The first thought that passed through Ryala's mind as she felt her body reconstituting itself on another world, was that people really needed to stop being so creative when it came to finding ways to kill each other, her latest death having been rather cruel and unusual, though not the worst she'd been through. Nothing was going to top her first death in her mind, but she didn't waste time thinking on that again, instead focusing on her revival. She knew how it worked, even as she felt the discomfort of her body taking a relatively physical form, connected to the local laws of reality, already knowing she was in a familiar dimensional cluster, though she didn't recognize the feel of the world from her memories, which meant this was a new one... that seemed to happen more often than not with her. The Breaker knew that in that world, in some place that her magic would recognize as relatively safe for herself, her body had already formed, appearing as if she was unconscious or sleeping.
There would be no magical surge to announce her presence, no light shows, nothing. One moment no one was there, the next, she was laying wherever it was she ended up in. At this point, Ryala couldn't wake and she couldn't access any of her senses, mundane or otherwise. Instead, her magic connected to the world, and to whatever collective subconscious and world memories existed, allowing her to learn the local languages, which would allow her to blend in if at all possible... which usually wasn't. Being designed to appear as a Nephalem meant that more often than not, she didn't even run into members of her supposed race, to say nothing of finding anything resembling even a small society. It wasn't surprising... for a Nephalem to be be born, one needed exceptional love and lust between a Demon and Celestial, the likes of which they weren't usually capable of feeling. This meant that no matter what she did, Ryala tended to stand out like a sore thumb in most worlds, which was more or less the point in her creators' minds, she knew. She was a unique creation, and they had wanted the world to know this.
Fortunately, even if she landed in a world where the existence of Breakers was known, most didn't immediately realize that she was one, because the tattoo that revealed her nature was unusually small, simple, and located right above her pussy, hidden by her panties... and with her skimpy clothes, even if she was found before she awoke, most people didn't look for it there, and even if someone did find it, they tended to dismiss it, or simply think that she was too weak to be worth the effort. Then again, when she was found by the right type of men, she usually had a fun wake up call because of her looks, though that didn't happen as often as Ryala would have liked, not exactly a normal attitude to have, but she wasn't exactly a normal person either...
Right now though, she needed time, and she didn't know if she would be found at all before she woke. Since her magic reconstituted her in places that were relatively safe, at least for her, that generally meant that even if she was found, she was in no danger from the person that found her. Granted, what was safe for her was quite different than what was safe for others, but that was a different matter altogether. All Ryala could do was wait while her magic allowed her to learn the local languages, which gave her a few hints about the world she was in, though not many, while her body rested in the territory of a large farm near the capitol of the elves of this world, Cressia. Unknowingly, while her magic placed her out of the way, and made it highly unlikely that any elf would notice her, she would be easy enough to find by a certain dragonkin that worked there, and she was close enough to his home there that it would be easier to take her there rather than anywhere else...
It would be impossible to tell if she was unconscious or sleeping, her breathing was faint, but not dangerously so, her heartbeat was slow, but not so much as to inspire the idea that her heart was weak, just that her body was relaxed and didn't need a high blood flow. Still, deciding what she might be would be difficult with her features, as elves didn't have small horns, or strange, wing-like structures growing behind their ears. As it was, her obvious beauty and lack of clothing that left more of it to the imagination would have drawn attention to her immediately.
There would be no magical surge to announce her presence, no light shows, nothing. One moment no one was there, the next, she was laying wherever it was she ended up in. At this point, Ryala couldn't wake and she couldn't access any of her senses, mundane or otherwise. Instead, her magic connected to the world, and to whatever collective subconscious and world memories existed, allowing her to learn the local languages, which would allow her to blend in if at all possible... which usually wasn't. Being designed to appear as a Nephalem meant that more often than not, she didn't even run into members of her supposed race, to say nothing of finding anything resembling even a small society. It wasn't surprising... for a Nephalem to be be born, one needed exceptional love and lust between a Demon and Celestial, the likes of which they weren't usually capable of feeling. This meant that no matter what she did, Ryala tended to stand out like a sore thumb in most worlds, which was more or less the point in her creators' minds, she knew. She was a unique creation, and they had wanted the world to know this.
Fortunately, even if she landed in a world where the existence of Breakers was known, most didn't immediately realize that she was one, because the tattoo that revealed her nature was unusually small, simple, and located right above her pussy, hidden by her panties... and with her skimpy clothes, even if she was found before she awoke, most people didn't look for it there, and even if someone did find it, they tended to dismiss it, or simply think that she was too weak to be worth the effort. Then again, when she was found by the right type of men, she usually had a fun wake up call because of her looks, though that didn't happen as often as Ryala would have liked, not exactly a normal attitude to have, but she wasn't exactly a normal person either...
Right now though, she needed time, and she didn't know if she would be found at all before she woke. Since her magic reconstituted her in places that were relatively safe, at least for her, that generally meant that even if she was found, she was in no danger from the person that found her. Granted, what was safe for her was quite different than what was safe for others, but that was a different matter altogether. All Ryala could do was wait while her magic allowed her to learn the local languages, which gave her a few hints about the world she was in, though not many, while her body rested in the territory of a large farm near the capitol of the elves of this world, Cressia. Unknowingly, while her magic placed her out of the way, and made it highly unlikely that any elf would notice her, she would be easy enough to find by a certain dragonkin that worked there, and she was close enough to his home there that it would be easier to take her there rather than anywhere else...
It would be impossible to tell if she was unconscious or sleeping, her breathing was faint, but not dangerously so, her heartbeat was slow, but not so much as to inspire the idea that her heart was weak, just that her body was relaxed and didn't need a high blood flow. Still, deciding what she might be would be difficult with her features, as elves didn't have small horns, or strange, wing-like structures growing behind their ears. As it was, her obvious beauty and lack of clothing that left more of it to the imagination would have drawn attention to her immediately.





