Cyne looked at Elara in disbelief as she talked. Dragons, the skeletal figure that lay before him, assumed a form not unlike his own to breed? Using mortals such as humans, possibly even vampires, to introduce variety into their bloodlines in hope of longevity. That sounded nearly absurd. How capable were these creatures if they easily and specifically chose to breed outside of their own species? That'd be like Cyne trying to have children with Elara to have longer living children. Absurd.<br/><br/>Then she started speaking about mages growing in power while the dragons declined. The amount of power a single mage would require in order to cause magical stagnation of an entire realm... The amount of energy required, even just the thought process of that was outstanding to Cyne, and suddenly, the realm's appearance and aura started to make a lot more sense. The war zones had been scorched by magic and soaked in blood, and had become unrecognizable, just as a war between two realms. The thought of the potential to do that to an entire realm horrified him. Even as curious as he was, he never wanted to witness that kind of power.<br/><br/>"Elara, I'm sorry this has happened to your realm. The damage done to our battlefronts pale in comparison. I'm sorry magic has been misused, to the misfortune of your people."<br/><br/>He looked down, slightly disappointed in the very blood that ran in his veins. He'd always been more of a pacifist, choosing compromises over conquering. It's why he had no issue trading himself to save his country men. Not only was it logaical, but safer. For his people. It was his duty as the prince of the kingdom to protect, even if it meant with his life. Yet, he never imagined that the blood line he'd use to protect his people had so powerfully and violently destroyed another. That destruction ran through him. It made up his very being, and that was something he didn't like to think.<br/><br/>Walking back over to the skeletal dragon, he laid his free hand onto the massive skull, and held his hand there. In a way, he was connected to this legendary creature. This was possibly one of the very first to have mage children, the men and women that would be his ancestors. The bone felt strong under his own skin. Clearing his mind, he tried to just read the texture under his flesh. He imagined the creature in more detail this time, a majestic beast, standing tall and proud. Wings outstretched, breathing elemental chaos. Then shrinking down, scales becoming skin, claws becoming hands. He imagined a beautiful person, one to fit the essence of a dragon. Even just imagining it in his own mind, he awed.