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"Maybe we can move from here..." A crimson haired man, eyes nearly closed, shuts a window on the loud sounds of city life in what was called L.A., durring the evening rush to get home. Despite his strange, one would call it eccentric, garb, he wasn't the most odd, near this district in the town called 'China Town'. A cloak, near black but still a blue, and dark-blue-purple clothes that fit slightly snuggly, showing a lean man in his late 20's, and a fondness for belts.".. It is certainly loud.." Even through the window, walls and door, the angry sounds of the traffic reached in a dull noise. Large hands, although with lithe fingers, move from the possition of crossed to rub temples near closed eyes. A croon rose in the air, a steady sound like a bird flapping, before a slender silver creature, shapped like a cat in body, covered in glistening scales, flew steadily to the man's shoulder. A sleek being, with a triangular head, smooth muzzle, horns as long as one of the man's fingers, frilled, hackle like ears from the side of the lightly horned jaw, it carefully perched on the mans shoulder, claws daintily curled to grasp cloth but not flesh. A soft hum-like rumble, like a purr, but a tad more dignified, vibrated the creatures throat as that triangular head butted against the man's generally stern-set jaw.

"Yes, yes.." his softer tone took a hint of laughter that warmed what little was visible of his eyes, as he moved a hand to scratch the ridges over silver eyes with dark, slit pupils. "Scratches, I know, you want them." The creature hummed, pleased in every line of a feline-like body, tail coiling around the man's neck in a possessive motion. Those scales shone like polished silver, as those wings closed with a rustle. A Western Dragon, one of this world would call the creature, even if they were just myth and legend. In most's eyes...

After a few minutes, or what feels like minutes, of happy scratching, which was comforting for both the man and small dragon, which was only as long as the man's arm from tip of snout to tip of tail, around three feet, the man stopped.

"...." He frowned at the clock, the only one in the small appartment, which gave a glowing message from the front of a microwave. 8:47. With the darkness beyond the window, it could only have been PM. "Are you hungry, Aaras?" He asks, really just to talk to the creature. She would tell him sure enough. The dragon looked clearly like it was debating, head tilted, then an image bloomed in the man's mind. The clock and window together, and the sun coming up after the current time and dark. "Ah. Tomorrow then. I will buy some meat tomorrow, then, for you." The dragon hummed, pleased, and gave a short trill.

"Yes, I know. No ham." Still with that laugh in his voice, the man moves to turn off the light. Aesthyr's eyes give a soft glow, and the man and dragon settle down for the night. The light flickered outside, highlighting the small plaque with a number, 3-9, Floor 3 and Room 9. Under that, on delicate chains, hung a silver, slightly curved, sheet of thin, fine metal shaped cleanly into a heart. Faintly, an image of a sun with nine rays splayed from the center, and etched with care over it in a rough, angular hand, Kousen Tenshi-Enasni, and Aurian Enasni-Tenshi. It is also rather securely attached to the wall.

It was never dark in Chinatown. The darkness that crept over the rest of the city, clinging with immovable fingers to the streets and buildings never got a foothold in its exotic streets. Brilliant neon signs in every color of the rainbow shouted their defiance and their wares to the uncaring night. Food, drink, love, drugs. Anything you could possibly want could be purchased here, for the right price. The night was young but still the streets bustled. The street, once the place of decent people was being turned over to the young clubbers and the unsavoury criminals. Chinatown, even though never dark, was not a place the unwary treaded at night.

But one shop was deserted, neither youth nor hooligan came within the circle of its orange lanterns. Inside the shop, the man only know as Count D resided. Currently he was making his rounds of the shop, a water pitcher in his hand, watering the animals one last time before he flipped the sign to closed. With exquisite pale hands he lifted the lids and opened the doors, removing the bowls and giving the animals affection. They responded to his presence happily, rubbing back against his hand. The noises of the animals and the smell of incense were strong in the shop, none of the outside noise filtered in. It was as if it was it’s own separate universe, removed from the bustling city outside.

Count D finished up the watering, closing the lid on the last lizard with a click and placing the water pitcher back into the closet. He gracefully settled on the couch, and absently petted one of the cats that ran loose and climbed in his lap. Soon he resembled a purring mound of cats. It had been a quiet day. Very few customers had come through his doors, and all had left with only the most mundane pets. Even the Detective had not paid him his usual visits, marked by accusations and sweets. Chris was somewhere in the back of the shop, probably exploring with T-chan. He would have to get to bed soon. The antique clock on the wall clicked closer toward nine, the time he would close. D sighed. After closing, he would make himself some tea, and eat some of those delectable biscuits the Detective had gotten him the day before yesterday, and then retire himself.

But just as D made his way up the stairs to flip the sign, he felt something. A stirring of power, just on the edge of what he could detect throbbed over the currents of the city. It sounded familiar, distinctly draconic. Another Dragon in L.A.? How could it have gotten here? Count D flipped the sign so it read ‘Closed’ and retreated to his couch to think. He simply must pay a visit. It was only polite. But how to find it? L.A. was a large city, it could take weeks to track it down. He sighed. He’d close the shop tomorrow and start his search then.

Kousen Tenshi-Enasni, as his door proclaimed, shifted in the bed. Aaras, noting the man was awake, moved and pressed her snout in the palm of his hand. Smiling, although still with his eyes closed, he found the ridge of harder scales and small horns that made the 'eyebrow' on the small dragon's face, and scratched. Aaras thrummed her pleasure, a dragon's purr, and he rolled over, still scratching. It was morning, as the dragon-opened blinds told him with sunlight across his face.

"I'd guess you are hungry." He said to the dragon, amusement in his voice, scratching her behind the ear-frill hackles. She thrummed harder, and playfully examined his other hand as if thinking that it might make a good snack. With a soft laugh, he picked her up, and from the crook of his arm, she climbed to his shoulder, careful with her claws on his bare skin. The dark-blue pants , not jeans, but similar if less thick, he had worn to bed would suit well for the day, so he only graved a dark violet shirt. Aaras climbed on top of his head as he put that on, not completely unbalancing him, but getting a soft laugh for her efforts. "I would hope you took care opening the curtains." He said to her, as he closed them, tucking his shirt into the double belts with the other hand. Aaras climbed back to his shoulder, curling her tail protectively over the high neck of this shirt, lavender rather than violet, and trilled in agreement. She had used the rope rather than fly. She knew how much it cost them to repair the drapery. Kousen scratched her behind the frills again, hooking his shoes with the other hand. The shoes went to wait by the door, a cloth bag was gathered rather than use one of those plastic ones.

"I can trust you to whistle like an alarm, rather than savage anyone who tried to get in?" Kousen asked the dragon perched on his shoulder. Aaras eyed him, then trilled her agreement, and compromise- she would only attack if, after she whistled and screeched like an alarm, the thief entered. Kousen shook her small clawed forepaw, knowing that the agreement was the best he was going to get from the protective dragon, and plugged in her heat blanket in. with a trill of happiness, Aaras nuzzled his cheek, and licked the bridge of his nose, before gliding to the couch to make a nest of the heated blanket. Kousen watched her make the nest, a smile softening his dark eyes, before gathering a dark coat to wear over the sleeveless shirt.

"I will be back, before dark." He told Aaras, and his reply was the contented croon from the silver form in the tan blanket. He spent another moment getting his shoes on, the belted boots coming up to mid-calf for their double belts, and the shoe itself fitting the shape of his foot well, it would flex with his foot. Kousen left the small apartment, locked it, and by the time he was down on the street, his hands were hooked in his double belt, his bag over one arm. He walked for Down Town China Town.

Despite not being Chinese, or Japanese, the tall man fit in surprisingly well. Crimson haired, paler-than-redhead-pale, wearing a dark blue jacket undone partially to show his dark violet shirt over dark blue pants, he wasn't the strangest person on the streets.

It was more than an hour's walk before he got into Main China Town, walking slowly in the early morning rush to get to work, although he didn't care about the time. He passed a small shop, without a visible door, although the walkway went down stairs, that proclaimed itself to be a pet shop, and kept walking. Aaras preferred human's food-meats.

D spent some of the night preparing a gift to bring to the new dragon. One did not visit such a powerful being without some form of tribute. He was lucky that dragons, especially young ones such as the aura hinted at were fairly easy to please. They were like women, good food and sparkly rocks should be sufficient for a first visit. He had trinkets aplenty, gathered from centuries of business, but he’d have to visit the market tomorrow to find a sufficiently succulent slice of meat. The food he kept for the carnivores wasn’t sufficiently high quality and T-chan would eat his leg if he used his food. So he was faced with no other choice than to retire for the night.

The night passed quickly. His walls blocked the rustlings of the animals, so he slept undisturbed. Rising with the sun, he was determined to get a head start and meet the dragon as soon as possible. But disaster after disaster happened. First it was the hyena’s giving birth unexpectedly, then a gerbil stampede toward freedom, to finally T-chan turning his nose to his dinner, with a harrumph that it was too low class for him. D simply told him he’d have to go hungry for the day. After some whining and pleading, D decided to take the poor animal with him, so he could find something to eat.

After a while selecting a sufficient bauble for the dragon, he flipped the sign to closed and made his way out into the crowded street, T-chan at his side. Chris had gone off to school, and wouldn’t be back until the mid afternoon. The street was bustling, both with Americans coming to gawk at other cultures, and some natives coming to buy food. He’d barely made it three steps down the street before T-chan let out a growl. Dashing ahead, he sunk his teeth into the purple-clad calf of a strange man. D quickly made his way to the red-haired man, and began to apologize.

“I am so sorry for his terrible behaviour! Are you alright?” D spoke quickly, leaning down to try and dislodge the errant totetsu. With a growl, the goat-sheep looking creature released his leg.

Kousen blinked in surprise as a small creature latched its teeth into his leg, and a feminine figure ran up to remove it. Then he realized he should show some reaction to having been bitten, and drew back, eyeing the small... animal. It looked like some sort of long-haired goat, but its paws... Kousen balanced on his un-injured leg, bringing up the bitten calf to look at it, frowning.

".. It is not that deep," He says, eyeing the bloody mouth of the animal. For something that looked mostly plant-eater, it had sharp teeth and strong jaws. "It should stop bleeding soon." Maybe this was a sign from something higher up telling him he should get more clothes, in the modern, and local, fashions. If signs could come in the form of feminine men and angry animals. "I am used to most animals disliking me." Unfortunately, the only spare cloth he had at the moment was one of the long gloves he wore... and wearing just one would make him stand out even more. Should he wait until he could find a restroom, and heal himself? No, someone would notice a bleeding man going in and coming out fine.. So he'd have to deal with it. Slipping his gloves off, Kousen wraps them snuggly about the injured calf, while standing on his other foot. With a grimace – although the cloth was a dark purple, it would take a while to get the stains out, he stands strait again, albeit a tad hesitantly on the injured leg.

"I will be fine." The feminine man seemed rather worried yet, maybe because the small animal had yet to stop growling at him. "I'll clean myself up in a bathroom, finish shopping, and take better care of it at home.." Running a hand back through his hair, he looked down the street. Where was that store again? If it was a lower leg injury, should he be able to walk that far...? Absently, he shifts his weight, and flexes his foot, watching it. It moved well enough. "... More mending, I suppose.." He mutters.