When the first of the servants had come to Ruurik to inform him that the "guests" had begun to arrive he assumed he would have some time while they settled in. So when the voice rang out it surprised the dragon, not enough to shatter his concentration but enough for him to not hold himself back against the wooden dummy. The shield bash he had aimed at the wooden target caused it to snap cleanly off the peg and go flying across the training room before bouncing off a wall and falling to the ground. Ruurik tracked the dummy just long enough to make sure that no one was going to get injured by it, as it skidded to a stop on the ground he whistled and an attendant rushed out to help Ruurik remove the heavy plate armor. The heavier armor was something Ruurik was still getting used to, before he lost his wings the dragon prince wore light armor exclusively so as not to hamper his flying. Without the wings the added protection was useful, although Ruurik was mildly annoyed by how much effort it took to don and remove the armor though, he was glad he was able to get his stamina in the armor up before the war had broken out.<br/><br/>"Sorry I hadn't expected for anyone to be settled in yet. Thought I still had some time to train" The dragon called out still not having turned around as the servant dutifully removed his armor. Beneath the ornate red and gold heavy armor Ruurik wore a set of simple, although finely crafted, leather armor that was well-fitted to his muscular frame. As the servant finally unstrapped the shield from Ruurik's arm he flexed his fingers before removing his helmet himself and turning to see who had addressed him. The dragon's fingers tightened around the hilt of the blade he still had in his hand as he saw the angel, he could feel the heat rising in him wanting to lash out, but he managed to reign it in without showing too much outward hostility.<br/><br/><em>Why do they always have to be so damned pretty</em>, Ruurik thought to himself as he finally handed off his sword to the servant who began rushing all of the gear back to the dragon prince's room. Looking upon the angel's beauty Ruurik's mind briefly flitted to the woman that had been the greatest loss he faced, the dragon would happily have given his wings if they hadn't taken her from him too. Ruurik had been the first dragon to couple with an angel, from what he understood the angels feared what might be birthed if their union bore fruit and so she was cut down and he was charged with her corruption. At the very least that is what he had been told at his "trial" if you could call being savagely tortured for months on end before finally taking his wings, a trial. Ruurik was told he was lucky they wished to keep the peace with the mortal realm or else he would have been slain as well, occasionally Ruurik wished they had killed him instead. The fins on the dragons head flapped slightly as he tried to dislodge the memories from his head, only managing to push them to the back of his mind, he had no doubt the thoughts would resurface when he was caught in the night's silence.<br/><br/>"And you must be Valsefiel", Ruurik stated dismissively deciding not to be baited by the angel. The dragon prince had recieved a dossier on each of the chosen representatives for the accords, containing all the knowledge the dragons had gathered, many of the dossiers were disappointingly sparse. Valsefiel's was one of the sparser records, the dragons knew nothing of her origins or her life before the angels invaded the mortal coil, before the invasions the dragons were more than content to leave the other realms to their own business. Since the invasion though they had managed to learn quite a bit about the angels and demons, although much of it came secondhand from Fae secret brokers. What Ruurik did know of Valsefiel was that she was refered to as the Harvester of Finality, a silly title as far as he was concerned, Ruurik also knew that she wasn't exactly one of heaven's favored. After reading her dossier he was fairly positive the angels had sent her simply to be rid of her, whether temporarily or permanently was still yet to be seen. Ruurik did take some solace in the fact that her presence meant that when the war resumed, as he was certain they were beyond if's at this point, that Valsefiel wouldn't be leading troops into battle. When the time came he looked forward to getting his large hands around that pretty little throat of hers, assuming he would get the chance considering what the guardsmen had been ordered to do.<br/><br/>"Were you in need of something from me?" Ruurik questioned as he approached the angel, not even noticing the minor difference in height. As he approached the angel might begin to notice a strange scent, it was not sweat, for dragons didn't even have sweat glands after they reached the draconic stage. The scent was strange sweet, yet spicy with a warm, smoky aroma that was strangely refreshing, it was the dragon's natural scent, every dragon had one and each was unique, although some families scents shared some similarity. To the best of Ruurik's knowledge most angels viewed him as naught but a corrupter of angelic innocence, if there even was such a thing, the rest looked at him as a dangerous beast that needed to be put down.