Fenris's Story

She looked at him "I know. I'm going to stay here. Your right. She will get angry and attack if I show up. Dragons are not all bad." She said. "Just go. I'll watch over this place." She said to him. "Go to the cliff side you must hurry. " She said her eyes begging him to move.

(( Crud i got to go..drivers ed be back at...3 hours. ))

Lukas kept his wary look, watching the dragon's movements carefully, a moment of a pained look as she replied to his questions before it disappeared. The mythical dragon was awing and hard to tear away his eyes from, whether by admiration or fear, he didn't understand, but the pains in his scar and birthmark kept bugging his mind, making his vision slightly fussy from trying to withstand the pain. He countered, "I am aware that there are records of dragons not all being brutal and quick-tempered, and would get what they desire if needed by both patience and carefully considered planning."

Lukas stayed where he was, not making any movement towards the crossbow feet away. He'd be only lucky if he could manage to wield it properly. There wasn't any need with violence, and because of his deep ties with all creatures, with the exception of humans of course, he couldn't find any fiber of being in himself to raise a hand in any harm towards the dragon before him, even with his bitterness towards them due to his past. "Do not take any offense in my words, mythical one," he didn't stammer like he thought he would by saying something that sounded silly even to his own ears. "But it's hard to believe that with what the reputation of most dragons are, I cannot any chances, and I require my life to continue." He didn't want to mention about his father, whom Lukas could only assume was still out there somewhere, lost. It wasn't any of her business, nor need to know.

Lukas stared in shock. How does she know th-.. oh. A moment later his firm, blank gaze was fixed into back in place as he realized that perhaps she may have picked up on something, or that his body language was more than obvious. Her grabbed at the old scar harder, framing a small outline of his shoulder in his hand through the cloth. ".. I have no commentary to that." He didn't provide her with a clear answer to whether or not he was, in worry that if she knew of any disadvantage, she put it to use to gain something, still suspicious, despite the churning in his stomach of how purely good-intentional she seemed. It seemed to have gotten dark as the moon became hidden momentarily, casting no moonbeams upon the two figures.

He held an even bigger look of shock that stayed on his face when she mentioned his father. How did she know of his father? What wizardry was this?! Despite having a general knowledge of Dragons, even the textbooks that he received this information from were not very detailed and was quite limited. ".. How.. how do you know about my father?" It slightly relieved him to know that she wasn't one capable of fire breath, but it still scared him to know that she knew of his situation and he focused mainly onto that point. Lukas stared at the white scaled dragon before him with a dumbfounded-struck expression.

He felt a small pull at his heart with a twinge of hope and hopelessness of losing or finding his father - torn between the two, as her tried to pull his eyes away to stare at his hands, and then then the crossbow, before back to his hands - which seemed to tremble slightly by now - and to the dragon again. "And.." he took a moment to pause. "And if not a fire breathing dragon, what are you capable of, mythical one?" He asked, cautious to know what just what he was up against if he ever decided to make a break for it. His expression was still on his face though - to that of surprise.