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	I sat alone in the bar with a drink in hand. This place was a place I had only recently started to go to. If memory serves me well, the half that makes me dragon had little interest in socializing, even among his own kind. I however saw this as an opportunity to rest my head amidst the headache-inducing chaos of modern times, even a hero needed a break every now and then. Drinking some booze I'd slowly lower the glass as I heard a commotion, fellow dragons calling the newcomer various titles. At first I was confused, until I recognized the scent of royal blood. My eyes narrowed at the center of the bar's attention before I rose to get myself a better view of this 'blind prince', 'blood dragon' or whoever. 

	My armor would clang and thud metallic tunes with each step, A lumbering large red tail slithering behind me, and a pair of wings folded under a cape. As I came closer, my crimson candle-like eyes staring at the small royal blood under my knightly helmet and face guard. [color=ed1c24]"Lightning Prince eh?"[/color] I said as I studied him, arms folded across my plated chest. While one could assume I was either jealous or insulted by this presence, well in fact I was slightly as my pride felt a bit weakened, however more over I truly was curious to who this dragon was and does he deserve the title of 'prince of lightning.', such a stranger could be a great ally, or rivaling adversary all the same.