War, chaos, and fire. A dragon King forged in a times of ruin. Vulthuryol had been groomed to be royalty, harsh and without relent. Though, he'd not meant to start such a large scale war. Elixia's pitiful husband was truly annoying, but how was Vul to know he'd crisp up from a simply breath of flame? It mattered not now, as war between his kingdom of Dragons and Elixia's foolish elves was in full swing.

It had been a reprieve to venture beyond his castle, War Room left behind for the first day in months. It was a simple patrol he'd taken over, where all he had to do was walk the border between Ashhaven and Lod. What he'd not been expecting was a human, nearly a mile into his land. His piercing yellow eyes narrowed upon the human, the golden star symbolizing their status of healer.

"Wandering into my realm, no permits visible, no dragon escort. Are you brave or just an absolute buffoon?" He sneered, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Guards, thind their hands. We don't know if this is a spy or a magik user, and I'd rather not take the chance." He speaks with authority to his soldiers, his gaze never falling from the human before him.

"I have no use for humans. Give me one reason not to end you here and now." He hisses as he glances away. They didn't seem to be a threat, but he certainly didn't enjoy the odd tingle in his fingertips their soft eyes gave him.