[ There is an old man walking through the shrubbery. For a man that is clearly in pain by the collar, he also appeared to be placid. An proud and regal air follows to the way he walks. His step is cautious and slow, the lines on his face deepening, aging him far more than he actually is.
But there's a cold, almost inhuman look to his eyes. The usual blue changed to a vibrate yellow, the color he usually preferred back in the days of home, as gray-haired elf with golden eyes, in honor of his first-found friends some thousand of years past.
He breathes in and out, a rattling noise, a sound of weakness.
But Aurican learned a thing and two from Darlantan, the master of surprise attacks, the magicless dragon who killed many dragons who were masters of sorcery. ]
Afternoon; Jungle
But there's a cold, almost inhuman look to his eyes. The usual blue changed to a vibrate yellow, the color he usually preferred back in the days of home, as gray-haired elf with golden eyes, in honor of his first-found friends some thousand of years past.
He breathes in and out, a rattling noise, a sound of weakness.
But Aurican learned a thing and two from Darlantan, the master of surprise attacks, the magicless dragon who killed many dragons who were masters of sorcery. ]