[h1] [center] [color=red][b]Chris the loner[/b][/color] [/center] [/h1]




[indent] Chris's primeval instincts were torn when he was suddenly lifted into the air, trapped in some bubble. Unaware, Chris violently bashed his horned skull of the bubble that imprisoned him, desperate to escape and finish what he started, but that ended when a great explosion claimed the monsters among the field. Chris, now loosing sight of his targets for destruction, finally started to calm down. His red orbs would stare at the debris before him. It took him a few moments to register what had happened. 

When he was freed of the bubble, a wave of sorrow washed over the dragon as he looked around him. The previous sight of a dead teammate now sunk in with the heat of the battle gone. He recognized him as his roommate. He never even learned her name, all because he was too rude to care. The guilt there was dwarfed by the guilt that came when he realized he didn't save her from the monster's grasp. This caused the beast's legs to shake, and he'd tremble, wallowing in his own guilt in silence. His eyes were closed as he lamented, refusing to even look at what was left of his team.[/indent]