What can be seen at the gates is... awkward, to say the least. A throng of people already milled around a ring of polearms held by a row of city guards, standing straight and not allowing anyone to get any closer. Above the crowd murmurs and shouts, now and then can be heard a loud roar, something wild and indistinct, but surely fierce. The sounds of a whiplash-tail can also be heard striking the ground, almost as if whipping the sound itself. Arranging a higher place to watch from, the scene explains itself.
In the middle of the ring stands a large beast, held in two powerful legs, with long neck and long tail, with two small paws as anterior limbs and a fine and sharp set of teeth, showing to anyone who wanted to get close. The beast is restless, waving its head left and right, its pupils very wide and saliva starting to drip from its mouth. Its tail also lashes left and right, getting very near the ring of guards, though they have already adjusted their distance so not to get hit. A smaller circle encompasses a man with a serious bleeding injury, what seems like a but of its shoulder ripped off, crying for help, for a physician. In the middle of the bigger circle, the chief of the guards seems to be trying to chat with the rider, though unsuccessful for now.
The rider of the beast is odd too, if not more than the mount. It vaguely seems human, humanoid at least, wielding a spear not-threateningly at his side. Most of his body is covered with a strange cloak, made of snake-skin, with a strange glow to it. The scales seem... unnatural, somehow. His head is uncovered and you can see its hair - is it hair?
- that seems like thick vines, adorned with dead leaves and... is that beetles crawling around in it? Another thing that calls for attention is the fact that he, the mount and the spear are adorned with several hanging bones that make noise against each other and even some small skulls, resembling several animals. As he twists his head to look around at the entourage, one can see his skin is.... greenish? ... but he definitely has a human look about him.
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He eyes the crowd around him, as if searching for something. He had arrived before only to be almost attacked on the spot, if it weren't for the quick reflexes of Ghar'ra, to grab that human and throw him out of the way. Kesendaran was quite amused inside, watching the reaction of these people, not knowing what he was, yet already taking him as an enemy or an abomination to be taken down. It didn't take long for the guards to surround him and prevent him from advancing further into town, until someone came to decide what to do about him.
So it's been a few minutes with the guard chief asking him what was his business in town. Kesendaran had given him a questioning look for a while, then inspected the crowd and the building beyond. A city. He had never been in one and the size of it was quite something. However, nothing to be compared with his home, Archwood. Under his breath, he seems to speak, though none can hear with such loud noise coming from the crowd.
"I demand you to speak your intentions, right now, else I'll order my subordinates to throw you in jail and to take care of that beast you ride around!! Answer me, civilian!!
The chief tired to get closer, but Ghar'ra quickly thwarted the attempt with a fierce show of his five inches long teeth.
Finally, the rider decided it was time to interact with these strange people around him. Caressing the huge lizard near the base of its neck, the beast seems to calm down almost immediately, closing its mouth and ceasing his lashing, though his eyes stay aware of every single movement from the humans. Kesendaran coughs to clear his voice and then addresses the guard.
Greetings. Them people be distrustful o' me, but I assure no harm be comin' from me or Ghar'ra. I be Kesendaran, representative of them Archwood people. Is the Mayor available, mon?
He manages a bow of sorts, as much as he can while still riding the beast. His speech is somewhat rolled in his tongue, as someone not used to speak much, and his voice has a rasp to it, the same that people that are sick of the throat seem to have. However, he bears no signs of disease save, maybe, the colour of his skin?
|I do not have yet a picture of him, but imagine a male version of Aunt Dalma, from the Pirates of the Caribbean. That should give you a fair idea. Also, picture of the beast: |