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

We.. Are lost.. Zhao.. As lost, as an Ionian, in a Noxian Sewer! How did this happen? He was spotted in the village we left a few days past, heading towards these snowy hills. We've search, basically every bit of this forrest... The Mountain trails, are too treacherous to traverse. We are stuck.. Stuck, with provisions enough for months. A stout, strong voice complained, as he rolled together a large piece of parchment, tossing it towards one of his companions. The strong warrior, clad in his regalia, with added fur around the openings, to combat the harsh weather, slumped down, resting his arms on his knees, shaking his head a few times. His companion, a young warrior, standing proudly behind his Prince, sighed silently. My Prince.. We should head home. This hunt, isn't going anywhere. You shouldn't have taken to this venture, in the first place. The young man complained, looking over the forrest surrounding them, as the fire crackled between them. Jarvan shook his head in response, looking behind him, and up at the young man, perched with his spear. We can't.. We can not return, without our quary. That Drake has terrorized several villages already, on it's way to.. Who knows where.. It was wounded, which gives us a chance.. But we have no way to track his blood, is this damned snow! Jarvan growled, kicking a spray of snow to his side, a few specks hitting the fire, fizzling into nothing. What we need, is a guide.. Someone, who can track it's scent.. Sense it. With this increased Drake activity, we need to consider reinstating our Dragon Slayer branch. Jarvan sneered, looking out into the forrest now as well. Xin Zhao chuckled a single time, shaking his head a few times, as he leaned against his spear. You just want to hunt Dragons again.. Zin proclaimed, causing Jarvan to snort. Only the ones who terrorize Demazian's Citizens. The Drakes and Dragons in the High Mountains, isn't my concern. He added. Many years ago, Jarvan had lead a branch of the Demacian Military, tasked with the hunting, and taking down of Drakes and Dragons, encroaching on Demacia's territory. Jarvan was expected to become a fair, and merciful ruler, a kin to his father, and he showed his honor in those days. Giving Drakes and Dragons alike, a choice. If they where sentient, they were given a choice, if they didn't attack first hand. Keep to the Mountains, and only hunt outside Demacian city borders. Leave Demacian lands. Or be destroyed. Jarvan only hunted the Dragons, that terrorized his citizens, and he had no intentions of changing that. But the particular Drake his party was on the hunt for today, was one such Dragon. It had decended upon a small Demacian village, taking a few victims into it's maw, before travelling on. Jarvan didn't doubt, that this was to recuberate for the wounds it had, and he intended to catch it, before it regained too much it's strength. His party of thirty men, had traveled for weeks now, circling the forrest they where in, for any signs of the Drake, but they'd found nothing. All traces of the Drake, was swept away by the heavy downpour of snow, that'd been upon these hills, for this entire week. They where, indeed, lost. A few patrolmen twitched, when they heard the cracking of branches, hoisting their weapons in response. One, aiming it's spear towards the bushes the sound came from, the other raising the rifle in his hands. State your business in Demacian lands! The Rifleman demanded, as a woman stepped forth from the bushes. Seconds later, the Spearman by his side widened his eyes, at the sight that befell them, staggering a step backwards. Drake! He warned loudly, causing a hussel in the forrest behind the two, several more soldiers making their presence, all preparing their weapons. It was clear, that every single soldier in this company, now staring down the Drake, felt dread to the bone. But a sense of Iron Loyalty to the Crown, kept them where they where, even staring down what they feared would be their death. It took only a few seconds, before a hulking figure came running out from the forrest, the ringing of metal against metal sang through the air, as Garen stepped out. His icy blue eyes stared down Shyvana, as he approached, giving no quarter, even with the fear behind those orbs. Garen had learned to respect Drakes, in all their shapes, and this one was different. New. An Unknown. Clearly had the makings of a Drake, but had the figure of a woman. This brought Garen on edge, and he prepared his sword. Drake... These are Demacian lands, you are not welcome here.. State your business in these woods.. Are you a follower, of the Drake that attacked Valieeh? Garen referred to the village, that suffered under the massive Drake Shyvana was also hunting. A common goal.