Jhaqo stood silently watching the large black dragon as it settled down somewhere near them but out of sight, that must mean the Queen is close by. About time, they had been  waiting here for a couple of minuets now and to be honest the others 'chosen' was giving him second thoughts about coming here. It was bad enough it was a Queen to begin with, but two of the chosen were women. Now he was the last of his tribe that would ever tell a woman what to do, but this was serious business and generally women did not make great leaders and fighters. Still he would rather take the woman than the man to his left that was apparently trying to be be funny or was really that big of an idiot to be flirting with the two women in the group.<br/><br/>He groaned inwardly and continued to look in the area he had last seen the black dragon. He truly was magnificent. He wonder where Mwerevu was right now? He was perhaps the only dragon rider that arrived here without a dragon. It got some strange looks, a laugh or two, he couldn't care less. He never told her what to do, Mewerevu was unlike the other dragons here in a sense she did what she wanted and as they had neared the city she had landed and lowered herself on the ground and make it clear he was to get off. He did without question, if she wanted to do something, she would. So he made his way into the city on his own two feet, but he knew she would not go too far.<br/><br/>His eyes traveled back to the front when the Queen finally entered. He observed her carefully, she carried herself with pride and composure, her steps certain and strong, not like one would think of one with her dainty build. He listened as the Queen introduced herself and nearly gave a snort of laughter when she said her beast was a wanderer, no he wasn't if she wants to see wandering she should meet Mwerevu. As if the thought had summoned her the grey dragon made her appearance  above the arena, staying a respectable distance but let out a soft noise of question. Jhaqo put his fingers to his lips and let out a loud whistle and Mwerevu turned to settle down outside the arena by the dragonpit.<br/><br/>Jhaqo looked back at the Queen.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b8312f">"My apologies Highness. Mwerevu likes to, how you put it, wander. Jhaqo of the Shujaa tribe." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">he said with a slight bow of his head<br/>
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Bailor stood in the arena with a self assured and cocky little grin on his face. He had seen this area so many times from the windows as a child, who knew he would actually ever get in here. He winked at one of the women that had been chosen who happened to make eye contact with him. Who knew death could be so pretty? He was actually surprised to be 'chosen' even if he haven't seen the Queen at the tournament once, he was an <i>okay </i>fighter, not great, not good enough to be chosen for this group, he had only entered to see who would, what dragons they had, who they were, where they were from. You know information. <br/>
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Yet even though he had lost his last fight, he was told to stay behind as well. Perhaps the Queen had a brain after all. Though probably not, they just listened because of her big ass dragon. He looked up at the walls surrounding the arena. Prince was laying on it, clearly trying to look cute for the people around and judging by the fact he was chewing something, someone did. He was getting bigger, and he was still young, a child by dragon standards. He gave a smile as he thought back at the tournament, Prince had sniffed out another dragon his size, a white creature he must have assumed was his age and wanted to play. Turns out the dragon was just small and prince spent the rest of the time trying his best to irritate the snot out of the creature.<br/>
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He looked up as the Queen entered, he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Late? Really? Was she being cute, she was on time, a few minuets is not fuckin late. He jumped slightly when the muscled brute let out a whistle. Oh look at that, he does have a dragon, he was starting to think he was conning them. <br/>
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He frowned, Jhaqo?, what a dumb name, all brown now brain no doubt, but charm Bailor, charm. He put on his biggest smile. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">"From the Shujaa? My, my, your reputation draws people from far and wide it seems." </span>he gave and extravagant bow ,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">"Bailor at your service my Queen" </span>