<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/cb/d3/6dcbd37d72c6071bbec088a752438ac5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Biker helmet, brown T-shirt, and blue jeans.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>13 April 2050, 10AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Raven City Downtown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>It's so good<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong>393 | 2,336<br/><hr/>Destrian was certain that he had left her in the store, talking to herself, but the store’s alarm system had triggered his abrupt departure (damn it). The annoying fae had managed to not only find him in the crowd but catch up to him. He felt warm thinking about using his powers to burst away from her, but he had already ruined a pair of shoes.<br/><br/><strong>Look…I asked for your aide in not to hunt dragons…</strong><br/><br/>The Dragon Slayer instantly stopped and whirled to capture Poppy’s face in the dark reflection of his helmet. She hadn’t wanted to hunt dragons? He didn’t know what had made him angrier, having been lied to or Poppy being typical. When she explained about this being about her stupid human Brett, his hands balled into fists and the flesh of his hands were turning red. The non-draconic side of Destrian’s mouth arched in his rage. This lying, little, slacking…he clenched his eyes closed. Smoke had started seeping from his eyelids. When he opened them again, he saw her holding something out to him. Destrian stared at it for a few seconds. It was a flat, lengthy piece of bread covered in frosting with…were those apples woven in its crust? It was like a pie but then it wasn’t.<br/><br/>Destrian’s lips closed about his human teeth and his hands shakily loosened. With his anger having calmed, he was able to re-process Poppy’s request with a clear mind. She had asked him versus the other two males because she believed he knew more. His fiery eyes flicked up to the sky as he inhaled a breath before releasing it on a sigh that caused his shoulders to slump.<br/><div class="floatright">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/FaintIllustriousIcelandicsheepdog-max-1mb.gif)</div>“Whatever,” Destrian grumbled. He snatched the pastry from her hand and resumed marching down the sidewalk. He clutched the dessert within both of his hands as he stared it through his visor. It felt soft and slightly crispy. He slowly pulled the crust apart and saw the apple chunks and filling glistening like gold in the daylight. A small smile curled on his lips. It looked good. He had one hand crack his visor with the side of his palm, leaving enough space for him to slide one half through. His mouth opened, his black tongue reaching out to draw the pastry into his mouth. His human cheek swelled with the sweet bread as his dragon-like teeth locked closed. Destrian stopped.<br/><br/>It had been apple, and it had been delicious—too delicious to be real. It had actually brought tears to his eyes, but he wasn't going to let Poppy see that. "Lead the way," was all Destrian told her to keep her short-attentioned mind focused on her mission and not him.<br/><br/>