[center][h2][color=6F6B84]Höd Ultair[/color][/h2][sub] Husband of {no one}.
Interacting with: No one currently.[/sub][/center]

Five hundred years had passed. Five hundred years since the Ultair name had walked the streets of Železna Kri. A lifetime ago the Ultair name was revered in the capital, even stretching across certain regions in Drakka. Now, the Ultair name is but an infamous legend feared by those in the furthest corners of the country. Edred Ultair; the Drakkan behind it all. A fearless warrior who challenged many and served relentlessly under King Toran, only later to become known as The Berserker. For decades after Edred’s disappearance he was hunted for his crimes against the nation, constantly raiding the Reaping carriages and slaughtering the many. A rather large bounty was placed on his head, though it would never be claimed as he would never be seen again… until today when a Drakkan bearing an uncanny resemblance to him would appear.

Each step through the streets of Železna Kri met the stone roadway with a heavy stride. The massive figure passed by guards without hesitation, knowing only certain members of the royal family would be able to recognize him as holding the Ultair name. The busyness of the street around him did not draw his attention; his intention of being there was not to purchase the wares from the vendors calling out to him or for the few Drakkan who eyed him up looking for a brawl. He was there for one thing; The Choosing Ceremony. 

The Choosing Ceremony would be heavily guarded and almost impossible to penetrate without causing a disturbance, however; all of his favourite people would be there and he wanted to see them. The Drakkan had arrived in Železna Kri long before the ceremony would begin, he had come to learn that a tournament had been held for those who wanted to prove themselves worthy of earning a Prize. He momentarily thought about joining simply to earn himself a spot inside but decided otherwise, knowing that his presence would not be well received in such a large crowd for appearing out of nowhere. The Drakkan decided his best course of action was to sneak in, slither into the shadows and observe from afar until the right moment to say hello presented itself. He spent the rest of his day learning how to get himself inside without drawing too much attention to himself.

Patience was a necessary trait that the Drakkan had learned over the course of his lifetime; a trait that served him well when undergoing endeavours such as crashing a royal party. He was no stranger to waiting for the [i]right[/i] moment, and waiting he had done. Nightfall brought with it rain… and the Brides. He had found his way inside, though it brought a swift death to but a couple of guards on his way in. He was careful to choose a path with the least amount of eyes watching it and waited for his opportunity to press forward when less guards were around. Although his presence was massive, he had learned how to conceal himself against those he didn’t want to see him; again, a necessary trait that made carrying on his father’s legacy an easier feat.

He had made it inside, tucked away in the furthest corner of the Ceremony careful to keep quiet as he watched the proceedings. A small grin spread across the Drakkan’s face as he watched the heir to the throne speak to the room; Gaelnesh, if he remembered his father’s teachings correctly. There were a few other royal members there, one Drakkan who didn’t even resemble a Drakkan and was missing his horns had plucked a Gemmenite from the line and left. He could only assume this was Ehkota by the rumours he had learned over the years. What caught his attention the most was the presence of what appeared to be the only female member of the Royal Family. He wasn’t sure of who she was, clearly an addition his father was not aware of; he licked his lips at the sight of her nonetheless, truly an exquisite creature. She would make for a fine wife for many reasons other than just mating.

The Drakkan’s eyes scanned the rest of the room, noting the other female Drakkan there; as always, there were few of them. One of them was awarded a bride alongside her Husband, another was waiting for something, but what he didn’t know. She seemed timid, although his assumption came from afar. It was clear that she held a certain air of beauty to her and was a Drakkan, given her distinctive horns, however; there was something off about her. A grimace overcame his face, understanding what was off about her was most likely a result of impure blood. There were some impure children who were more Drakkan than Gem, they were the lucky ones… but there were others that were nothing more than a disgrace to the bloodline. He would save his judgment for her later on. The fear of extinction had pushed their kind to a dark choice; there had to be another way.

The Drakkan shook his head in light disapproval and watched as the numbers were growing thinner in the Ceremony. His time was coming; the return of the Ultair name.

[hider=Summary]Höd arrives in the capital and finds his way into the Ceremony without being detected, though he had to take care of a couple guards to do so. He watches the event and waits to make an introduction.[/hider]