Even in his human form, Kahgon commanded a powerful presence. Tall and lean, with muscles that rippled under his traditional, draconian style of wear that consisted of durable hide and rough cotton, which was represented by the colors of his tribe: charcoal and gold. His hair of blackened ashes were tightly bounded in rows of braids that ran parallel to each other, before intertwining into a singular pony-tail kept together by an ornate hair-piece that flowed like black flames in the wind. His angular face pierced his surroundings with a deathly, sharp gaze as he watched the recruits bramble about during first light as they try and get ready for their daily dose of morning drills. Kahgon was standing on top of a small hill that overlooked the training yard, using his crimson eyes to scout the men below. As the mount of the Guild's Battlemaster, the responsibility of training these bratty children had also befallen on Kahgon's shoulders. 

Suddenly the dragon growled, lips pursing into a displeased snarl. With a heavy stomp of his armored greaves, Kahgon gave an ungodly roar that echoed down the slopes of the hill and traversed across the lands of Eclium. Below, terrified yelps of recruits could be heard followed by the frantic barking of orders from the squad leaders. In seconds, the group of men below began to march with a more refined and disciplined stature. Kahgon smirked, folding his arms and gave a satisfied nod to himself. He stood there for a few more minutes, alone and on top of a desolate hill, a silent and angry sentinel watching over his future riders as the rising sun burned with vigor behind his back.

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Soon enough, hunger forced his ever-watching eyes to divert from this morning's unfortunate batch of recruits and gave them a small moment of privacy as Kahgon headed towards the cafeteria for some breakfast. While on his way, he noticed that the Guild itself was more lively than usual - messengers here and there, and orders could be heard barking from every corner of the Guild. It was then that he remembered what today was. Another kin would be joining their ranks, and they will be subjected under the Master himself, for that matter. [color=9e0b0f]"Huh. Was so used to this place being as dead as my own mother, too. So much for a quiet morning."[/color] Shrugging to himself, he rounded the corner just in time to see the Lady herself: First Rider Melaniya exiting the dining hall.

Melaniya's strong, and Kahgon himself had deemed her worthy of respect. The title of First Rider should not be taken lightly and he knows just how capable she was. So as they chanced upon each other, the dragon took a moment to give her a slight nod before going his way past her, not even bothering to give a second glance back. It seemed like she was on an order from the man himself, so he knew better than to impede her by asking about her feelings or if she was enjoying this morning's weather. Besides, Kahgon doesn't just greet anyone he sees. Melaniya should know his temperament by now.

So leaving her to her duties, Kahgon bursted into the dining hall while thumping loudly at his stomach with his fist. [color=9e0b0f]"Freya, my Queen! I knew my nose did not deceive me. Did you save any broth for your handsome and almighty King?"[/color] Kahgon chuckled, a deep rumbling in his thick chest. He took a seat next to Avanir, his rider, and gave his old friend a pat on the back before taking a loaf of bread and ripping it in half. Taking a bite, he turned to Avanir. [color=9e0b0f]"Dear Rider and friend, I hope you've consumed at least five bowl-fulls before I arrived. God knows you need some thickness to your frail frame."[/color] He glanced up at the rest of the company, giving them a mocking wink. 

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