<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjCig7W.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>His Dragon Slayer Armor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050, 0930<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Warehouse District, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese, Jake (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awkward<br/><hr/>The woman talked just as much as the boy. He didn’t know why he continued to stand there as she crept forward in the Escalade, exited the Escalade, and then started making her way around the cooling pool of tar and rock to try and get close to him. Destrian’s eyes followed her. His brows had yet to lift from their tight convergence. After trying to stay focused on her rambling, eventually Destrian gave up, and glanced over his shoulder at the dragon carcass. Just like he did with the other dragons he killed, he turned in its direction, pointed the end of the spear at it, and the dragon’s body combusted in flames.<br/><br/>The Earth dialect was still one his ears had to adapt to. When an Earthling was talking in excitement, they spoke so fast that their words became lost to his comprehension. There was something that troubled the Dragon Slayer. The wyvern young and the mother. Destrian wondered if the mother had laid eggs about the Warehouse District. If the smaller wyverns had been her hatchlings, then that also meant there had to be a father. Somewhere. And the father was much larger than the mother.<br/><br/><strong>Hey, look, I’m <em>real</em> sorry…</strong><br/><br/>Reese had his attention again. Destrian scrutinized her face until his eyes lowered to the motorcycle helmet she offered him. The crease in the Dragon Slayer’s brow finally softened. Was it a helm? His spear dissolved, leaving behind a dark plume of dissipating smoke. He gently took the motorcycle helmet from Reese in both of his hands and gazed into its glossy protective shell. He saw his monstrous face gazing back. The dragon teeth that twisted his face like an assimilation attempt. If he had been burned more that day, he might had become more hideous. His brown and white eyes lifted to gaze at Reese. But she hadn’t run screaming. She hadn’t looked at him with disgust on her face. The feeling was foreign. Her question even more foreign. A stranger asking about his well-being. It was awkward.<br/><br/>The helmet was light and the material it was made from seemed flexible and weak. It would most likely melt in dragon fire. Destrian lifted the motorcycle helm over his head, gazing up first into the hole before he slipped it on. Inside, the helmet was padded and the heat from his body was able to escape through vents. Inside, he felt more tucked away and safe than the scarves he wore. The Dragon Slayer, although already quiet, he didn’t respond or move while he savored the strange privacy granted by the helmet. He was in his own little room. Everything was out there. Destrian closed his eyes, momentarily enjoying the peace.<br/><br/><strong>…I’m Reese.</strong><br/><br/>Destrian slowly opened his eyes and gazed at Reese through the tinted visor. “Thank you,” he finally spoke. Since she gave him a gift, he decided to gift her with his name: “I am Destrian Brand; Dragon Slayer, and an Avantasian Knight. I helped a boy fix that carriage, and in return, he said he would help me find refuge until I can reunite with my comrades.”<br/><br/>He looked around his surroundings finding himself no longer in the garage. He was somewhere else with a woman he didn’t recognize. Jake hadn’t kept his part of the deal, and so Destrian took it as though he was on his own again.<br/><br/>“I must go. Goodbye,” Destrian bade as he turned, having no idea where he was going in this world, but walking was better than standing still when it came to meeting his objective.