<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate( ) Endurance(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.(X) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(6)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>4(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>The rumble of Draken's laughter shivered through the room like thunder, it did rather<em>more</em>then that to Fox's bosom. "You've never felt my cold yet M'Lady! But it seems you've fire enough regardless!"<br/><br/>His eyes twinkled icy blue through his helmet. "Hates loosing her freedom? As much as a cat perhaps? She may never<em>stay</em>, but give her a<em>collar</em>and a<em>home</em>and I dare say she'll return often enough! I did choose the word 'pet' for a reason...<em>Pet</em>." He laughed again as one cold finger rose to gently tap her on the nose as it began to gently snow around him, his aura no warmer or colder then ever but somehow...lighter.