Chariot de Scorio
Chariot ran, with blood lingering on his sword. His red eyes flickered, his elegant body avoiding the trees. His red cape flowed behind him as halted to a stop. He felt eyes on him. Growling, Cariot turned on his heel, red eyes scanning the trees for evidence of life.
He had just entered into the dark forest, in order to escape assassins. He was hoping to reach the wastelands in two, maybe three days at the pace he was to travel at. His age was young for a dragon, so Chariot played against the assassins as a child to an adult.
He had finally found the source of his watcher, the sky. He glared up wards, his sword becoming warm in his gloved hand. He could tell it was a half breed, however was still weary.