden had went, intending to…to…well, to do something.

Stupid bloody landwalker party. Stupid daemon. Stupid sodding shoes.