<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>Nope.<br/><strong>Word Count:</strong>283 | 1,152<br/><hr/>An orange eye strayed over to Poppy as she told him the lay of the land. They had passed many stores. Why did she want to stop at that corner store versus all the others they passed? His eye narrowed. She probably just wanted to shirk her duties. If a butterfly had fluttered onto the battlefield, Poppy would have been the first to find it.<br/><br/>“No,” the Dragon Slayer said firmly. That was all it took was for some simple distraction and Poppy would be gone. If she had been with the other Slayers, then they would have been more yielding and spoiling. He wasn’t like them and wasn’t going to put up with her shit.<br/><br/><strong>Oh! Look at that!</strong><br/><br/>Instantly, Destrian was tense and frantically turning every which way. Had she found a dragon? She snagged his hand and urgently began to lead him to the emergency. When they came before a sweets shop, Destrian blankly stared. Did she think a dragon was in a sweets shop?<br/><br/><strong>Let us try a scoop, shall we Des? It looks quite delicious~</strong><br/><br/>Destrian’s hand rested over the dark, plastic visor of his helmet as though it had been his face. TYPICAL!<br/><br/><em>Ring. Ring.</em>The shop bell chimed as he barged out the door back onto the sidewalk without saying a word to the fae. She had to be the worst Dragon Slayer to go hunting with. She was so easily distracted that he didn’t understand how she managed to hunt anything. It was so annoying, and he didn’t like his time wasted.<br/><br/><em>This was a mistake,</em>he thought as he briskly marched down the street, hoping to lose her. He’d hunt for the dragons himself.