A cold message.

[PassionateWriter]

Sickening, isn't it? Such a Dragon like yourself would go to the extent of killing a mere woman without many ways of defending herself. Aren't Drakanites suppose to be prideful, or are they cowards? 

"My, my, you've brought some attention to this cat, my dear Veero Naysien. For a Darkanite

who hardly works, goes on a few expeditions, barely makes a appearance without a pack, 

and magically seems to improve with new techniques, I dare say you're a coward, Veero. 

That goes for all of your kins, except one in truth."

"Lexius seems to be the only one fitting to be born a Drakanite; he's ideal for rulership

to change things back to the way it's suppose to be."

"You see, Veero, word travels fast, yes. I'm not that all impressed; you've gone to the extent

to maltreat a woman, a woman who hardly put up a fight? You're a sick weakling.

I can't find no other words to describe someone who chooses to clash with a defenseless woman.

Up until this point, I've grown bored of wandering around Esshar, watching from afar, and growing as I usually do.

Frankly, up until this point, I had no means to kill another

up until now..."

"You best stay inside, boy, and don't leave your doors. Travel in a pack if you must,

cause when I get you Veero...I'm going to treat you like a slave, on your fours

begging me for your life. I'm going to teach you

the proper ways to maltreat a person when the spikes from below pierce 

your skin as you bleed to death. Veero Naysien, you've angered me deeply;

you've awakened me from my dreams. When I catch you out there, Veero,

lights out, I'm coming."