Hypaesthesia lay in his home, and he seemed quite dull and bored. His blue eyes looked to the side, as the massive white dragon spread his massive jaws open, yawning. His wings fluttered in the air before he headed off towards Hawkclan territory. He had heard of them, and they seemed interesting enough. He wasn't all too sure about the neutral part and avoiding conflict. He perhaps might stir trouble, but however, he'd do his best not to. However, his idea of feeding himself was rather nasty and wrong.
Hypaesthesia just licked his snake-like tongue over his lips, plopping himself down. His blue eyes looked upward, looking dark and colored with brutal ideas. He seemed certainly mysterious, and yet, he was also here for no good speaking of which. His scales flexed upward, and the bony-appearance in his wings flapped for a second as he fluttered his eyes closed. Hawkclan certainly looked beautiful. However, this wasn't what he was here for. Hypaesthesia wasn't here for sight-seeing.
Hypaesthesia was here to start over his life. He had gone through quite a bit of annoyance and drama between time-periods, and so this, he decided, would be his new home. Out of all the places he could have chosen, it would be here. Hypaesthesia felt like he could settle himself here, and it seemed fun. Behind him was a large wagon of items the dragon had. His only belongings. Which was beer, drugs, and a few bones from random people.
It certainly wasn't appropriate, his selection of entertainment. Being drunk and smoking like a train. Hypaesthesia however, had bones in his wagon which might lead one to think something. If one asked him if he did for sport, he would say no. He murdered to clear out stress, annoyance even. He liked to wage his anger upon others, and his insanity would drool over him driving him over the edge. He couldn't keep anger contained, so he waged it upon others.