From behind the darling Song Dragoness an wickedly wonderful chuckle would be heard. It was as if someone spoke of the devil and he appeared. Standing six foot three inches the Arkchion Dragon Lord made his appearance out of his beloved mate’s shadow. Nathaniel’s jet black hair with crimson streaks and silver tips, and it is cut so it falls to his jawline. The two small black horns, with have crimson veins, that protruded from his skull just below his hairline to the sides of his forehead and curve towards the back of his head. Nathaniel’s dragonic k-9 fangs were extremely noticeable when he smiled at the rest of them. High cheekbones, with an angular jawline complimented the smirking lips, slightly upturned nose, and pointed elf like ears. The browridge hooded eyes slightly, to give the classic tall, dark, and handsome features that mothers often warned their young girls to stay away from. Supporting the head was a slender neck that lead down to a lean muscular toned upper body that seemed to be sculpted from lightly flesh toned marble. The most striking feature are his angular almond shaped eyes, with in the irises of his eyes flames of crimson and jet black dance and sway. The eyes seem to pass judgement upon any soul they happen to see, weighing a beings worth at a simple glance as they glow softly with an otherworldly energy.
He wore what seemed to be a simple pair of soft black leather pants, held up by a crimson leather belt with the forsworn family crest as the buckle. Knee high boots plated with some type of crimson metal, fingerless gauntlets adorned his hands and forearms, like wise plated in the same strange metal. On his left hip was the sheathed legendary sword known as Dragons Calling. His arms were bare from the elbow up along with the rest of his torso, which would be mostly hidden by Rune as he draped his arms around her shoulders.
“You called lover mine?” he asked, his voice holding a lyrical tone to he that added a seductive whisper that would travel down along Rune’s spine. The suddenness of his appearance would cause all of them to feel as if the room was suddenly full of scalding water, a moment later however this feeling would vanish and be replaced by a soft constant hum as if the air was charged with energy.
“I feel the fox Oni was interested in is here… And dear old Leo, Isarain was not pleased when you bailed out dear boy. After all it was rather rude of you,” commented the Dragon Lord with a playfully sinister smile.