Breath Weapon (Fire)

The ability to breathe out a gout of fire.

High Level Magic

The capability for advanced spellcasting.

Mischief

A playful streak that means they are always on the lookout for an opportunity to prank someone.

Telepathy

The ability to communicate mind-to-mind.

Teleportation

The ability to teleport anywhere within sight or that can be strongly visualized in the mind.

Verbal Speech

The ability to communicate in spoken words.

Skilled, brilliant, and narcissistic, Yamatai is a classic example of what happens when a person with a vast amount of both natural and practiced talent does not also develop a sense of humility to match. Top things off with gleaming silver scales that left him developing vanity as well, and Yamatai can be a very… frustrating individual to deal with as a result. His saving grace is that he's honestly quite happy having ended up here in the Sanctum. He likes the simplistic 'wild' kind of life and the fact that he's free to preen and practice his magics as much as he wants without interruption.

"Listen, lady-cat, you have no idea what I've been through lately," the dragon sighed at her, eyes quite easily level with his audience as she reclined across her chosen perch, chin propped on a paw to listen. "I was out in the flight fields, giving myself some TLC -- you understand that looks as good as mine just don't happen on their own, right? If I don't spend at least three hours grooming I just… ugh, I don't want to think about it. Anyway, out of nowhere this elf woman shows up and throws a key at me. And not even a pretty key! It was all old and rusty and not at all cared for! I didn't want to touch it but I didn't want it around me, either, so I went to at least throw it away, and poof! It threw me away! And I'll have you know, I'm not just all looks. One glance around was all I needed to realize I wasn't on Tris'Hath anymore… so I guess I live here now? I hope you guys have an enchanted forest or something. I've always wanted to grace one with my beauty."

Aki blinked slowly at the dragon with that kind of calm that was unique to felines of all kinds, chaotic or not. She looked around at her home, her endless forest, forever shaded by a star-studded night sky and full of the often-magical creatures she'd taken into her care.

"Welcome to the Sanctum Dream, O Beautiful One," she answered with a grin.