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Kija; the most recent descendant of the long line of white dragons before him. At first, Jae-Ha had resented his very existence. To him, someone that held his personal freedom so dearly, he couldn’t come close to understanding how this man could stand proud in the face of the dragons’ prophecy; in the wake of his alleged ‘destined fate.’ Was he simply an unknowing slave to his village, the prophecy haven been indoctrinated from the very start?
He’d learned that even someone like Kija had his reasons for choosing to live the way he did. Rather than solving the puzzle in his mind, however, the hakuryuu’s story opened more questions--- and often times, Jae-Ha found himself staring at the other’s closed back in a daze, picturing the jagged scars that ran up his skin.
Such a time was occurring now, with the green dragon snapping to attention as he was called.
“Aaa... perhaps, was I caught staring?” Whoops. Normally, by the time he’d realize he was spacing out, the act would have went unnoticed--- but not now. “Ehehe. There’s actually a good reason, if you’d like to hear it...”