tyrath

The Dragon Prince had been intrigued when he'd spotted his little sister leave the throat, bottomless crimson pits had watched until she was nothing more than a blur and flaming wings being guided across the bridge. Curious, but it wasn't as though he was surprised by it, he'd drifted far and wide when he'd been small. All of his siblings appeared to have that wonderlust, here and then gone as the next moment appeared. Zhu, Kid and even Sabre were now no more than grains in Time's hourglass, and he waited for the inevitable switch which would bring them back to the fold again.

Only, he'd drifted into danger more often than not. If it hadn't been for his father, and the magic he'd been born blessed with, he would of perished that day. She had left without their father's protect, and the realization that his sister may or may not have had the magic to defend herself spurned him into motion. He'd grown somewhat used to the pain which licked at his hide as he burned away, replaced by the magnificence that was visage of a dragon. Gilded, iridescent wings easily caught the frostfall wind as he jumped into the air, higher and higher until he was no more a golden speckle among the clouds.

If she did end up in trouble, or in the company of something or someone Tyrath didn't like the look of, no one would of expected a dragon to dive out of the sky to her defense.


Where could she be going? The though echoed through his mind as his scaled head tilted, churning pits of crimson kept an eye on her splashed form. Even as the sand changed to tree's he remained airborne, if it was summer then he would be forced to land, but the sparse dappled branches provided him with the ability to at least see her shape. He'd almost settled on an answer to his earlier question until she changed directions, southward, just at the right angle that would take her to the Veins.

Was she going to see the Gods? His interest wholly flamed again, he angled to dive downward, wings pulled against his side as he dropped gracefully to the ground. Only at the last second they snapped open, his scaled hind legs outstretched to thump against the volcanic dirt beneath their ivory talons. "Vezér." His voice wasn't quite the same as it used to be, but enough to be recognized, if not — surely the magic which illuminated his rib cage and erupted from his spine in crackled flames would give him away. The Skull marked boy searched the area around them to see if any were around, content by the lack of company, he turned his attention back to his sister.


"Come to see the Gods?" He questioned, head tipped a fraction to the side while he spoke. The chains on his horns swayed to one side with the motion. The Prince assumed that their father might not have elaborated on the mythical and divine of their home, far too much to take in and far too much to understand for some youngsters. But if his sister had come this far, her elder brother assumed she was old enough to at least learn the basics of the divines she would call down this day, if she wanted — if she could. It would also aid him, if their father had left that golden nugget out of their conversations, his grandfather had told him to teach others about him, what better way than to start with your own blood? "There are four you know." He added with a draconian grin. "Do you know about them?"


"Talk."

This is the Hour of Twilight,

and all will burn