The morning light cast over Kirill's form, warming his bare chest as he stared across the misty skies towards the bursting orb of heat. The Sentinel sat atop the main structure of the Citadel, right at the peak wear a long turret struck into the sky. He gripped the harsh roofing below him, his long fingers and toes helping him stay aloft. Kirill loved to witness the moment between day and night, when they sky was still in transition. He loved the smell of the morning air, the purity behind an untarnished day. Although it would be much better in the snow, Kirill still found he could enjoy these mornings.
Kirill missed his homeland, even if he had been an outcast to his people. They hate shunned him when he was revealed to be a Sentinel, a beast in their eyes. But apart from their hateful words and horrible actions, Kirill had payed them no mind. He did not care about what others thought, especially the individuals who held no power. They were like squabbling rats to him, morsels of meat that he could easily rid of. No, what he truly missed was the rolling hills of pure white, the peaks that rose up in the distance, and the way a sunny day still chilled you right to the bone. He missed the way his breath wafted from his lips, how his fingers turned to ice if he kept his gloves off for too long. As beautiful as the Citadel was, there was far less snow in this place....far less purity.
In the midst of the rolling mist, Kirill could spot one of his fellow Sentinel flying with her Vanguard, the green of her scales shining bright as the lifting sun grew brighter. Kirill loved to practice in the morning light with his partner, but they had not reserved the track for today. At the thought of Eshe, Kirill blinked and glanced back at the sun. It was now fully above the cliffs, a perfect circle sitting atop the horizon. He was to meet his Vanguard at the practice field at sunrise and he hated to make her wait. Slowly and carefully Kirill stood, making sure to keep his bare feet curled around the dangerous perch. A light breeze flew by, ruffling his messy white hair and white linen pants. He huffed, breathing in the air deeply before turning and walking along the tip of the roof.
The sparring field they had chosen was a quick fly from the rooftop. Kirill stood at the edge, looking down at the few people that were moving around below. His cloudy blue eyes followed their various movements before he released a gust of air and let his body plummet.
In mid fall, Kirill released his human skin the done the body of a dragon. It appeared that it could have hurt, but Kirill thought of it as the best feeling on Earth. At first his body glowed dimply, building upon itself before he was like a rezoning beckon of glowing blue ice. Then it burst from his skin, tearing apart the human body he wore. The light continued to grow, quadrupling in size before it slowly solidified and diminished. In the place oft he light was the massive body of a blue scaled dragon, long bat-like wings folding against his body to continue his dive.
He spread them right before he hit the ground, sending out a hawk like screech of exhilaration. The few people below screamed and fell to the ground to avoid his massive form as he glided above them. He chuckled at the sight of the cowering humans, then lifted his massive wings once more to propel him him high above the buildings. He beat his wings twice before angling his long scaly body towards the sparring fields, before tucking his wings in once more to dive. Kirill's dragon form was built for speed, so while he was massive in size, he was by no means hefty. His serpent like body cut through the air currents, his long tail propelling him down in a perfect dive.
The sparing ground came faster then he would have liked, forcing him to spread his wings as far as they could to catch the wind and stop him mid dive. The massive membranes filled with air, slowly him down instantly. He hovered mid flight, searching the ground for his partner but not spotting her. With a snort, he folded his wings and let his body fall to the ground, catching himself on his long lizard like legs. Kirill twisted his head around, looking around the arena for Eshe and finally deeming her not present.
'Your late...' He growled out, using his Mind Snare ability to send a telepathic communication to his Vanguard. They had set up the connection long ago so that Kirill did not have to request permission to speak to her. The massive dragon turned his head to face the direction he could sense his partner in, awaiting her response and appearance.