The White Dragon comes

Kothars Arival

(Kothar ) Ah the sea, clear blue and calm. Though a chill was carried along as the winds blew against the side of the ship. A ship medium in size made for exploration. And exploration it was. Exploration or domination. Amidship was a staff purple in color shining brightly with burning passion keeping still swaying along with the ship. On this ship was a crew of 2. The man himself, Kothar, and a lowly servant of his father's army, Dragon. There is a reason for such a lowly servant to be on the ship along with Kothar, time will tell soon enough. Kothar looked onwards, his hues stared out as far as his purple colored eyes could see. His snow white hair flowed behind him, it's texture was soft and silky almost graceful. Though the sea, fond of blue ceased ahead into nothingness, all but fog clouding vision. And thus is where the ship ventured entered. Vision dulled severely. The only thing that he could see is the top part of his body and the bow of the ship, which is where he stood. His thick leathered armament, black in color was dulled to a gray, as the fog washed over the ship woodland with its dragon steel armament encasing the ship's side and underside. His pants though cannot be seen at this moment were also a thick black leather attire. This was slightly odd due to his skin color, pale moon pigmented skin. "Come here, boy." His voice deep almost demonic, but soothing to the tone as he called out to the lowly servant. The male came running through the thickness to his side. The servant only reached his knees and a little more, of Kothar's 15-foot stature. It was hard to see the male, but the scent of his nose picked up on him easily. Kothar's left footing slide behind the male's leg some 6 inches as his right hand became engulfed in the energy and color of a flame, purple with its vibrancy. His four fingers pointed outwards as his folded thumb rested against his palm. With speed and accuracy, the male's chest is where the hand had pierced through with ease. Kothar's nails were covered in dripping blood as it exited towards the man's back as it stopped. Hues of purple swirling with disappointment and shame towards the man as he began to choke on his blood. " I don't do well with traitors and spies." Eyes swirled with color as he watched the man slump over claiming him deceased. Pulling his hand out of the servant he threw the male over board to become 'food for the fishes.' The blood had slightly soaked Kothar's long-sleeved attire as he looked at it, turning his body back to look through the fog which had slowly begun to be lifted. Allowing a rather large island to shine through his eyes. Beauty it was. Was it worth being ravaged and conquered was another thing he'd have to check off? But exploration was needed. A top of the island in the distance was an Estate that looked upon all of the lands, it had sat higher than any of the trees that had surrounded it. A magnificent sight indeed, but his facial expression did not change from its starry-eyed look. What was this place that his father had him 'scope out.' He had no idea what his true objective was or the motive. Well motive maybe, but true objective, no. This was left alone to figure out at another time. His ship approached a dock steadily at a consistent speed of 38 Knots, roughly 44 Miles Per Hour. Within his sight, he saw what seemed like a city. But what was the name of a said city? His observant eyes scanned beyond the dock to see a sign that had said, " The Tavern & Inn of Aria." He chuckled at the sight. "Aria... huh." His ship had docked. Not the prettiest docking knew to man, as the ship smashed between two others allowing them to tip to the side allowing space for his own. A dockmaster had approached him with a board in hand, "Hey! You can't do that!" Kothar looked at the man, his eyes blaring fear upon the man, simply walking past him and continuing on his way. He began to venture, his appearance was not very concealing amongst the crowd as he towered over most shops and buildings. His ears caught the sound of chatter about the Empress who ruled over the island. In that moment he'd look back towards the Estate. Eventually, he found himself in a plaza circle in shape large in size. Finally, he had room to breath without knocking people over with just a mere step that always caused the ground to slightly shaking. Kothar stood within the center of the said plaza, people keeping their distance. In this instant Kothar's body began to change, 'It would take too long to venture to the Estate. I don't have that type of time.' These were his thoughts as his attire began to expand and rip against his seemingly forever expanding muscles. The first thing to give way was his shirt, falling to the side and onto the floor. His size increased and scales began to form upon his skin. From his shoulder blades thin fingering emitted like webbed feet with a thin layering; Wings. Soon enough Kothar had shifted into his dragon form. All clothing laid torn into shreds upon the ground. His scales were that of white. His height was now 702 feet, his length 1203 crushing all that stood behind him, his wingspan stretched to 1050 feet preparing himself for flight as they flapped gently in its beginning. Then lift was successful, his neck reached up to the sky with a roar. His lift was high and mighty, his aim, the Estate. This was successful with a few flaps of his overly sized wings and a bit of gliding. This form of dragon was short lived and was purely only for his entertainment. Soon his size would decrease once again midway past the forest, the dust of the plaza he left in shambles began to fall off into the deep. His chest blared with purity without imperfection. With one last movement of his wings he launched himself towards the doors of the estate allowing the last of the movement to also push the doors open. As he landed gently and walked to a stop. His muscles bulged through his arms with boldness. His abdomen bulged with strength. And his manhood bulged with masculinity. The entrance was quite flashy especially for the onlookers as he stood there naked without clothing. Though this himself wasn't a bother. He was proud of the destruction he had called art. Only following what his father had told him when he was young. And with this he had arrived. He was sure his entrance notified all within the facility. It did indeed. Guards from their posts rushed to the man with weapons at the ready. " Who are you!?!?" One had said. " State your business!?!" Another yelled. They inched closer. Kothar simply looked down upon them and chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. " Ah that was a bit too much, eh?" His purple tipped tail, swayed behind him gently dragging across the floor.