#i must use icons with vaedar ok he too expressive xD

[vaedar]

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        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 compare to the high felt when the crowds cheer and sing along to the songs you write. To know that your words RESONATE in the hearts of hundreds—thousands—of complete strangers before you, is simply indescribable. Music is one of the few things that can bond them all together if only for a moment, and that alone can induce a kind of RAPTURE unlike any other. Were it not for the years he's been alive that have granted him admirable control over his gifts, the draconian male would've surely made some sparks fly more than a few times by now. It's strange for a creature like him to allow himself to be so exposed to the public eye, risking that a hunter might somehow figure out WHAT he is. But Vaedar is not stupid enough to offer even the slightest of suspicions, and were they to somehow discover it—Then they better be REALLY good to take on a dragon.

After the band's performance, it was time to mingle with the would-be donors for the charity event. It likely wasn't the place to SCOUT for a potential fuck that night, but that wouldn't stop him if he did find someone promising. He could perceive there were other non-humans around, though he couldn't tell exactly what they were without being closer. His extended years have granted him knowledge enough to discern as much, though every now and then, there's the surprising encounter with those particularly RARE ones. It appeared that just maybe, this evening might be one of such times.  

It came as a pull, a beckoning, calling to that PRIMAL instinct within his being. Out of all the bustling conversations around, there was one that caught his attention instantly right after that peculiar sensation stirred. Violet eyes land on the scene of a woman engaging with two, well dressed men, an appalled expression on her ( quite lovely ) features. However, as BEAUTIFUL as she is, it's not her appearance that has him hastily pushing through those in the way to reach her—It's that rising FLAME he feels, a raw kind of force that if not stopped, would really give those present a show they'll never forget. If they made it out alive, that is.

        ❝ Oh, there you are, ❞ he almost shouts to catch her attention. Hand stretches out to intertwine fingers between hers, purposely using just a hint of inhumane strength to pry her tight fight open. Her skin was at the BOILING point. ❝ I've been looking for you, sweetheart. Excuse me, gentlemen. ❞ With unapologetic confidence, he steps in front of the men and turns his back to them, fully facing the woman. Leaning closer just enough for her to hear his voice, Vaedar lifts their joined hands to his lips while staring straight into her eyes.

        ❝ Breathe, calm down, or you’re going to set this place on fire. ❞ There's the faintest but distinct smell of something just about to come aflame, and he knows it's coming from her hand. He tries to catch her scent behind it, in an attempt to pinpoint what kind of creature she is ( if she can summon fire, she is surely at least half not human ). But he fails to RECOGNIZE it as belonging to any one species. ❝ Don't let it take over, just push it down. ❞