He's been on the move for a while now, keeping one step ahead of hunters, the clan, and other problems. One step ahead of being captured and forced to conform to the way they wished him to be. He moved swiftly when he could. Swam through oceans if he had to, took to the air when he wanted, and ran under cover when around others. In cities and other locations where he might be seen.
Genji wasn't sure which city he had ended up in, but the smell was good. Like candy and warm. Like spice and heat and magic. There was something about this place that smelled welcoming but dangerous. On his first night there, someone saw him, but not human him. Dragon him. He had made a mistake of not changing before landing, scarring some people. They screamed, he roared, they shot at him, he took off, shifted and hid.
Reports of a dragon were storming the local news. People claiming that it was the cause of crimes, or missing people. That the break in at the gas station was a dragon smashing in the window, not a armed man looking for a bottle of whiskey and throwing a fit. A girl went missing. Must be the dragon.
For Genji, he was still hurt from the last fight with his clan, so he didn't just leave the city. Instead he wandered it, green hair under a ball cap, body tightly bound with bandages to help his wounds, but also around his neck to hide the fade of scales at his neck. Once in a while, that smell of magic got his attention and he hated himself for searching it out. But it smelled so good...
Dragons and Witches (no doubt to be NSFW later)
Genji wasn't sure which city he had ended up in, but the smell was good. Like candy and warm. Like spice and heat and magic. There was something about this place that smelled welcoming but dangerous. On his first night there, someone saw him, but not human him. Dragon him. He had made a mistake of not changing before landing, scarring some people. They screamed, he roared, they shot at him, he took off, shifted and hid.
Reports of a dragon were storming the local news. People claiming that it was the cause of crimes, or missing people. That the break in at the gas station was a dragon smashing in the window, not a armed man looking for a bottle of whiskey and throwing a fit. A girl went missing. Must be the dragon.
For Genji, he was still hurt from the last fight with his clan, so he didn't just leave the city. Instead he wandered it, green hair under a ball cap, body tightly bound with bandages to help his wounds, but also around his neck to hide the fade of scales at his neck. Once in a while, that smell of magic got his attention and he hated himself for searching it out. But it smelled so good...