And the cards all fold [Demian]

[Killdare]

no matter what we breed we still are made of greed

Well, this was new, they had taken down that god forsaken ring of fire. Not that Killdare feared fire, naturally his dragon wings were fire-proof. However, they would not be able to shield his entire body from flame and that was where his caution lie. It was not this day though that he would come to find out just how much damage they could save him from. Today he landed at the Valley border, glad to see the miles-high wall gone. Sometimes, change was good.

However the Chamber lord did not mess the new smell, the feral and carnivorous scent of dog. Wolf. The way Lupei often smelled himself, though he had never really discussed the matter with the boy, he had left that demon be. Some demons should be handled that way. No, the smell did not go missed by the nose of all noses, however he remained poised, ready for flight should the need arise. If the need should arise, well, so should he.

Surely the Valley would not take kindly to him tossing a few of them around, he was certain he would get a few good hits in, but he knew the animals were pack. They performed as a unit, as should the horses start taking into consideration, especially with the dawn of war over the horizon.

Which brings him to his current reason for being here, the War. It will begin, just as all things begin and he knows too that it will end. How though, what kind of ending would this battle have? He’s come to make sure their alliance holds strong, he can not rely on Eight to speak on the behalf of the whole kingdom, he’s come to see what is what. Where is where, who is who here in the Valley and how they will play their cards.

“Gallows, Fennick!” He calls loudly because he does not yet know the passing of crowns that has taken place. Then he waits, as patiently as one might, watching closely the shadows. Shadows, he knows….

KILLDARE

this is my kingdom come

The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber