Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

Drogon finds himself back-pedaling at Hydra’s snort as he boasts of his heritage. It doesn’t occur to him that there’s a fine line between arrogance and confidence ( nor that it’s ever so easy to blur it ); but it occurs to him that she doesn’t seem overly impressed and he wilts a bit, his ears slicking back against his skull in contemplation. The tundrian does not agonize over it, nor does he spend a very long time analyzing it. He makes a note to tune down his boasting ( especially when he has yet to prove that there’s at least some merit to them ) and moves on from it. “It’s not so easy to define: what is secret and what isn’t for them. But when I left Potema, the woman your father spoke of, was the Priestess. Her brother Damien held the title of Dark Master and that Nyx was his Speaker and that there was something between them,” He prattles, wondering if this is even relevant information to her. “They have a network of tunnels that allows them to move undetected should enemies invade their Woods.” He tells her, figuring that if they are for war that it would definitely be useful information to hold.

His glacial gaze goes to the neutral territories just outside Moonspear’s borders as Hydra reflects upon his story, deeming him a survivor. Yes, he thinks, a very accurate way of summing him up simply: survivor. His ears twitch and his expression turns contemplative as she insinuates that while surviving is ensuring one is alive it is not actually living. Drogon’s never really thought of it that way but that goes without saying as he’s never known anything else. “I’m not afraid of them. Or their threats.” Drogon interjects quickly, not wanting her to think he was afraid of Neo or Vaati; because he honestly wasn’t. He was afraid of things that he shouldn’t have been: of letting others get close, and very much vice versa; and it hadn’t been fear that had driven him from Blackfeather Woods. It had been a …disagreement upon way of life and Drogon’s unwillingness to be a tool, a stepping stone for someone else. Drogon makes a low noise of approval in his throat as Hydra states that if he comes around Moonspear again he would not be long for the world. Drogon believes her. She doesn’t strike him as the kind to make hollow promises and he admires that.