[ There's something about this man that pricks at Wrathion's draconic senses. Some lingering magical presence, and something else underneath. He has been exposed to something? It reminds him of something, but he cannot quite place it in the moment. Still, it draws him slowly forward toward the man, and he finds himself standing next to him as he prompts with a question.
Wrathion blinks his red eyes, squints sideways at him. ]
The latter two aspects have admittedly put the concept from my mind entirely.
[ He finds it terribly hard to think of them as attractive when he knows what they're capable of. ]
The Crossing (feel free to smell that Wrathion is inhuman if you think he should be able to)
Wrathion blinks his red eyes, squints sideways at him. ]
The latter two aspects have admittedly put the concept from my mind entirely.
[ He finds it terribly hard to think of them as attractive when he knows what they're capable of. ]