He was not from Azeroth, so that is negotiable. Also, he certainly didn't act like a red dragon from my world would, so I must admit that it's rather easy to separate us, in my mind. Now, if one of my brothers arrived--Aspects forbid--and you attempted to kill one of them? Then we might have an issue. But I think only Sabellian would be that foolish, and he would listen to me.
[They had definitely had their differences, but by the time that Wrathion had chosen to leave the Dragon Isles, he and Sabellian had worked things out. And besides, weren't generals supposed to take advice from their diplomats? As for Ebyssian--the spiritwalker was far too level-headed, having spent his time counseling the Highmountain tauren for ten thousand years.]
As for me killing one of your kin--especially your kin, Koh--they would have to give me a very good reason!
[And then, Wrathion folds his arms over his chest, narrowing those burning red eyes at the drow.]
And why, pray tell, would I leave you alone in here? I'm well aware that you can hold your own, but if there's strength in numbers, it seems foolish to separate.
[Then he gestures with both hands, pacing in a short circle and taking a swipe at the air. Working out a bit of anxious energy, perhaps.]
I'm certain that for the fae, anything is entertainment, so even this exchange of ours is likely something interesting to them. Every conversation we've had. Since we haven't perished, well! We can continue. Though I'm hardly certain what they get out of it.
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[They had definitely had their differences, but by the time that Wrathion had chosen to leave the Dragon Isles, he and Sabellian had worked things out. And besides, weren't generals supposed to take advice from their diplomats? As for Ebyssian--the spiritwalker was far too level-headed, having spent his time counseling the Highmountain tauren for ten thousand years.]
As for me killing one of your kin--especially your kin, Koh--they would have to give me a very good reason!
[And then, Wrathion folds his arms over his chest, narrowing those burning red eyes at the drow.]
And why, pray tell, would I leave you alone in here? I'm well aware that you can hold your own, but if there's strength in numbers, it seems foolish to separate.
[Then he gestures with both hands, pacing in a short circle and taking a swipe at the air. Working out a bit of anxious energy, perhaps.]
I'm certain that for the fae, anything is entertainment, so even this exchange of ours is likely something interesting to them. Every conversation we've had. Since we haven't perished, well! We can continue. Though I'm hardly certain what they get out of it.