"Such ferocity, pain...anger." his voice gurgled forth from her own Shadow. "I have heard you, child. Spread your wings once more, let me look upon you." he rumbled in an interested tone. His was a voice that oozed confidence and wisdom. The rolling, growling undertone of his voice showed that he was a Dragon; one much older and much more powerful than this young girl could hope to be at this time in her life.
Her shadow by that point had turned entirely into a magma-like sludge, bubbling and gurgling forth the ancient voice that spoke to her. Whether or not she spread her wings wasn't an issue, however, as her shadow molded and stretched itself, moving first away from her, and then upwards. Forming the silhouette of a man in Uniform, Draco made himself visible, the Shadow washing off his body in the pouring rain, slicked back hair dampening, water rolling off his jacket, and bouncing off of his boots as he stood with his hands behind his back. Pale skin and coal-red Eyes took in the appearance of the only eight foot tall Dragonness before him. Small, weak, fragile, but not useless. His pupils narrowed into slits and he narrowed his eyes while looking down at her.
"Yes... Yes you have the pride you should in your kind. In our kind. I will help you restore the glory to our kind, if you help me in return." he spoke, not moving from his spot. "A long time ago, I rivaled the greatest Mages and even self-proclaimed Gods in power, but recently that power has been stripped from me. A foolish Mage was quick enough to put a curse on me, locking me in this form you see here; trapping ninety percent of my power within me." he rose a clenched fist for emphasis on his hatred for this Mage, before looking past it and back to Kaida.
"Help return my power to me, and I will grant you the strength to decimate your enemies. To show them who the greatest Dragonness of all time is! To show the other races of this land the true power of our kind!" he opened his clenched fist, the black leather Glove melting away to reveal that he was speaking truthfully, a scaled, Draconian Hand reaching out to the young Dragonness before him, coal-black scales glittering in the rain.
"What say you, girl?" he asked. Perhaps, for once, she would feel as though someone wasn't talking down to her. He understood her plight: The desire to restore the Glory Dragon's used to possess in the minds and hearts of mortals and immortals alike! To become powerful, so much so that nothing would hurt her, or dare try. "Do we have a deal?"