[@The One] 
As Drayko roared everyone in the town from the oldest man forever cloistered in his home to the newborn child in its wooden crib would feel a sudden urge of newfound energy and power flow through them. The reactions of the townsfolk varied greatly as the energy began to manifest itself in different ways throughout the crowd. Henrik fell to the ground gasping in pain as his skin began to turn grey and harden. Camilla, who had been running towards the mayor's office found her pumping legs move up off the ground and she stayed floating a food above the ground, attempting to move forward fruitlessly. Alia began to cough clutching at her throat as a black mist began to pour out of her throat hanging in the air around her. Her nails scratched at her throat, eyes watering, as the uncontrollable stream poured out of her, at the same time her hair began to slowly rise above her head, standing of its own accord.

Other reactions seemed much less intense however. Several of the townsfolk simply scattered around the town, another man bearded and rogueish looking simply staggered in surprise but otherwise seemed to remain unaffected glancing down at himself in interest. There were cries from the surrounding buildings as well as all of the villagers and visitors to the town felt the surge of power. Near Drayco and Alia would come a small chittering sound as Leo, Alia's strange pet, ran past the crowd at full speed before leaping onto Alia's chest. The stream of black must ceased almost at once and let out a huge gasp for air, then began panting heavily. She raised her right hand and began to lightly scratch the topside of Leo's mane in appreciation. The black cloud of mist still hung around her, unmoved by the slight wind blowing through the village.

An older woman carrying a cane made her way slowly in front of the dragon before tossing a package near his nose. Alia recognized her at once as Shema her mother's closest friend. Alia flitted her gaze around the crowd but did not see the same telltale hair color that would tell her if her Mother was around. The older woman spat at the ground and in a voice that creaked with age and experience, [color=f7976a]"This is all the Dragonsbane I have managed to collect around the area for the past ten years is that enough Beast?"[/color] Shema looked to Alia with an expression of concern making sure she was alright before kneeling down to examine the still moaning Henrik.