Name: Vercingetorix<br/>Current form : Human<br/>Players Nearby : ??<br/>Location: Southern face of the dragons’ mountain<br/><br/>He always felt right when he sat upon the worn stones of his personal perch, the unceasing wind causing his hair to stir casually, the bite of it making him feel comfortable even though he wore little. It must have been the dragon blood that kept him warm, insulated him at heights that would probably kill the lesser creatures of this world. His broad back resting against a slanted stone face, he relaxed and listened to the faint song of the wind in his ears. It had taken him several years to find this particular perch so high up on the side of the mountain but he truly felt like he had achieved something great when at last he had found it.<br/><br/>The sound of air under wing caught his attention and he smirked, certain that one of his clutch mates was about. It did cause a slight stirring within him, a deep seeded instinct to take his true form and to join whoever was in flight, to race through clouds with the scent of rain ever present. He shrugged it away though; content to sit upon his perch, his legs hanging out over empty air, his gaze regarding the distant horizon with curiosity. There was something out there, in that unknown world, that had called to him ever since he had wandered out into the sunlight but he had never found the nerve to go in search of it. Ever had it been clear, at least from his mother, that to wander from the nest was to dance in the company of death, and her wrath. He really wasn’t sure which the worst fate was. A sigh slipped from his lips and he shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps someday…<br/><br/>