Hacesh watched her show off the blade she concealed within her arm and grinned, such a neat little trick of nature to create something like that in Xy's kind. He saw her tears in her green eyes as she started to tell the tale of her past, of her parents before she held her head in pain. ”Are you okay, Xyaban?” He asked but she only nodded as she composed herself and continued on, so he let it go, it was a lot he had dropped on her after all, that might have had something to do with her sudden headache.
He frowned, her story was so sad, abused, starved and sold off for sex, that they watched and laughed at her cries for help. Horrible, Hacesh was glad to hear that they were dead, those kinds of dragons were the reason dragon hunters existed in the first place, part of the reason anyway. He was impressed that she had survived for this long on her own after years of confinement, but her kind were survivors by nature, too bad Hacesh had no idea what kind of mentality he was dealing with in Xyaban. She was doing well in plucking his heart strings to her tune, due to her kinds rarity and her beauty he was blind to the madness in her green eyes.
But she was also a mother! He smiled as she spoke of her little boy, she didn't know the father but didn't care, Kirin was hers and hers alone. ”That is a great, Xyaban, so happy for you and Kirin. I know what it's like to be a father myself, it's a wonderful thing, so to a mother, I can only imagine it would be that much better.” He smiled, once again if he had known what Kirin actually was Hacesh would be a lot more on guard than he was at the moment, charmed as he was by her. ”Despite everything you have been through in your life, Xyaban, you have come through it and brought another young life into it, that's truly amazing.”
She then turned the questions to him, asking of his kind and his past, but she also scooted a little closer to him as well, that hadn't escaped him. He smiled, so she was as interested in him as he was of her. ”I am an Obsidian dragon, we are as rare as your kind are, Xyaban, but we're longer lived if I'm honest, I'm three-thousand, six-hundred and eighty-four years old. By my kind I'm not old, not young either, somewhere between.” He chuckled. ”The form you see now is the form we are hatched to, but we are capable of shifting into a much larger four legged form, a form I am happy you first didn't see me in with your fear. I am around forty feet tall in that form, and it is even rare than seeing one of your kind that I find a dragon larger than myself.” He explained. ”Nothing else special about us really. But, personally, as I said I am a father, twenty children at last count, males of my kind don't always stay with the mother many years past birth. But I still keep in touch with those that I can, and even if it's been hundreds of years since last I saw them, I'll still know one of my own on sight, no matter how much they may have changed, for they're not all full dragons.” He wasn't ashamed, unlike some dragons, to admit that he had fathered some half dragons in the world, he wasn't very picky when it came to the races he'd lay with.
”Despite my age, sad to say I don't have many highlights apart from my off spring, I do have a horde of my own of course.” Noted that neither of them mentioned even a hint of where said caves were. ”I just kind of wonder around the lands looking for things to do.” He shrugged, he wasn't lying either, Hacesh truly didn't do a lot in a normal course of a week. When you lived as long as he had and as long as he would still you didn't need to rush to do things in life, less so if those things could be done at any time.
He watched her scoot a little closer while he had spoke and smiled to her and moved a little closer himself, no point in his hiding it. But then suddenly she was almost in his lap and he was taken a little aback by that sudden move, as she sat straddling him her green eyes looking into his own eyes, a wicked little smile on her lips.