Thread: ..::A Dragons Heart::.. [Gentleman & Ironic]

Jarvan's camp had been, only a few steps away from the point of spotting Shyvana, and he was there in a matter of seconds, arriving shortly after Garen did, his spear at the ready. Seeing this young woman, who'd been called out for being a Drake, his head tilted. He was the first to let down his guard, raising his spear, to let the back end of it thud into the snow. His composure was calm, and his eyes soft, as he watched Shyvana answer the demands of Garen, stating her name, and her business. Her answer brought a small frown to his lips, unable to imagine the loss of a parent, having still lived a pampered life, even with his days of war, and strife. As she pleaded, however, his eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful, raising a hand to his chin, the leather palm of his glove stroking his skin, cracking his cold jaw silently. Garen's eyes, hard and piercing, narrowed inquisitively at the answer he was given. It took a few seconds for him, before he grunted, keeping his sword at the ready, rolling his shoulders a bit. You have no right, to hunt vengeance in Demacian lands, Drake. You can travel to the nearest village, and write a report on this murder. Our Authorities will... Garen was interrupted, as Jarvan stepped forth, putting his hand on Garen's shoulder, pushing him back, and slightly aside. She can do that here, Garen.. Jarvan dissmissed, stepping forward, thudding his spear to the ground again, standing tall before Shyvana. He showed no signs of fear, nor disdain in his eyes. Garen sneered at his Prince, taking a step forward, placing a hand on Jarvan's arm. Prince.. We have no reason to trust this Drake's words. She could be working for the big guy... Garen warned, earning him a pair of narrowed, warning eyes, causing the General to take a reluctant step backwards. I have to apologize for my General's disdain.. He has plenty of reasons, to hate Drakes.. Jarvan apologized on his General's behalf, as his gaze turned back towards Shyvana. His lips curved a small, welcoming smile, as he looked her over for a second. But, I don't see a Drake right now. A union, perhaps, but I see a woman. A woman looking for revenge.. You should be able to relate, Garen. Jarvan proclaimed, his smile turning somewhat sour, as he lowered his head towards Shyvana. My deepest condolences, for your loss, Shyvana, the Half-Dragon.. He gave her a sorry expression, his head still lowered slightly. I could never imagine the devastation, of such a loss.. Jarvan raised his head again, turning as he raised his free hand to his chest, placing his palm on it. I, am Jarvan the Fourth, Heir to the Crown of Demacia, Scion of the Lightshield Dynasty. He introduced himself, nodding his head formally, as he lowered his arm, instead holding it out towards her, with a giving gesture. I am bestowed the authority, to grant you access to Demacian lands, and allow you to hunt your vengeance upon them. And I will. If your hunt doesn't involve a Demacian Citizen.. And.. If you will tell me.. -What-.. Are you hunting, exactly? He asked, still sending her the same thoughtful expression, giving no signs of aggression, nor the same disdain as Garen. In fact, there was a kindness to his eyes. He felt bad, for the situation this woman was in. She was clearly alone, on the hunt for something she's lost track of, to avenge something she's lost all together. They, were on the hunt as well. Given that she was clearly a half-breed, between Human and Drake, perhaps the two parties, had the same target?