12-03-2015, 09:49 PM
So it could understand him. Although it could not speak directly, it could communicate in a basic way. Kilon was at least grateful that this wasn't going to be a waste of time, though not happy about the subject of the message itself. A very clear threat to be roasted if he did not reveal himself. An unadvantageous situation for him, as it's his invisibility that kept the scaly beast from lighting him ablaze in the first place. He could blink away if need be, disappear, and then strike from the shadows. But it isn't his intentions to make enemies in this world. He did not trust the creature, but he could at least meet it half way. His hand slowly moved over to the psionic crystal fitted into his left pauldron, and with a moment of concentration the void energy that surrounded him ceased.
Drogon would see the air barely ten yards away from them start to shimmer and ripple, when the Dark Templar started to appear back into sight. It was like water poured into a container, if the front of Kilon was the bottom of the pitcher. His color arrived followed shortly after, to reveal loose purple cloth that cover his body and tarnished armor cover sparse areas which was just as much decoration as it was built for protect. Much more strikingly is the bones of previously slain creature, the skulls and tusk of zerg, covered him as trophies. Green eyes, which glowed with a piecing light, stared down the apex predator even as it shifted its body to strike.
It may have meant nothing to Drogon, but to the Nerazim in front of it there were the signs of a warrior. proud and strong. His weapon looked to be an elaborate staff, but he knew hid the dangerous warp scythe. And like the great reptile, he was poised to attack.
"I have done what you wanted. Consider this a favor. Now, answer my question: What is your purpose? Why are you here?" He spoke to the dragon. It didn't look amused, in likelihood it saw him as something lesser. As prey. it seemed to at least humor him, but he considered the likelihood to get anything of use out of it to be minimal at best. This stand off could devolve into violence, but if his own kind could find peace with the high templar then he had to at least try. It was all in the beast's claws now.
Drogon would see the air barely ten yards away from them start to shimmer and ripple, when the Dark Templar started to appear back into sight. It was like water poured into a container, if the front of Kilon was the bottom of the pitcher. His color arrived followed shortly after, to reveal loose purple cloth that cover his body and tarnished armor cover sparse areas which was just as much decoration as it was built for protect. Much more strikingly is the bones of previously slain creature, the skulls and tusk of zerg, covered him as trophies. Green eyes, which glowed with a piecing light, stared down the apex predator even as it shifted its body to strike.
It may have meant nothing to Drogon, but to the Nerazim in front of it there were the signs of a warrior. proud and strong. His weapon looked to be an elaborate staff, but he knew hid the dangerous warp scythe. And like the great reptile, he was poised to attack.
"I have done what you wanted. Consider this a favor. Now, answer my question: What is your purpose? Why are you here?" He spoke to the dragon. It didn't look amused, in likelihood it saw him as something lesser. As prey. it seemed to at least humor him, but he considered the likelihood to get anything of use out of it to be minimal at best. This stand off could devolve into violence, but if his own kind could find peace with the high templar then he had to at least try. It was all in the beast's claws now.
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