<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hCIHvtq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zarik Xambria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300764.msg14711544#msg14711544)<br/><strong>Time/ Day:</strong>2:00 AM January, 1st 2000<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Island (Beach)<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>~Heroes/Heroines~ Speaking to Dragon<br/><hr/><br/>Zarik Was quite afraid that the dragon could kill him, but who cared at this point. His life had been ruined. All the hard work that he had put into his fighting career was gone. He had been taken from the one fight that had meant so much to him over the past few years. Zarik looked up the dragon anger overriding sense.  “Your loss dragon. Kill me and you must champion another, and by the sounds of it you don’t have that kind of time. So kill me, or don’t, not my problem. But give me a straight answer. The visions, were they things to come? If so how long. Why were we selected? What was it that made us the chosen? How long do we have till we are going be be thrust into risking our lives for a planet that wouldn’t want our help in the first place?”<br/><br/>Zarik stood defiant against the dragon. His words were much stronger than his constitution at the moment. If someone would look into his eyes they would see nothing but anger and fear reflected back at them. This didn’t stop the man from locking eyes with the dragon and awaiting a response. As he stood there his hands and feet began to grow warmer, and began to itch.<em> “What the fuck was this? Was it the Dragon?”</em>His mind asked the question he would refuse to voice. Even if it was the dragon he wasn’t going to give in. He stood there arms crossed defiantly looking at the beast before him. Had he bothered to look down at his hands he would have seen the warms he had felt was actually flames licking along his hands and about halfway back his forearms. His legs would also be wreathed in flames all the way to his knee. While his shoes had melted off, his shorts were undamaged by the flames. Everywhere the flames touched his skin had changed to what looked like vibrant red scales shimmering in the fire. His fingers seemed to grow claws, as did his feet.  So set on questioning the dragon, he never looked down to notice.