‘For as stupid as they are I have to give them credit’ Dracus thought with a sigh, ‘To think I have to show my true form to this world once again, will I ever get a rest?’ As his body started twisting and contorting while growing rapidly. Having red scales that were as large as a small child overlapping his sleek serpentine body. His leathery wings stretched out and caught air and slowed his descent as he beat them, quickly changing his direction towards the southern continent.
Half an hour passed as Dracus neared the shore, he chuckled and thought to himself ‘Pathetic, those mages could only send me a few hundred miles away from the western continent.’
As Dracus flew over the massive sprawling forests of the continent he saw several smoking chimneys of a fairly larger city. ‘Maybe I’ll take a quick stop there to grab some ale, it’s been a long day.’ he thought as he flew over, hearing bells chime out not caring as the southern continent was always considered the weakest and even a city of this size couldn’t truly pose a threat to him as he continued his flight.
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Little did he know the city was preparing for an attack from Dracus not realising that he was simply travelling overhead. Archers gathered on the walls and notched their arrows while mages covered the arrows with piercing magic. They stayed trained on the dragon waiting for it to strike first to not bring about their own destruction by provoking it first.
Dracus saw the archers and huffed. ‘I guess it’s to be expected, these weaker humans view everything not like them as a threat. I’ll just fly over and then land a few miles away, change back into my human form, and then make my way back here for that drink.’
So Dracus lazily flew over the city and to his surprise he wasn’t attacked by any of the archers or mages. A few miles later he landed changing into his human form as his altitude decreased. Compared to his dragon form his human form is rather undersized for an adult, he had fiery red hair, and his skin was tanned from constantly basking in the sun whenever he wasn’t on missions for the emperor. His clothes consisted of a tight shirt with light oversized leather jerkin thrown casually over it, there were black metal gauntlets that extended up to just below his elbows, and under his black metal greaves were roughspun cotton pants. A broadsword hung loosely on his waist. Even with this minimalistic attire making him appear as a weak and untrained individual his aura was oppressing the surrounding area. He sighed as he suppressed his aura and started walking towards the road.