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"Interesting... Thank you, young ones, you may resume your play." he said, leaning back into the bench and observing the statue more. So this is what guarded the humans from Draco now; this Emperor... This seemingly Godly Being, holding back the Gods of Evil by himself... Seemed far-fetched, but then, so too did his own feats.

Standing after a while, it would be revealed to those watching him that he was not Draco; as some first thought - he was much too tall compared to the Shadow Dragon, and his movements were a lot less jagged, and more fluid. His color scheme of course was an entire swap, bright and colorful vs. the dark and dreary of Draco.

As Irral folded his arms behind his back, his eye caught the movement of one of the Servo-Skulls, and quickly his entire head turned to focus on it, staring straight at it with an intense, predatory gaze as he tried to figure out what he was looking at. Those golden, Tainted-by-violet eyes gleamed in the sunlight, and the pupils contracted into tight slits. Yep, he was a Dragon alright. After a second, Irral paid the thing no mind, and went about his business, moseying on down the street at a gentle pace, humming to himself a Draconian Lullaby, the sound of which would soothe the tensions of on-edge parents watching this huge man walk past their children. It let them know that he was not a threat; that he was not here to harm anyone, and that the children were safe.