Honeyed Pasture villain

Silence stretched onward and at last Drakonis felt somewhat uncomfortable. They stared at one another, the grey murderer's gaze cold and detached and Drakonis's now changing into something less curious and more wary. Even then he held his ground, breathing even until the hissed question broke the silence. The tension rose however and he shifted blinking once. Why did his identity matter? "Drakonis Svartell. Son of a dead fool and a murdered woman" he said this bitterly, maw wrinkling with disgust. He hated his dead father. The man had left to avenge his mother and ended up falling for another, having more children and making a mess of their lives too. That was the worst offense, bringing down your chaotic tendencies upon another. "Do I get a name from you?" he asked.