The dragon roared again, now only about fifty feet overhead, the supposed Dragoon getting into a defensive stance now and calling out to the descending dragon anthro.<br/><br/>"Ushok majha, Aran! Ghaf univo Uzuyoki marun Ikao, jaho mau tuul!" she said loudly and proudly, before a deep, soft male voice replied.<br/><br/>"Stop using elementary Draconic, my dear. Use your big girl words, I know even a twat like you can use them." he said, finally landing upon the ground before the Dragoon, standing between her and Din. He was a figure of perfection. Golden scales shone in whatever light there was, a long silver mane tied in a ponytail with velvet cloth. Large red wings folded against his back, his tail swishing back and forth in an almost hypnotic pattern. Most everything about him was human save for the dangerous black claws on his hands and feet and the draconic head that carried his deep, black, almost sinister looking eyes. He wore a pair of baggy black pants to keep himself decent but nothing else, showing off the physical perfection of his form, though he seemed a little too thin. He carried a small black pipe in a hand, putting it to his lips and inhaling before lowering it and exhaling, a ring of smoke leaving his lips. He didn't even have to light the pipe. He turned back to look at Din. "Are you alright, child?" he asked, catching the mysterious woman's spear without looking as she tried to decapitate him while he was distracted.