Nathair soupira avec soulagement que l'homme partit pour ses corvées. Sind a eu des moments difficiles avec la plupart des humains. La peur de l'être humain avait été quelque chose que son entraîneur avait fait s'imbiber en lui dès sa naissance. Cependant, même les dragons, surtout les plus âgés, le rendaient tout aussi mal à l'aise. Ils semblaient le considérer comme une sorte de traître à la dragonnerie.
Il lui avait fallu du temps pour être à l'aise même avec Mel. Il pouvait se rappeler à quel point il était difficile pour lui de parler à ces premiers jours. C'était beaucoup plus dur de parler après tant de mois dans la nature. Bien que Mel ait finalement réussi à percer sa coquille, elle avait un moyen avec la plupart des dragons. Sind n'était pas une exception et n'avait pas d'autre choix que de la réchauffer.
"La pratique Mmm semble bonne. J'ai déjà déjeuné pendant mon vol. J'ai réussi à attraper un écureuil ou quatre et quelques oiseaux divers sur le chemin. Rien ne vaut un petit déjeuner de délicieux écureuil frais zappé le matin. Sympa et croquant" a dit Sind. "Qu'avez-vous prévu pour aujourd'hui?" Il lui a demandé. "Je suis presque sûr que je peux gérer un bon ciseau roulant. Alors, pourquoi ne pas essayer quelque chose de plus compliqué" a-t-il demandé, avec les yeux étincelants d'excitation.
Name: Dracul
Age: Closes in on the 400 years old mark 
Gender: Male
    
   
Personality: A kind but strict nature, adept of using the carrot and stick method to discipline those he thought of being worthy to be accepted as his riders. Won't shy from using sarcasm and caustic remarks. But always smiling...always...
Short Biography: While it remains true that humans only discovered the Dragon 's Realm only recently. Older dragons have been visiting the Humans for ages, thou always in human form and hiding their distinct feature. Such a dragon was Dracul, at the time the war started he was in the mountains of the human realm training with a hermit in the ways of the sword. He had heard nothing of the war until about a year ago when he descended from the mountains to return home. At that moment he learned about his kin's demise. He bit down his vengeful urges and decided to change the future of his kin through more subtle ways. Thus he voluntarily walked into the headquarters of a known mercenary guild and asked to be signed up. Thou the face of the White Dove's official upon learning he was a dragon was priceless...
Abilities :
Wind blast: Compresses the within his lungs, then shoots it forth as bolt. Upon touching any surface it decompresses violently. The uses of this vary according to the amount of air gathered. From an almost instant gust of air good only to flip some skirts. To charged blasts strong enough to destabilize dragons in flight.
Dragon's Roar: An deafening roar that draws attention upon his presence. Weak willed opponents will turn tails and flee or even loose their will and just slump to the ground. Those whose will are strong enough to keep fighting will make Dracul their main target. This attack can either be used as a untargeted AOE around the dragon or wide dragon breath. The only difference being it's effective range.
Battōjutsu: A technique learned over the course of his long life. Implemented in his Dragon for as well as in his human form. In human form it make full use of the sword strapped to his waist. In dragon form he uses the hardened claw on his folded wing as a sword tip. And wields them as such, lunging and at incredible speeds.
Rider:
Other: I'm a good "man" with bad intentions...