Kiitani heard his voice, and slowly turned her head to see him standing there on all fours, his muzzle spattered in blood. She stood with a hand still on the child who looked at Draekin in confused horror. Many did, blood being a color they seldom saw.<br/><br/>Twisting so that she stood upright, with her head held high in authoritative defiance to his age. Age was nothing to a Mystic, they were breed to carry authority to themselves, and others should they have willed it so. Here, they had willed it so, at least before they had.<br/><br/><br/>"Draekin" her tongue was held by the sight of the blood on him. At last, Kittani, the Bird man stood before him, his demeanor strong. "Drakin, Where has that blood come from, what right have you to blood on your face. It disgraces he Nation that you come like this among us." He stood tall, his arms folded in front of him and his chin up.