Drake took the bottle and looked it over, he listened before he nodded. He handed the bottle back with a bit of a smile.
"I understand that." He said before he nodded, "Thank you for sharing."
He stayed quiet before he sighed.
"Back to your question." He started, "I've done a lot to put me up for execution." He continued with a sigh, moving to show the palms of his hands.

Runes were carved in them, much like the crop-circles in fields.
"I was not always a Plasma Elemental." He started, "I was a feeble, weak WereDrake, not even a weredragon."
He glanced to the scar on his chest before he looked back at Alister, "I went after my own kind. There were Myths surrounding... So many things to make a Werebeast stronger. I don't even know if any other them worked to be honest."

There was another bit of silence, "I was killed." Drake finally stated, "That's where Andrew comes in. He found me after I died, took me back to the Dusk Village."
He clenched his fists before the Plasma light flooded up his arms from his palms, "When they raised me, I was essentially feral. No piece of sanity left in my brain- I was dead for too long. I killed [i]so many[/i] things- Humans, Vampires, Fae... Werebeasts."
"They tried to execute me several times, it was only the fourth time that Andrew had seen me when he saved me. He was much younger than what he is now; he was a teeny child. He managed to break my instincts; he locked them away. Giving you what you see now."
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Andrew looked around with a blink.
"Whoa." He started, "I never got to teleport before!" He said with a grin. He looked to the bartender, "A whisky and coke for me to start with~"

He pulled up his bag and pulled out four files, placing them on the counter with a grin. He looked to Valeria before looking back to the files.