<div class="floatleft">(http://img600.imageshack.us/img600/2416/yebyheise.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tatsuo<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of the cave<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Trey<br/><br/>Tatsuo was returning home from being out looking for a prospective new spaces to make his own nest. It was about time since he was 240 years old, that he look for his own dwellings. He didn't mind the solitude at all, but this place had always been home for him. It was a place of comfort, if not quiet. The outside world didn't really appeal to him anyway, but these were the customs of his kin and he would abide by them. It was always something he prided himself on, that he was able to follow the wishes of his parents.<br/><br/>Today had not been a successful venture, however, and he returned with little to show for his efforts. Sure, he could do as some other dragons did and live among human races, disguised as them, but Tatsuo felt nothing but contempt for them. They weren't his people. Their scent was different. It was all wrong.<br/><br/>As he walked towards the nest, Tatsuo noticed someone sitting too close to his home. It could be a human, or one of his brothers or sisters in human form. He observed the man, and from the scars, he figured that it was a warrior. Tatsuo couldn't risk transforming into his dragon form now. If it was a normal human, he'd be exposing his kind to them. Slowly, Tatsuo approached, testing how close he could get before being noticed. His steps were light so that a human may not pick up the sound of his footsteps, but a dragon might. His hand was on his sword, ready to take it out if needed.