The CharacterSome choking, and a snap...
The golden-scaled hybrid released his grip on the throat of the corpse in his right hand. It slid lifeless down the brickwork of the alleyway wall on which it was propped up. The hybrid only huffed as the young boy lay there, feeling no remorse. In his mind, it had been a stupid decision for them to spring around a corner and pull a knife to mug the first person that was there. Now they had paid for that stupidity with their life. The golden scaled man exited the alley, leaving the boy's body to sit the way it was.
He made his way down the streets of Zantaric, silver spear tapping on the stones like a walking staff. The half-dragon came here only rarely, when he needed something the mountains could not offer him. It was not a nice place, but it was the only civilization he knew other than Adela. The hybrid was wanted there, and his bright golden scales were not easy to conceal. As strong as he was, the constant conflict would either wear him down to defeat, or at the least hinder him from buying necessary supplies.
The gold-scaled hybrid made his way with a brisk, efficient pace. Ke kept his guard up, looking or listening for any problems his scales would attract. Adela was not present here, but mercenaries and bounty hunters working for them could be. There were also those stupid enough to pick a fight anyway, foolishly mistaking his natural armor for real gold. He continued on, making his way to the marketplace.