[h1] [center] [color=ed1c24]Kilgarrah of Honor [/color][/center] [/h1]

	It was another blistering hot morning  in Drake Valley, on a near summit cave on the tallest mountain, lies a pile of gold and treasure, monstrously huge, and stacked like a heap of sand. On top of this pile, the great Dragon King himself slumbered, Writhing in his sleep over piles of gold and gems "No.." He moaned eyes closed, rolling to one side in an almost violent matter. "No, no, no! Damn you Ferrum, this is not the en-!" He cut himself off as he woke up in a cold sweat. So long ago had that wretched event occurred, so long ago did he awaken from that cruel and ironic prison, but without a godsbane what was he to do for revenge? Yell at him and hope he kicks over? Kilgarrah stroked the hair on his chin as he was now back in reality, another day over his kingdom of hellish fire and jungle. Far from the more glorious cities of his kin. Though the vast amounts of wealth he hoards, and sleeps upon, makes up for the lack of much civilization. 

His thoughts were broken when he heard a loud thud. Instinctively, Kilgarrah grew into a massive biped dragon, sprawling over his treasure hoard with protective greed. "Who dares approach the lair of Kilgarrah, the progenitor of dragons?!" He bellowed in his monstrous form, careful to not allow the flames building up inside his veins to melt his precious hoard. A familiar, armored figured approach. Equipped with a lance and sported wings on his back. "Father, forgive my intrusion." The armored figure spoke with a humble attitude, bowing before his fire. Recognizing his demi-god, Kilgarrah stepped off of his treasure hoard and came closer to his son, though kept his monstrous form. "Ah, William! It is good to see you have paid visits to your creator, what is it thy desire?" The once cruel and savage beast became more compassionate and endearing in a moment's flash. William looked up to his draconic father and continued. "There is a council of your fellow Gods being hosted, it is mandatory for you to attend. 

Kilgarrah leaned back. "I have to see [i]him[/i] again" Narrowed his glowing, reptilian eyes, his tail would swing across a heap of gold as unpleasant thoughts of both Ferrum and some other siblings that were equally hated would naturally be there. The only thing he had to look forward to was seeing dear Oksana again. Seeing his father in distraught, William Assured, "I have come to accompany you as well, father."  "Come then, my son." His massive tail would wrap around William before they were both converted into a crimson energy, that took off out of the cave with a firey wave of wings following the energetic form. 

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Moments after the arrival of Ki'ivara, A bright crimson flame bolted the entrance to the hall of the gods. From the flame, stood Kilgarrah alongside William, armored to the teeth. For a brief moment Kilgarrah had the silhoutte of a draconic figure, but that soon shrunk into his normal, mortal-like appearance. William walked alongside his father, as he made his way to his throne. Before so, he stopped to give a bow to the current gods that where present, even in the presence of the gods he despised. He then gave a smile to Oksana. "I have come as soon as possible, what is the news?" As he spoke, he took a seat at his throne. The throne itself was an ebony black, made from what seemed like blackened marble. The arms had to skeletal spines of dragons with their skulls burning fire from their eye sockets. The top of the chair had a much larger dragon skull that hang just above Kilgarrah. Two crossed swords were embedded in the back of the throne, with the blades reaching over the chair's height. William stood just beside Kilgarrah's throne in a vigilant possession, Lance wielded firmly and planted in the floor.