@SilmeriaElemred ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been a long time since Tatsu had shed his human guise to stretch and bask in the energies of the world around him. Really it had been too long. He felt drained and weary. Normally he would journey to Adela for one of his sabbaticals because of their worship of dragons and the forbidden nature of hunting them. However he found himself impatient and instead traveled into the remote mountains that bordered Serendipity and Connlaoth to initiate his transformation.
The plan had been to switch from his human to his dragon form then take off and fly high above the ground where he would be out of sight, let alone reach, of any who might wish him harm. It started off well, as his change from one form to another took only a handful of seconds, but before he could rise high enough there was already trouble. In the mountains it was difficult to get a proper reading on magical energies because the rangers were littered with lost artifacts, so he did not sense others until it was already too late.
Thankfully they were merely opportunistic rats, bandits and ruffians armed with pitiful crossbows and lances, not proper tools for hunting a creature as magnificent and large as a dragon such as Tatsu. Unfortunately his scales protected him from the worst of their attacks, but a few arrows and bolts pierced his hide, sending rivets of silvery blood down his left shoulder and forearm.
Tatsu refused to fight them, and easily out maneuvered them, fleeing through the air before they could bring him out of the sky. He didn't stop until he was in the Wester Highlands, far from Connlaoth's borders. The pain of his wound was bearable, but he was more than worn from the experience. Especially since his goal had been to recharge and refocus. Certainly people would have seen his passage, which he'd hoped to avoid, but he did the best he could.
Finally he landed heavily in a secluded valley near the Terrin mountains. He might have transformed then, but injured and tired he decided against that decision. Instead he settled upon the ground, his long serpentine shape in a semi-circle as he closed his eyes to rest for a short time before trying to do much of anything. The silvery blood still trickled down his scales, but he was unconcerned with the injury. He would heal quickly from such tiny wounds.