The Dragons Possession

The Arrival

Guest_CarrionDarkseid: -Madness doesn't die, nor will it rest. Such were the ways of Wonderland and the Ultimate Creation in the realm. The War within the World grew worse as Ashes and Embers dance on the Battlefield. "Death is nothing without Life, just as Sanity is nothing without the Insane" Words that Arthur live with and will continue to be with. He remains outside the Kotamora Walls hidden at The Shadows. The Night hides his Figure as he rest underneath a Large Tree, and his Smile grows wicked as it spreads from ear to ear, forming a cresent smile. As he spied the Empire, Wokong Walks from the heavy rain toward the Home of one Lyla Kotamora, opening its Doors as he held papers from the Nearby village, his voice hefty and sick as he sneezed- Sister Lyla, I hold with me request from the nearby towns people. -He approaches her and places the papers down on her desk.-

JamesSavage: ::. Rain... It had to be rain. Dragon was fond of rain, he very much enjoyed how the water would run down his muscular giant-like body... However, he was not a fan of it when he was wearing an actual outfit, specially his Midnight's Cloak. Getting any of his current outfit wet would mean he would have to tap into the first seal of Ignition... For clothing alone. Well, there was no actual problem with that. Ignition, will outside of combat, had no drawback of usage and, if anything, should Dragon expand Ignition beyond the usual intake of heat, he could as much break the clouds from their rainy tears, giving himself a greater deal with a cloudless night... Lovely, isn't it... How rain can make or break a deal. To avoid that constant currency of water beads, a War Draconian sat behind Dragon, using its wide wings in a form of ceiling, conceiling Dragon from the weather's work of art. .:: "Guess it's not always a bad idea to carry around an army with you." ::. He would whisper in his internal monologue, having his gaze of the Blood Moon partake of the scenario infront of him: A Night's Forest, filled with more than half of his Draconian army, while the rest took its ease of peace upon Queen Lyla's Castle. Having himself sat down in the form of the Leg's Cross, Dragon was partaking of his Kiseki session, smoking away his worries, keeping himself to the singular use of draconian medicinal herbs. Left hand to his left knee, right hand to the middle of his Kiseki, Dragon took his drags and released his thoughts through the nostrils, smoke always coming out in a most crimson form. Now, while Dragon was enjoying himself, sight of Lyla's Brother hath been taken into account, mostly spotted by one of his draconian soldiers... Lucky for those who share the Eye of the Dragon, they get to see everything through the eyes of others. The lad look awfully wet and probably sick from the great intake of rain from that drowry night and seemed to be carrying out some papers... One would hope that the man was wary of paper in the rain, mostly likely trying to protect it. Now, all of the thoughts and actions aside, Dragon didn't move a singular inch from his positioning, not wanting to bother himself with the works of what occured within the Castle... Sooner or later, Lyla would take notice of his existence via the smell that was released both from his Kiseki and own's scent... After all... These are not smells that a person would just forget from one day to another... Lovely days, these kinds of days .::

LylaKotamora: Lyla was stressed as she would pace around the room. Day after day it was eaither Storming, raining, or snowing. Lyla growned as she looked out the stain glass window, That was warped from old age- I seriously need to replace these, but theres never a time- Perhaps a image of a dragon, or an imbodiment of herself. Or a family portrait... A small family portrait, Lyla felt as if her family was small as it was only Lyla and Her son James. Lyla looked down and touched her flat stomach as the topic of conversation of the past week rang through her mind. Lylas train of thought was inturupted as scents made its way into the study. She took in a long breath inhaling through her nose, taking in the sweet scent of Dragonic scales and herbs. A warm wash of releife flowed over her, knowing dragon was close. She headed towards the studies doors before Lyla could make it past her desk, a stinky musk came through the door while it was being opened. - Im never going to get used to that smell- Lyla grumbled under her breath. She walked back to her desk sitting down slumpily. Lyla let out a breath.. as he placed soggy papers on her desk, making the rest of her desk papers wet. - Oh, come on Wokong. Did you not keep them dry.. -she grabbed the papers by the corners with two fingers as if she was picking up a soggy diaper. She removed her handkerchief and wiped and patted dry her desk and made room. Lyla read over the smudged ink- What request, And for what. This is the third one from them this week.- Lyla muttered annoyed slightly. She peered over to the shaman and saw he was dripping wet and tracked in mud. Instantly pinching the bridge of her nose- You could have wiped your feet.- She tossed her chef to him to semi-clean up. Lyla grabbed a small bell at her desk and rang it twice. A drawf maid ran in and started cleaning with out a sound- Now Please exsplain this.- Lyla looked out side towards the tree line, knowing he was out there, but why was he waiting out there. She reluctantly turned her face and attention to Wokong-