Izanami wasn't sure why, but for some reason when she heard footsteps coming she ducked out of sight.
Whoever was approaching sounded like a very large dragon. One of that size probably wouldn't notice her even if she stayed out in the open.
But she could never be too careful.
As she tucked her figure behind a nearby rock and wrapped herself in shadows, she could only hope that it would be enough.
Finally, a large figure turned the corner and Izanami's heart accidentally skipped a beat.
A dragon standing on two legs with great, powerful claws along it's feet. It's black body was covered in sections of what appeared to be plate armor, and red markings ran from the crown of it's head to he very soles of it's feet.
Izanami would have recognized the creature even if she hadn't just spent the last 1,000 years banging it. In her imagination that is.
'Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't-'
"Izanami..?"