Fiery dragon emitted chilling scream, before quieting once more, as if tempted to burst from he confines of his sister's presence . . . he would not use the gift bestowed upon him. Tense muscles rippled with anticipation for something that would not come . . .

For the moment he did not seek to explain to Essence, but turned insicors grinding amongst themselves. His voice was a soft whisper, intensely masculine . . . not in threat, but merely warning.

"Her business is her own, she needs not explain her actions to any . . . her presence in this land ruled by my sire is not in violation of the laws of this residence."

Smoldering orbs glittered with malice, intent on none but the two whom stood before him, Ivory Storm . . . who was she?? The other he knew not of as well, but it did not matter . . . both he considered intrusions upon his territory.

The dragon had awakened from his slumber, flames spouting abruptly from it's orifice . . . it's reign had been challenged . . .