Introductions
@themockingwyvern
He shook the Templar’s outstretched hand once it was presented to him. Whildaer didn’t let the shake linger for long, though it was noted that despite huge claws at his finger tips, the handshake was gentle.
“Well, my tail didn’t develop until I was 14, and then I just hid it.” He explained as his hand came back down to his side. “But I am a dragon…More specifically a Magala. My kind isn’t exactly common though so..” he shrugged a touch and let his one wing that rested flutter near the end a bit.
“And no, I haven’t exactly heard of you, but a Templar’s life isnt necessarily boring.”
“You’re not of those fire-breathing baddies, right? The kind that instill fear onto the people and you probably hear songs or books written about them, right?” Sword close at hand, he eyed the dragon wearily.
Remembering the gentleness of the creature’s approach, he stood down.
“As a templar it’s not surprising to fight demons...or darkspawn...or archdemons...demon spawn? Er...Well, this the first time I’ve seen a dragon that has not tried to greet me by means of mutilation.” His brows were still furrowed by the uneasiness and confusion that was settling in him, but it wasn’t like he was in harm’s way.
