What Sage said was true- indeed the edge, cloaked in mist and now become a land of fable and of legend for Mirage, was full of dragons. Not all had claws, nor scales, nor the broad wings- but still, within every heart was bravery difficult to match.

From the skies the dragon had watched as Mirage slayed her opponent; the dragon watched as the Qian fought back those they had taken the land from, and watched as they emerged victorious once again. This dragon, a lord of dragons but no king or queen, had not a doubt throughout, instead watching with a quiet and vivacious pride as it's own distant draconic family fought and waged war with all the ferocity of a much larger opponent (although without doubt they were, already, incredibly intimidating despite their more diminutive size.) He went unnoticed, perhaps due to the distraction of battle, despite his large size and savage jeweled eyes.

'He' was a dragon of roughly six feet tall, with claws that sunk deep into the earth and chewed up the ground, all hard muscle bound in a raiment of thick, glorious bronze scales that shimmered with a lustrous shine that changed faint colors. The beast had translucent wings that could blot out the sky, clapped in pulsating veins and almost grotesquely chiseled muscle. His long, serpentine tail curved around him, coming to a razor, ivory point that could easily sheer through trees. His face was cleanly cut, almost horse-like, but with a number of large horns, Spines ran down his back, and smoke rose from his nostrils perpetually. Between his claws old meat festered and rotted, unable to be cleaned out- but despite this, overall his image was one of magnificence and raw savagery.

He watched as the battle trickled to a halt and those with horns on their heads fled.

With a rumbling growl, the plates of his natural armour locked tightly into place (rather like a roman battleshield line) while still retaining a fluidity. The dragon lord, named Iqueris, was young, only thirteen years of age. Still, he watched over his draconic brethren with careful eyes that missed nothing.

The dragon's wings bend the treetops, swirling the leaves as he descends from the sky to the edge of the cliffs, questioning eyes finding the palomino mare he sought. He landed with a thud that shook the earth. More soil and rocks tumbled from the edge into oblivion as he moved forth towards Sage, huge wings folding to his flanks with a soft rustling sound rather like musty paper. Smoke curled from his nostrils, and warmth pulsated off him. Deep scratches bore into the earth where he stepped.

"Hullo," Iqueris rumbles curiously, sparkling copper eyes shining with an odd light.