The village's peace was not to last, for suddenly, a group of men and women ran through the streets, flapping their arms like wings and screaming out, "We are the Chickens of the night, here us cluck and tremble!" Before using their hands to peck at people all around. The village guard tried to apprehend them, but they moved fast and fluidly, easily evading the guard's clutches as they continued their mass pecking. On a nearby rooftop was Nexias, laughing his ass of as he witnessed the chaos he had wrought below, his laughter becoming even louder when one of the guards tripped and went flying into a meat cart, causing it to collapse and for ham, sausage, and other assorted meats roll along the ground, causing even more chaos as people ran to grab it, or tripped over it while trying to avoid the chickens of the night.

"I knew this was going to be hilarious, but it turned out better than I had ever imagined.." Nexias said when he finally calmed down enough to comment on the chaos below. He sighed, however, as all good things must end, and he'd get in trouble if he let someone get seriously injured from this. With a snap of his fingers, the chickens of the night were returned to sanity, and looked around confusedly, wondering ow they had gotten there. Nexias then gave a coughing grunt, alerting all in attendance to his presence, his wings in plain view, his fangs shining in the daylight, and his intense purple eyes filled with mischievous glee.

"Well know, wasn't that something, huh, I hope you all enjoyed that little bit of chaos in your day as I know did. Oh, and don't blame the chickens for any of this, they were under my control and not in their right minds. If any harm does come to them, then I will personally beat the sorry shit out of the idiot who did it. With that being said. . . later." The chaos loving dragon dispersed into a shadowy mist that flew away in the blink of an eye, leaving the on lookers of the event speechless and confused at what the hell just happened. 

Nexias was soon back at the tribe, as he was fairly fast in his dragon form, which he had taken as soon as he had exited the city, and was preparing to get ready to show off his magical abilities, eager to be recognized as one of GrandFather strength. He was quickly growing in his dragon age, his powers in near constant use and always growing because of it, and his wild ways making it impossible for him to settle down and raise any family or take any mates. Nexias would only take for a mate anyone he deemed interesting enough, as free-spirited as himself or more so, or one who had beaten him in combat, the race of said person didn't matter. 

Watching the children as they strutted their magic, seeking to prove themselves able, he smiled, wondering if he'll ever get the chance to see one of his brood take to the stage. If he continued on his present couse of actions, it might soon be impossible for him, though that was mostly his delusions of grandur speaking, as he believe that Great Grand Father ship would soon be in his grasp after he proved himself today. One could say a lot about Nexias, but it should never be said that he is lacking in confidence.