<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dragon Slayer Armor w/ Hooded Cloak<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Parental Discretion Advised</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Inbetween savaging his meal, Pharon would take the time to answer his savior. He didn't know the challenge was timed, but at the rate he was going it didn't really matter much, so he could take a few seconds here and there to fill her in. "That is <em>exactly</em> it. We are the King's personal Knights, as well as the first and last line of defense against the Dragons. We slay them so they will leave our homes be, but if they come for us there...we slay them all the same. Also that's correct, a Dragon's Heart is capable of bestowing the one who eats it with immense, inhuman power and abilities. It's our only way to combat death on wings." Another portion of his meal disappeared after he stopped talking, only to pause and guzzle down all his drink and request another. <br/><br/>"There are many who would proclaim themselves "King" in my lands. Men and Women both with crowns and land and soldiers and wealth. But it all pails in comparison to our King. If they call themselves King, then he would be Emperor." He pondered the word "President" for a moment, but then realization crashed into him and he slammed his fist into his palm hard enough to cave a man's skull in. "I know that word! A leader with great, but limited power within an organization or group of people. My tribe has long since lived in proximity to the Free Union of Orkolus. They have no King, but <em>elect</em> a leader, and then there are checks and balances to his power to make sure he does not abuse it. It works differently from the Kingdom, but very similar to my people's way of doing things." <br/><br/>After that final back and forth, Pharon gobbled away the rest of his platter and whooped loudly after literally licking the plate clean of every last crumb, morsel, and bit of grease on the surface. He wanted more, but Brooke sheepishly told him they'd run out of food. He wasn't surprised as this sort of thing had happened before, so he decided to win with grace. "I AM FULL!!!...<em>enough</em>," he shouted to the crowd, only letting the last part slip out because his hunger was beyond mortal understanding. <br/><br/>He was then asked to take a picture, and as he posed for it, the bright flash caused his glittering purple eyes to dilate widely in the frame. "It's not your fault they ran out of food, as I said, I've eaten enough to get my by for now. Come, show me the way." He picked up her second beer with a nod of thanks and skulled the entire thing with a single mighty upside down pour, then slammed it back on the table and walked away with her towards her motorcycle. It was even easier to move now that he had food in his stomach, and with a look that said "lead the way", he began pushing the bike alongside Brooke toward her home. <br/></span><br/>