Alaxander watched her stalking faster toward him. Just looking at her as she stood there menacingly at him. His eyes stayed locked onto his own. He actually felt like she was piercing his body and staring straight at his soul. Like she was inspecting it with a fine tooth comb. In a way it was exciting. He had heard of this gaze but never encountered anyone who had had it done to them. The dragon soul gaze was an old technique used by dragons who were not raised from the egg up. It was not very common anymore as a lot of riders tended to raise the dragon from egg up. He had the courage to stand up for himself. He knew when to acknowledge he was defeated. He had the strength to hold on a saddle for a dragon even though he had never done so. He heard that some dragon riders also went bare back on the dragon and just held onto the dragon with their legs. He knew when to keep a secret a secret and if it wasn't his place to tell then not a word of it would escape his lips.<br/><br/>He watched her break the gaze and roar in his face. He heard the strength and challenge in that nonthreatening roar. He stood up and looked her square in the face after she blotted the sun out. Keeping his gaze on her. He saw the impressions on her form and knew what he was getting into. He wanted to get into it. Now he would have a purpose for existing. He let out a loud roarish sound and stood up to her. Not breaking eye contact. He then sent her a strong but kind look that told he was accepting her challenge. That if she would have him he was hers to have for a rider. He wondered if she was one of those very rare multi-shifter dragons. The ones that had a human form along with any other form they so chose to take. He was waiting now to see what she did.