The voices of men and women alike sat at a large black marble dining table, there laughter filling the hall. "Did you hear? Romus accidentally stabbed Davia with a sword in her leg and she didn't even blink" said one sandy blonde haired male his yellow eyes bright and wide as they all got a laugh in at Davia's expense. "I heard she never takes a man to her chambers, maybe that's what she needs. A good romp in the sheets" said chestnut haired women trying to hold in a giggle her, another at the table was about to open his mouth when the sound of Daiva's boots hitting the marble floor sounded off the smooth surface.<br/><br/>Making the occupant's of the large dining table stare and dive into there plates as if cooked pheasant was some gift from the gods. The silence heavy in the room. Davia payed it no mind she knew what her warriors spoke of. Romus was a bit of a clutz but he was her best warrior and the only one of her warriors who acted well not scared. Maybe because Romus had seen and known her as a hatchling. And before the incident. As the memory seeped into her mind she retracted the thought locking it away, not letting the feelings take hold.<br/><br/>With that her eyes looked over the gray food before, breathing in deeply. All she smelled was air, nothing of real note. The food passing her lips her teeth tearing at the flesh of the cooked bird. But all she tasted was ashes. Soon after the meal and leaving her warriors to there duties she made her way to the armory, the light sound of metal and the light hum of talking reached her ears. Her icy eyes glanced over the area. The walls decorated with every weapon from the lands of Atlantis. The Dragon's were both feared and respected as great warriors. Davia noticed a familiar figure.<br/><br/>But her presence had not been ignored Romous with his gold eyes and braided tendrils rushed over, "Ah there you are, I wished to share words with you Davia" he said with his usual bright smile. Davia eyed him for a moment and nodded "Go ahead, what do you need of me Romous?" she asked. Romous wore a smile of excitement "the Vampires have been spotted nearby" he said his eyes eager his medallion's eyes glowing lightly. Davia took in the news. Her expression never really changing, Romous' expression seemed puzzled. "Aren't we going to attack and cut those blood leechers down?!" he said his tone pushing. Davia shook her head "And risk war on us all, I think not. Our forefather's fought them in a great war and it cost us much. I will do what I must to protect our Atlantis. But I will not blindly go off and start a war. This is time for strategy, now go tell the others" she said her orders given. Romous gave a defeated look, but bowed and went on his way.<br/><br/>As Davia's hand glided across a metal blade a sickening feeling crept through her cold and sent chills through her. The mist was calling her again. With purpose in hers step she moved to the lower parts of the Dragon castle, where its warmth and power were not felt in the cold belly of the portal entrance. Her swords laid at the bottom of the stairs her hand gripping them. And as she entered the cave the reflective pool of the portal moved delicately with ripples across its surface. Still the Portals passenger would soon come through, and like the rest they would die at her blade. Poised her blades stood out ready to strike like the dangerous creature she was.  Her icy blue eyes fixed on the portal, it began to tremble. Her eyes narrowed it was near, and with that a human feel to the ground. Davia watched carefully it was a male. Nothing she couldn't handle, but as her eyes took in his sight something changed. As her icy eyes trailed over his body she noticed something she hadn't seen in 200 years. Colors. What in the gods was this creature?