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Sweat. Sweat and Dragons. That was the first thing he noticed. This was their way the Protected chose them as Guardians. In a way they chose who they would protect as well, though most Dragons failed to notice. It was in his blood to do this. The call of the Maltese. He stood with the other male tigers, all White or Maltese. They were bare from the waist up for the Dragons sight. The Dragons came up to them and made them prove themselves in some form. Yet none had come up to him. This confused his pack-mates, for he was the leader of them, an Alpha of sorts. He was the most powerful and not just in strength alone. He was revered and respected. Unlike a few others who would gladly go back home to their mates if not chosen he would feel a loss. He knew that there was one out there he was to be Guardian for...but he had not yet met them.

The dragons in another room were in the meantime were discussing. "What of the Maltese closer to the right end? He would be a fine Guardian." "The large one?! No! Out of the question I will not let it rumored I cannot defend myself." One of the other dragons snickered. "He is rather...well defined isn't he?" "Such qualities would do well in a different environment, surely. But I doubt the Tiger would approve such...persuasions. He seems quite the dominate type." "What of you Tristan? You're still in need of one." "Not that one!! I will not have my mate tempted to stray!" For one reason or another the Dragons didn't want the Maltese, none realizing another was listening to the groups conversation.

Arykos sighed silently. Two hours and none seemed to notice him. He turned as a movement caught his eye. He blinked seeing the young tiger. Surely a white...but Arykos saw traces of Maltese to him. 'What are you doing here young one?' He thought to the boy

Kristos head snapped up before he realized who had spoken to him. He looked away from the Maltese respectively. 'I am here in place of my father.' he returned.

Arykos heard the twinge of sadness in the boys answer. This one had lost his father...'What is your name, Youngling?' he asked.

Before the boy could answer a voice was heard. "Well well this one strikes me more as a page than a Guardian...but perhapses there s some use for him."

Arykos' eyes narrowed at the words and looked to see one of the Dragons approaching the boy.

Kristos looked toward the one approaching before looking down.

"Oh and a shy one at that..." the Dragon stated a sickening purr to his words.

"Well come on, Little Tiger...I want a private session of your...abilities." the dragon said grabbing the Younglings wrist.

Arykos growled and moved quickly. He knew exactly what the man wanted. His golden eyes bore into the mans. "You will not take this boy." He stated.

"What was that?" the draon asked with a growl.

Kristos flinched slightly at the harshness in the Dragons voice.

Arykos did not even blink. "You will not take him." He repeated as he stood, blocking the boy from the Dragon.

A few of the tigers saw the action and watched, several from Arykos' pack.

"I will do whatever the Hells I please, Tiger. Now move." The dragon said.

Arykos did not buge.

"Stand aside!" the dragon demanded again.

"I will not allow the youngling to be subjegated to the likes of you." Arykos said simply.

Kristos blinked and looked at the Maltese in respect.

"I am a Dragon of the Highest Order, how dare you speak to me like that!" the man was outraged.

Arykos didn't acknowledge the man this time. 'Your name, Youngling.' he requested.

'Kristos...' The young one replied.

'Turn your back to this man, Kristos, This Dragon does not deserve you as a Guardian' Arykos said before doing said action himself.

Kristos nodded and did the same.

The tigers around Arykos of his tribe did the same, others following suit. They rejected the dragon as a potential Protected.

"It looks at though you really don't have a reason to be here anymore Dres." one of the other Dragons said. The one glared at the tigers, his face flushed in embarasment before he stormed out of the room.

"Thank you..." Kristos started to say.

"My name is Arykos, young one."

The boys eyes widened at the name and he bowed slightly. His father had talked greatly of this Maltese

Arykos smiled. "Lets try to find you a worthy Protector." He said turning both of them back to face the dragons.

Ki watched as one of the other dragons was dismissed from the room and she couldn't help but snicker as he left pouting. With a smile now on her face she continued to walk the room. She knew no one here but that was hardly surprising seeing as she had only even gotten to this town in the past eight hours. She walked slowly through the room, her skirts swishing with each step. She really wasn't looking for a guardian but if she found one, and they agreed on terms, she wouldn't mind having some company.