Tenator stalked along the road, having shifted into dragon form once he sensed the powerful wards that kept the castle hidden. His three guards were, as well, shifted, though they looked noticeably different from his distinctive figure. Unlike most dragons, he had three rows of rear-leaning spikes that trailed the top of his spine, and either side of it. Instead of the usual dragon snout, he had the somewhat distinctive, hard-point beak-ish mouth, without real teeth. The sides of his mouth did the cutting, with a sort of bone-scale hybrid making up the edges of his mouth. The acids in his stomach break down meat and bone faster than any other, another trait that goes hand-in-hand with his appearance differences. 

But other than that, he was still a normal dragon. Being an aged dragon, at least compared to the current days' dragons, his size and bulk was enough to make the ground shudder slightly. Combined with three other, if smaller, dragons stepping in time to his own, the trees nearby kept up a constant, soft fall of leaves.

As he approached the gates, the draconian (Tenator's term for dragons in human form) guards signaled others, and the large, dragon-sized portcullis rose into the gatehouse, the gates behind it slowly being pulled open by more guards. Tenator was pleased; it appeared that the oh-so-great king-of-dragons took security seriously. Dragons in human form were, no doubt, formidable opponents, when compared to regular human soldiers. Inside, Tenator couldn't help but be impressed- such a large collection of buildings and people, the primary roads all being large enough to fit himself and his three guards without any trouble. 

His distinctive features recognized, many dragons- draconian or dragon form alike- turned to watch him stride through into their city. He kept his head high; his wings slightly unfurled, just enough to give his wings some breathing room, and to make himself appear somewhat larger and more impressive. A dragon had to keep up with his ego, after all, and his gleaming, thick scale certainly spoke of wealth.

Turning to one of the gate guards, he motioned towards the castle, and ordered him, voice rumbling, "Alert the Dragon King that the Water Lord has arrived." He watched the draconian hurry towards the castle, after bowing and responding with a "Right away, sir."

It seemed human customs had come over into their people. The thought made his scales shift uneasily, and a growl to jump from his chest. Letting the draconian have a head start, he continued on his way through the main road. He could have flown, of course, or come from the water, but he [i]wanted[/i] all the dragons to know he had arrived. As was the way of the dragon- keep the ego high and pillage all the inferior biped races.