Skylark simply nodded to his brother, then knocked off the bio-hazard mask the man was toting. He felt tired, and something about his brother's tone hurt his eardrums. Did Sleipnir always have the pitch of a parakeet? Growling slightly, he focused his power on his eyes and locked his gaze with the guard's. It was angular, and the stubble poking out of his face was a graying blonde. His skin was filled with imperfections, as the human looked far older than anyone else he had seen. The dragons were able to keep their bodies young, but humans wrinkled like grapes in the hot summer sun. The man was by no means elderly, but he was definitely out of his teen years. Something about the primal nature of the human intrigued him. They were unable to govern themselves, and made stupid choices. 

Then they had children, and those children made even worse choices! Memory inheritance was a beautiful thing, but the humans didn't have it. Picking the man up by the shoulders, he held the skin of the creature's forehead so that his eyes were opened with his other hand. A snore escaped the man, and Skylark felt some kind of heat rush through him. Father... no... Relin's father would yawn like that. So hearty, so full, so... A few tears slipped from his eyes, recalling what the world looked like on the outside. It was a grey, as if the sun had given up its ministrations. There was no reason for it. Why hadn't he been able to meet his grandparents? Why was the earth so ruined? Who were his parents? He knew who they were, but he still had no idea what they stood for, and it made him angry. 

He let his fingertips roam aimlessly on the man's body, playing across the thick fabric. He stopped over his sternum, feeling a pulse. Inquisitively, he pressed the flat of his palm against the man's chest, then drew it back. In a flash, he dug it deep into the man's chest. Feeling a snarl rip through his throat, the young dragon felt the wet cavern he had created. He felt something hot and throbbing, and yanked it out with a glorious snap like guitar strings being pulled taut. Without even thinking, he raised it to his lips like his ancestors had done centuries before, and paused. He took his brother's hand in his own and pushed the still-beating heart towards his mouth with a grunt, edging Sleipnir to take the first bite. 
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Halley laughed at the fire elder and the hydra of sloth's reactions, not that he knew exactly who they were. "It's always time to reliegve some stress," The keeper dragon murmured, feet leaving the ground as he dug his claws into the table around Regnum until their noses were practically touching. "You have some really warm breath..." He murmured, taking a whiff of the fire dragon. He hadn't seen one up close ever since he had patrolled the Gates of the Fallen. And his only interaction was disarming the great reds. Hydra were a rare sight as well, but... Reds were something extraordinary. A star among rocks, a pearl in the sands. 

Slowly, Halley let his tails hover around Regnum's legs, before swinging it forward with gusto. It lightly tapped against the man's calf, injecting something into him like a needle. He laughed a bit and hopped off the table, landing nimbly on the cold ground, before swinging with his other tail onto Leo to do the same thing. "I got a Ygdrassil leaf over my heart that turns my blood to dew. It should be enough to give you guys a little boost. for now, anyways."