I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
Killdare was perusing the skies, clutching at the currents above the canopy of trees with his dragon wings. He had grown fond of them as of late. They had taken some getting used to but he found he had an abundance of free time. He liked it up here, it was a convenient escape. He was not so fond of the Jungle right now, he had the misfortune to be present during breeding season. It was pure madness down there. He never thought he might die from a smell, but if he did, that would be the one. It was like a domino effect, first one, then another, and another. It went on like that until the whole place had exploded with the smell of estrus, he hated himself right about then.
He starts to descend, in need to relieve himself, and does so most reluctantly. Gliding down to a stop to plant his hooves firmly on the Jungle floor, he shakes his body, and begins to trot off. After an impressive amount of time he is finished, turning back the way he came, but he stops, smells. He lifts his head, tilting it until his nose is in the air, and takes a good long whiff. When he lowers his cranium again the biggest smile is plastered on his face, he knows that smell. He rushes forward, a full out run, his nose knows the way. Even if he does not. He sees him then, the Chamber Lord, and he begins to speak as he makes straight for him. “Erebor! Damn it man, what are these plebs playing at?” He almost doesn’t finish, slowing his gait as he closes in. The last part there trails off a bit as one of the natives comes into view, she is there bold as brass telling Erebor he is trespassing. ”Oh, it's you.” He grumps, an annoyance in his deep baritone.
He takes in the state of things. Looking over Erebor, the foliage beneath him, ”Did you fly? Or more importantly, did you fall?” He looks over the crushed pieces of greenery, had he.. “Don’t tell me you slept here.” Lowering his voice, wondering what the hell was going on.
He spreads his wings as he steps forward past the girl, making a partition of sorts between them and her. How he wished he had not been in such a hurry to piss, perhaps relieving himself there on the spot would have kept her at bay.