'Hmmmmmm.... That's odd. What is this I'm feeling?'
Vel'dranor thought as he gazed at the incredibly handsome young man.
Elion's presence made the ancient instincts within his bloodline stir, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.
'It can't be that I'm afraid of this boy...? Ridiculous!'
He immediately chased the thought away.
Elion took a slow breath, and then another, attempting to calm himself, trying to remind himself that losing his temper would accomplish nothing.
But when his gaze fell upon succubi who were now looking at him, that restraint became considerably harder to maintain.
Elion gave them an apologetic smile...
"I'm sorry... I should have come sooner..." He said simply.
Ophelia was about to speak, tell him that he was not at fault, but Elion had already looked away, perhaps unwilling to look her in the eye for too long.
He looked down at Vel'dranor and let out a shuddering breath. The Greater Dragon's expression slowly became excited again.
