The seaside town of Basra had never seen conflict, and most of its citizens were much the same, remaining within the simple confines certain that their lives were ones to be lived in peace. No disaster had been known to strike the region, the dangers of the sea was understood and the waves were always prepared for, and hurricanes were known to turn away as though to avoid the harbor. Surely they thought they must have been blessed by some sort of higher power all this time.

And perhaps they were.

But it was not fated to last.

There was no warning when the first bombardment came, and no explanation offered. Swift as a thunderstorm, a huge red dragon slipped out of the darkening stormclouds and turned its rage upon the small, seaside town. Reports varied on the creature's size; some thought it may have been the size of a large house, while others claimed the dragon's length span that of the entire town.

The shrieking roar was only matched by the agonizing screech of metal foundation being ripped from its hinges as the great beast pulled them apart with a single swipe of its massive claws. Adorned in blood red scales, the calamity descended and razed the town to its roots with breath that flashed and burned like bolts of raw lightning.

There was no time to fight back or react other than to flee.
Of the those that survived, all spoke of the tale of the beast and the horrors left in its wake. Stories of destruction and heartbreak spread across the land, until the request for reparation found its way to the door of a tamer in white.
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One thousand problems this city dealt with, a thousand problems and somehow they expected him to solve them all himself. Seto Kaiba did more than his fair share and no one would begrudge him that, but it never felt like enough. And now…this.
Refugees were flooding into the gated city of Durak, desperately seeking both the promise of shelter and treatment for numerous injuries, and most of them brought little more than the clothes on their backs and similar stories of fear and heartbreak. It didn't take long to find out the source of their arrival and horror thankfully, but the knowledge of it did little to help in efforts to assuage the issue. And that was that an entire town had been wiped off the face of the region by some rogue red dragon with a grudge and apparently he was the only one in a fifty-mile radius with the guts to try to track it down.

Naturally, the House of White stepped in to deal with the refugees' misfortune, his family did have the most pull in this city, in spite of whatever the governor thought. But with the old Lord dead and his brother presently away in training, all the responsibility fell of Seto's shoulders as the current Lord. If it weren't for the sudden outcry of activity and violence so early following his rise to power, before the House servants and staff had adjusted to the change, it wouldn't have been such a concern.
But the timing was absolutely horrendous.
And Seto sat stiff-backed in his office writing down instructions for his staff in a looping scrawl, rough and impatient and eager to be on his way, the call of the air and the hunt far more appealing that the veritable mountain of complaints rising up from the citizenry. The usual issues, alongside pointlessly petty anger at how many of the refugees Durak had taken in, thanks in large part to backing from the House of White. He must have been broadcasting his annoyance louder than he intended because a ripple of concern floated through his mental link like a rush of cool water, 'Seto?'

'I'm fine,' Seto grumbled, not wanting to upset her. But the fact was that whoever beast was that he was dealing with wasn't some average enemy to fight. Tracking them would be dangerous, but letting them roam free was even moreso. In any case, dealing with this had to come first. He rose from his chair, setting the papers aside where his assistant could find them, along with a note reiterating his departure and orders for a delay to be sent along to his brother's academy, and strode out into the halls.
At least they had a lead.
The moment his House discovered the cause of Basra's destruction, messengers had been despatched to the capital via several Secondary class dragons who'd volunteered for the job to inform them, alongside relatively gentle interrogations of the survivors to find the dragon's identity.
Something that all of the survivors agreed upon was that the dragon who'd destroyed their town was red and massive in scale, and judging from the level of destruction they'd let loose in such a short time, likely far more powerful than the average Primary class. If it was one that belonged to the dreaded Immortal class, he would have to resort to other tactics than a one on one fight, but letting it go free was unacceptable after all the issues the beast had heaped at his door. And Seto know when he wanted something so important done, it was best to do it himself.

Additionally, he had a location of where to find the beast. Eye witness reports from the refugees and various travelers moving along the same route placed the red dragon moving southeast, in the exact direction of a great cavern that had long been known to be the home of a territorial high-class dragon. The locals never saw what color it was, only that it was vastly protective of its lair and expelled intruders with a blast of white heat that sounded eerily similar in description to what the survivors of Basra felt. Due to the fact that no one living nearby was able to enter the lair for very long, it was assumed for the dragon to be mildly feral. Despite the sparseness of the information, the cave was currently his best bet, and such a huge red creature on the hunt couldn't go unspotted for very long anyhow. It wasn't a perfect approximation, but it was something.
Something was always better than nothing.

'Seto, I know you're worried,' He halted in his tracks, black boots clicking lightly against tiles of pale grey marble. Kisara could read him too easily, more than any person he'd ever met. Of course, if that weren't the case, would they still be partners? And naturally, she was a White; picking apart emotions and stress was like reading a book to her. If it were anyone else, pulling through the emotions he was generally content to shove into a box, Seto would have been horrified. Her voice trickled over his consciousness soothingly and calmed the race of strategy dashing through his mind, rather like a softly flowing river, 'I have faith in your plan, and you have faith in me, right?' He allowed a small nod, slowing his reckless pace through the polished halls of the sprawling mansion. 'Right, so if anything goes wrong out there, I'll protect you.'

Seto paused, taken off guard, one hand resting on the heavy, oak doorway leading out onto the balcony. 'It shouldn't come to that. …but thank you.'

He pushed open the door, and there she was, standing at the railing of the too-large balcony (a necessity for a take-off for a dragon of her class), a satchel of packed essentials lying at her feet. Kisara was always quick to prepare for a journey, no matter how long or short, given that she too once lived among the wild. Hopefully, they wouldn't gone long enough to need much of what she's packed, but they never knew; it helped to be prepared. Sturdy traveling clothes adorned her in navy and stormy grey, elegant but not too fragile, matching with his proofed white coat.

They exchanged a nod and Seto took the satchel over his shoulders and stood back to watch. From the first time the white dragon had risen above the skyline and into his line of sight, Seto knew that he had to find her again. He'd seen the transformation about a hundred times by now, but he never got tired of it, seeing Kisara in her natural state. And he didn't think he ever would either.

The claws and tail came first, curling outward in a flash of white scale that caught the light and threw sparks of blue across the ground in brilliant bursts. By the time the scales reached her elbows, the wings came next, exploding outward abruptly from her back and winding around her form. The light after that was too bright to look directly at, but the moment the wings pulled away, Kisara's true form was revealed. A beautiful White-class dragon with flawless blue eyes standing on his balcony.

'Please Seto, you're embarrassing me.'

He coughed, composed himself. They had work to do…
She tilted her wings, readied for flight and the Tamer in White pulled himself onto the smooth niche between her shoulder blades with the ease of someone who'd done so countless times before. Time to track down their rogue assailant, and capture or at the very least identify them, 'Hopefully in time to return for dinner.'

Kisara's chiming laugh through their link was the last thing Seto heard before mighty wings moved into action, launching them into the sky, and after their prey.

Today's notes-

Dragon classes are divided into six distinct classes: Immortal, White, Black, Primary, Secondary, and Demi.
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White Class-

The highest rank of dragon capable of bonding with a human and also exceptionally rare. White class are some of the most powerful mortal dragons in the world and being able to bond with one is considered a sign of power and prestige that can catapult a Tamer from unknown to legendary. Whites cannot assume their humanoid forms for as long as other classes, but are just as capable of miniaturizing themselves. Many Whites possess empathetic tendencies to detect lies or sense the emotional state of those around them. Despite their power and fame, the inability of most Tamers to handle them makes them not as highly sought after as the Black class or Primaries.

example: Kisara