[h1]Razor[/h1]

As people made their way onto the subway, a sharp, very offensive odor would permeate the air, causing everyone to cover their noses in disgust as they turned to identify the source of the smell. It wouldn't be long before all eyes would move to look at a strange figure walking over with what looked like a Coffin on his back. Actually, forget looked, that [i]was[/i] a coffin on his back. It was about as big as he was, made from a strange, dull black metal. He was about 6'2, with filthy looking white hair, strange red eyes with black sclera, and wearing filthy rags that barely looked passable as clothing. He gave no attention to the stares given to him, simply walking on to the subway and ignoring the lady who tried to give him a translator, telling her he didn't need it in German, English, Japanese, Latin, Russian, Hebrew, and several other dead languages before walking by her.

He walked to the back of the cart next to the only other dragon who he could see on board, only to be stopped by a musclebound were wolf who was covering his nose and giving him an angry glare.

"Look Pu-" was as far as the boy got before the Coffin on the figures back suddenly morphed into a fist that sucker punched the wolf-boy straight in his face. It quickly reverted back to normal, and the white-haired man walked over the werewolf's unconscious form. He laid the coffin down next to the scaled boy, opening up to show a rather comfortable looking padded exterior.

"Hey Golden boy, wake me up when we arrive, okay, I'm taking a nap. Oh, and my name's Razor, if you care." Razor yawned as he climbed inside the coffin, giving the boy  wave before shutting himself inside. Not long afterwards, snoring could be heard from within. HOwever, the young dragon would soon be addressed by a skull that seemed to have been fused into the coffin.

"Hey ya pretty boy, how old are ya? OLder than almost every else here, I can tell, but that doesn't tell me jackshit, now does? You have a name, asshat, or are you just going to stare like most dimwits seem to do when I start talking." The skull was ivory in color with glowing eye sockets that shifted colors every now and then, as they were currently an intimidating looking red, as he berated the young dragon. How did Razor and his skull know that the boy had dragon blood, simply, Razor could smell it and the skull knew whatever Razor knew, though neither knew why.

[@WanderingShield]