Stavanger Bay On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Motherfuckers! How dare they (whoever 'they' were) lay claim so close to his beach. No, not just his beach, but his island. He was sick and tired of strangers waltzing around his home, this pushed him over the edge.

The dragon stomped over the markers. Seems like he hadn't learned his lesson after the nightwalkers. But this wasn't like the nightwalkers. There were significantly less of them by the smell of it, and besides, he had all of Yuèlóng to back him up.

Further along he went, growing more irritated as he did so. He kept his eyes peeled for any sign of these intruders. Then came a snap. He too was drawn towards it. 

A growl rumbled in his chest as soon as he saw the two. Both are faces he recognized, each draw a different reaction from him. 

You again?! He snarled at the younger woman. She was the center of attention at first because, hello, what the fuck? He could've swore he had told her off before and now she decides it's a good idea to settle nearby. Hell no. He took a few steps forward, but stopped as soon as he glanced at the other woman.

Minori. It's a face he couldn't forget. It reminded him of everything that came before now, and everything that could have been. Good things, bad things, frightening things. 

Orochi stepped back, his eyes widened with disbelief. I thought you were- Far from here. Back at the plateau. Gone. He narrowed his eyes. Are you with her?