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03:06] Arthur made his way into the bar he needed a drink his throat was hurting for the most part as he head was pounding, whatever was left of the drink that Basten had given him he had under control for the most part and that was good it was just getting used to well everything else. It seemed that Magne was looking to become a dragonlord, and with Caila on the rise, he was worried. Magne, she was too much like Ayla for his taste; they both had the feel of nobility about them to get process by letting go of all that made theria, theria. Progress he was coming to hate that word, it felt terrible on his tongue as he spat the word out like venom. He hated with Syth did because he but his personal thought over the strength of theria, he hated what was happening to the mountain because it was just becoming more like the other city. There was a place in theria; there was a feeling that was supposed to be in theria, a place where there was power in the word and power in the body.

Grabbing a bottle from under the counter as he popped the cork and downed the entire bottle as he took a pull from it and looked over the wood. This was once his bar, this was once his building he looked after it he made what it was, and now it was in the hands of someone else. They just gave it to someone else they were allowed to take without considering that mountain, but he had to be the one to pick up the piece that left on the ground. It was him that was left to fix every single person, and if he dear to ask for payment for his services skill that no one else had, he was being unfair.

The thought ground into him it hammered at the man this was something that he had did he spent his whole life putting the things that he wanted to the side in order to make sure that he could be what the mountain needed him to be, he didn't feel when the bottle broke in his hand the arm covered in scales he didn't notice when the mana that he was feeding into siege breaker flared up as he poured more mana into the weapon. It was a reflex at this point the weapon that axe he had fought and bleed for the two pieces of it that he was able to wrench from the hand of that demon. His blood had covered the weapon from head to toe; it was almost as much a part of him as was his arm. It was just the same as his arm...…

He pulled the weapon from his back as he looked at it, it was able to call to the wind it was able to handle the pressure of the wind he wondered...maybe it was the drink maybe it was the just the sheer pressure of the moment knowing that the number of dragonlords in the city that all thought the same way was going to be four....or maybe it was just that he was tried of pushing down every thought that made him dragon, everything that pulsed in his blood the rage, the greed and that hunger that want for everything that should be his....by the time that he had put in his fucking city the time that he had spend doing everything that he had worked on and yet it was denied to him. His jaw spasmed as he let that anger slip from the chains that held it into place to make sure it was worked for him. His jaw contracted, and he looked over this wood of his table as his blood spiked with that anger his finger digging into the surface of the table, there it was the rage that pure rage, the rage that turned a good man into a monster. That turned a man cruel into one of the beasts that just roamed the land for any and everything that could be prey, but that was not him that was not who he wanted to be; he was there for the defense of theria and all else. The mountain and the power in his blood was his reason for existence

He didn't take a second to catch his breath as he winds wrapped and flares up around him; instead, he reached under the counter and grabbed another one of those bottles and drain it until every single drop worked his way down his throat. He was slamming it down on the counter as he looked at the dent that he had put in the wood and notice that the scales as creepy up his arm once more. Whatever that potion was that basten had given him, it had changed him, it had changed his make up of that he was sure his body was reacting differently to the same thing that he had been doing for years. It has pushed his dragon blood to the forefront; that was what basten said that it was made with the essence of a dragon ? He held up his hand as he looked at the scales, and more importantly, the muscle density of his arm it had been changed he could see it as he flexed the arm under his skin.

No more, he had put his want to the side, but no more there was something that he could do that would help theria he could make himself stronger. Whatever this thing that basten gave him to drink was one that he was still getting use to the effects of, and even if it was weaker no that the potion had run its course, it would never be fully removed from his system. He needed to find a way to make that change that he was able to cause wither permeant or a change that he is able
(Arthur)
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[03:11] He was a medic the best medic that was in Theria; he was the medic that had to seem the most about the body about people and the way they were to be built, and there was a way to change that. The dragon blood body was different from most it was a body that was built on the ability to adapt to become more than it was and what he had seen from Caila's wings. She was able to change the composition of the wings that he had when she had added demon blood to the muscle, and it had taken root, but that was going to work for what he needed. He needed more for what he as looking to do the body needs to experience more pain and more hardship he needed to push it to want to change as much as possible but also direct that change. He had already been able to start that change in the direct now.... now he needed to make sure the rest of the body followed the bath that the potion made.

He grabbed another bottle as he looked at the wall of the bar his mind working at he took another crack at what he needed to do. He needed to remember what the body felt like it was power more power than he had known what to do with at the time. It made him both faster and stronger than normal, the scales that covered his body took blows that would have broken him before it was a form that was built for war. The body could be trained, broken, and reset if he needed it to be, and as long as he pushed it on the idea of war, it would take the change better.

Letting out a whistle as he looked at the building and pulling himself back to his feet as he pushed his desires into a place that would be able to work for him. "Look out near or far for the dragons are coming~ the dragons are coming~
(Arthur)