At first the world was silent, the voices in his head falling quiet for the first time since the sickness took hold of him. Then came a voice, soft and feminine but regal. Drachen turned his dark head to the woman but even in his ill state he could tell she was not of this world. Her frame looked like she was standing in front of him but the subtle details like silence where the ground should have whispered under her shift of weight and the lack of gentle breeze in her fur.
Drachen shifted his dark ears toward her as she asked for his help. His oceanic blue eyes scanned over the supposed late queen, his weight shifting painfully over all four legs just in case it was a rouse by the firefly creature that got him into this mess in the first place. But the longer he stared into her strong steady gaze and non combative stance, slowly the Mist shifted his weight back off his injured leg. "What may I help you with?" His soft voice rumbled, offered with a small dip of his head in respect to a Queen. He would listen to what she needed and if it sounded suspicious he would find Aurielle immediately.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think
Drachen has a female Red-Tailed Hawk companion named Enzi that is always with him unless otherwise stated
