<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;"> Brook seemed like she wanted to try and get him more food, but was nervous about the potential results. "I appreciate it, but if it's just the one plate that's fine too, as long as I can eat something." They were brought two beers after, and Brook being the lovely woman she was, slid the second over to him. He smiled wide and nodded his thanks to her, noting in his head to pay her back for all her kindnesses when he could. As he guzzled down his second beer, slower this time so he could savor the flavor, Brook received her food. It looked like an adorable snack platter to get the stomach prepared for the real meal. "That looks delicious. I hope it's not the special meal that was promised though, seems rather...<em>small</em>," he trailed off as the smell reached his nose. The actual platter of food came after the scent invaded his nostrils, and if he'd had utensils in his hands he might have crushed them because of his food lust.<br/><br/> The man who delivered the food told him that it was five and a half pounds, and he had forty-five minutes to finish to be considered a "winner". He did love to win, so even though he didn't know what victory entailed, he knew it came by slaughtering the meal in front of him. Standing up, he bowed his head to the meal in front of him, then threw his hands up high above head. "Ancient Spirits of the Mo'Sai!" His voice suddenly rose high and he punched his fists together so hard it sounded like some sort of terrifying, more violent alternative to a clap. "I dedicate my coming victory to the glory of our people! AOOO!!!" With his antics causing the people ready for the challenge to instinctively take a step back, he had enough room to do a war dance of sorts that would remind the Earth people of Maori Haka's, and finished with one last loud whoop. <br/><br/>The people hadn't been prepared for Pharon, but whatever his deal was, they were here for it now. Phones started coming out and people started cheering once he sat back down. Before he started, Brook needed to talk to someone so he waited patiently for her to return. "Take your time." He was examining the corn on the cob when she came back, and after she sat down she told him he'd be disqualified if he shared. He laughed loudly until he realized she was serious. "Who would share a meal such as this? I get it if someone is dying of hunger, but otherwise? This is meant to be enjoyed <em>alone</em>," he said with this look on his face that was reminiscent of a starving wolf.<br/><br/> Then he started off strong by crunching the first corn cob clean in half and chewing it like corn cobbs worked that way. The second half soon followed, and he switched to the fries. He'd never seen the delectable slices of potatoes fried in oil before but he found himself a quick fan. When the last one was gone he downed a beer and signaled for another. His savior was trying to psyche him up, and it was working. Not because he needed the encouragement, but because he truly did love killing dragons and saving people from their terror. "Woe be to the dragons I face after this feast. These foods are strange, but delicious!" She asked about his status as a Dragon Slayer. If he really was one. <br/><br/>He didn't stop eating, but he did nod his head vigorously while shearing the meat from multiple ribs at a time. "Dragon <em>Slayer</em>. We who have eaten the heart of a dragon and serve the King are Slayers. Dragon Hunters are brave, but foolish folk who hunt the beasts for pride and profit without the aid of our special powers." He was already making decent progress into the meal, and the voracious Slayer was only more motivated because the delicious food was begging him to sample all of it. Brook asking so many questions about the dragons cemented the thought in his head that indeed they were no longer in Avantasia. <br/><br/>Even the most far-flung mountain man, hermit, and country bumpkin knew the basics about dragons and what they represented. "Evil is not the right word. Evil implies some form of logic or thought behind your actions. The dragons are...pure chaos.  Carnage, destruction and bedlam given form. Twisted, Dark Gods who hold no regard for life, taking pleasure only when they reap the souls of the innocent. All they do. All they have ever done...is harm. They burn entire villages to cinders. Kill for the sake of killing. Play with their food, but do not eat it. Dragons are the scourge of Avantasia and the world will only be a better place when every last Wrym lay dead."  Pharon's focus was split between the food and Brook, so he was ignorant and oblivious to the viral sensation he was quickly becoming as he frightened the owners of the restaurant away from the spectacle that was their 5+lb challenge.<br/></span><br/>