This was definitely one of Kohryu's less thought out situations quite honestly... The various rose bushes were not the best beds, even she had to admit that; but they just smelled so good. Plus they were fresh and green and bouncy... Plus it wasn't like they were piercing her softer tidbits hidden by armor. Her horns had effectively kept the pokey bits away from her face as well thankfully. It was more of a matter of will, something said bushes lacked when it came to one particularly raccoon-minded individual slumbering casually among their low branches. Yeah she she'd left an indent where her original falling place had been but otherwise, apparently; the woman had been most if not entirely unseen. Lucky for her and her napping status.

Time passed quickly in slumber land, would have continued to do so if Kohryu hadn't been startled awake from wonderful dreams of pastries by a rather... domineering voice. It was obnoxious to say the least. Overly hostile and sounding more like those classical sailors or military hard-asses everyone knew in the movies. Such things were just a signal for drama, probably an unwanted fight for a sleepy dragon. Ignoring it should have been simple, shifting around a bit with her head tucking between her arms. By far not a light sleeper, more on the hard side if she were honest; but there was just something about that yelling that just made her want to drown a baby.

The motivation to get up and move had not come yet, nor had the thought actually. No she tried to steel herself against it, ignore it. Ignore... nope wasn't happening. The woman let out a very audible irritated huff, using both low branches and the ground she could reach to fling herself out of her beloved little sleeping spot. Virtual leaves and flower petals stuck to her, slowly but surely dispersing after a few seconds of wait time. Something the woman did not do. Landing gracefully in a kneeling position, as gracefully as she didn't notice she had been with that semi-fluid motion; the horned lass pushed herself up to her feet. Red eyes caught sight of the one disturbing her slumber, narrowing in equal irritation when she began to stalk toward him. Male. Definitely a hard-ass. Listening to what words were being ordered about the woman could safely assume this was supposed to be some teaching experience. Most likely a quest since said students were a once-quieter lot of NPCs. Soldiers? No, recruits more like it. Didn't matter though, they were her target.

Kohryu pushed her way through the gathering crowd of eager, masochistic souls; eyes still narrowed but more out of sleep deprivation than actual anger. A palm went to rub the dry feeling from both said eyes before they returned to narrow-glare at the man. "What're you doing?" Came out the classical question, one she was fairly sure she already knew and wouldn't give him the chance of answering. "Quest? Teaching quest for the NPCs? That's a thing now apparently. No don't answer those questions." A finger went up in the signature 'one moment' sign while her other hand moved to stifle a yawn. She pinched between her eyes once that had passed, finally waving off her 'wait time' to begin the real inquiry. "Is this their designated area? There aren't any other groups for you to 'teach'? Noisy, noisy..." The end was something more of a grumble with an added extra of more eye-rubbing.

This guy... even his face was irritating the Wyrmlord had decided after getting a good look at it. So condescending. So cocky. She really wanted to punch it. Her unintentional glare sharpened upon seeing his own, the white pupils dilating into thinner slits instinctively with the emotion behind it all. His snarling face bristled her, she could feel her shoulders tensing and her lips pursing into a strained line of displeasure. If she were a bystander, she would have thought two attack dogs were growling. Or perhaps demons given their prospective roles within the game.

Even so the woman's gaze might have weakened with the NPC's intervention... if he hadn't interrupted the poor pixel lad. The silent exchange cowed the poor little recruit into silence, effectively eliminating the peaceful solution that might have been there. Might have. Key word in that sentence. Now it was nothing but glares, fang filled growls, and an obvious itch to piss each other off. The latter didn't feel like it was going to be hard at all.

His words, if she were a cartoon character; 'popped a vein' instantly. "Is that right you mangy ass?" She countered, a malicious smile forming as she mimicked his steps; easily flexing her fingers to hear the bones pop. Rubies burned a predatory glare at this pompous, overgrown manchild. "Oh-hoho?" was her reply to the challenge, taking a firm stance with their mere steps away. "Are you sure you can throw down that challenge, little boy? I bet it worked in your little gangster games but I don't think your diaper is big enough for the amount of shit you're gonna take." She added in a venomously sweet voice, holding herself straight and rather gracefully poised. It was only times like these did she find the effort to keep her body like that. Just like cold calm in her temperament.

Any sleep in her eyes or form were quickly banished, lost from sight the moment the hostility hit her blood. Virtual blood. The burning in her belly felt real enough, like a magma that was eager enough to encourage her to spit on his face. She didn't though, but the thought remained there very easily. Like the constant flexing in her hands.