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

Jarvan listened with genuine interest, frowning lightly to hear what happened with her mother. He shook his head lightly, sighing with relief as he let his heavy chest armor fall loose, laying it by his side. A.. Horrid, racially motivated deed. One, I fear I couldn't even have promised, wouldn't happen in Demacian lands.. People still remember the days, when Dragons and Drakes where both feared, and worshiped. Remember sacrificing their young to them, for their protection. It was in my lifetime, by my decree, those tyrants where taken down. But, in a perfect world, the innocent never suffered. Not all Drakes, and Dragons are alike, and luckily, I've let more of them live, then I've taken down. They aren't all as cruel, and tyranical, as the one we're hunting now. I would've loved, to've met your father. He explained his past, without holding any detail back. He'd been a Dragon Slayer, and he was proud of it. He'd rid Demacian Citizens of much peril, and pain, but he'd done the same for Dragons. He'd even saved a few, undeserving, of the wroth of Demacian Citizens, letting them leave Demacian lands, to find roost on other peaks. Releiving himself of the final strap of his armors leg paddnig, letting it thud to the floor, he sighed, looking down to Nadia, when she returned with his backpack. He nodded a single thanks, as he set it down by his side, going shortly through it, finding two thick fur blankets. He started kicking snow away, around the fire that was just about ready to set ablaze, making himself a decent plat to sit. He offered over one of the blankets to Shyvana, as he tossed his own over the ground. If she accepted, he let himself thud down on his own rest, sighing softly, as he continued through his bag. He looked up, a bit surprised with her own question, chuckling a single time, as he tilted his head from side to side. Hm.. A mixture of a pampered, and exhausting life.. Being both a Leader, a Scion and an Icon to many, is more work than most imagine. He chuckled lightly, with the small complaint, but shrugged his shoulders, before stretching them, letting the leather, and fur, of his inner padding, tighten against his muscles. But.. I don't want to complaint. I try my best, and it mostly turns out well. Though finding a fine line between Royal duties, as well as my longing to defend my lands, is tough. I wasn't made for the pampered life, inside the halls of our Capital. I was made for.. This. He explained, looking around on the men surrounding them, preparing small tents, and setting up perimeter. Fighting.. Is, what I do best. He added, chuckling a single time, as he turned his eyes back down on his backpack, finding a few rations inside. He turned his gaze back on Shyvana, offering a ration of food, containing dried meats, bread and vegetables. It was nothing fancy, but it contained everything a soldier could need, on the field. The meat was practically tasteless, the bread being the most satisfying part. How long have you been out here? You, and your father? On your own, travelling? He questioned, taking out a ration for himself, starting with the meat, knowing it gave the most for his sore muscles. Nadia arrived with the last few branches, nodding to Jarvan as she did. You can start it up. I'm going to lay down immediately. She explained, heading to one of the prepared tents, her eyes heavier, and more tired than Jarvans. The Prince nodded, allowing it, as he turned his attention back towards Shyvana, searching around his backpack, for something to light the fire with.