Ahh, how he loved days like this. Axel was investigating the city, his hands deep in his cloak's pockets. He looked up as he heard the clap of thunder. He shook his head, thunder always sent shivers up his spine, he had no idea why, it just did. He walked slowly through the streets, as though a type of wolf or large cat on the prowl. His amethyst orbs taking in everything and yet nothing at the same time. He wasn't even paying any attention to his surroundings, his mind on other things, such being these prophecies of some 'Savior' who would possibly dethrone him. Yes, this man was Axel Van deriz, the supposed king of Weredragons, but he was not the rightful king, he had killed his brother and banished his own nephew on the charge of murdering his own father. He looked around, he knew Ziggy was the rightful king, him and this 'savior boy' would have to be struck down quick and clean, perhaps he'd use the same poison that had killed the father. He smirked, glancing about, casting flirtatious winks at random females as he passed them.
