TheWordsOfWolf

as always WordsofWolf was confused. She was somewhat comforted by the sight of her friend @WrenZorya and thought perhaps @BornToBeGreat would know what was going on but that all changed ...

he shrugged and made a point to avoid all eye contact

"We don't need magic when we have science"

"its unpredictable, it makes the wielder prone to dark intentions and it always leaves scars." his arms were crossed stubbornly over his chest

"magic is dangerous and its not really needed when you have science"

Zayel crossed his arms and did his best to shrug, having one severed off wing made it tricky as he'd often lose his balance "Most people I know say that ...

Zayel's eyes narrowed "you... cursed us when we came here?"

"everybody hates you. people try to kill you a lot. your parents might try to sacrifice you." he said nonchalantly

Zayel looked at him like he had three heads "I have them because I'm a weredragon. The scales mark me as a monster." he spoke through gritted teeth

"I'm not insecure about them. I hate them. I hate what they mark me as."

"Thanks. I hate them. Nice to meet you. I'm called Zayel." he made each statement in the same no emotion tone.

Zayel grunted in response and glared at the speaker "who are you?"

Prince Zayel Bane, age 17. Tall, for an Eprian, about 6'2'. Dark olive toned skin, messy black hair and greyish purple eyes. There are patches of dark green dragon scales ...