Insane theater (birthing) - any.

[Killdare]

no matter what we breed we still are made of greed

Time is fleeting. So are people. The Chamber, She is constant, She is unwavering.

Among the the shadows and the pine, the Chamber's dragon weaves a path. The earth beneath him is unworn, lesser traveled, unmarked. The tough scales of his wings scrape their song in his wake, leaving music with his memento to their hides. A kiss of scale and membrane to the mottled bark, a camaraderie that few shared or understood.

It is always the same, it is always different, and in that paradox Killdare finds solace. The girl had left, just as quickly as she had come, blending in to the backdrop until she was a memory. Leaving only her scent behind as a reminder that she had ever really been there to begin with.

The same, always the same, people left. They came as well and here is where he finds the red female, a ghastly looking black colt at her side.

Where the young thing should have had eyes, he had ill appearing sheaths of black. Leather like the membrane of his own wings, tucked at his sides. He's never met the two, the one for that matter, perhaps he made a poor Lord indeed. It's never an easy task, keeping up with the comings and going of the Chambers subjects, the oddballs and horrors the pines call to. Even to this day those of gentle nature, are a rare finding in his home, but he wouldn't trade it. Not for anything.

And because he knows them not, he begins with a hello, a welcome. "Welcome to the Chamber." The sticky afterbirth of the child suggests they had been in residence for a time, at least long enough to see through breeding. Else, one of the residents had wandered, spread their seed and the woman saw fit to bring the children here. Child. Just the one, the odd dark thing with no eyes.  The one with not only his or his Dam's blood and gore on his person. A young blue at their feet and not an eyelash to be batted. Killdare reserved his own sentiments on that matter, instead remaining statuesque as he observed the two.

KILLDARE

this is my kingdom come

The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber