Youngbull sat there staring into the fire then convinced the dragoness had heard the thought he had let pass through his mind's enclouded barrier. he stared up at her looking into her now bright eyes, with eyes that contradicted hers, his eyes radiated with darkness like if his eyes were nothing but dark smoke. this sight was, of course, for nyx's eyes only, he had set up a visual illusion for the rest, in their eyes his eyes were eyes a fairytaleprince worthy. but to her they were orbs of darkness which smoke seemed to gather at the corner of his eyes that were raised highest. he smirked at her wondering and almost shocked apearance, then just looked back down into the fire and spoke to her;
"You would be Nyx, am i right?" again letting a line of thought pass through the cloudbarrier '...the imfamous black dragon, born from a family of red and green dragons, leaving her cave at the age of only 15...' he could feel her mind digging back into her past.
when she confirmed that she was, naturally curious as to how this stranger knew he spoke again to her;
"Oh, you'r an object of interrest in domain..." and followed it with another thought. '...your darkness is not unknown to me...'
he stoped, letting her take in what he had said and thoughtsimply watching the fires consume the wood, it reminded him of the air of his realm of darkness. he had more than once taken objects back into his realm, not invitingly as an invitation would counter the air's effect. and he saw how the objects would simply scorch to dark ashes in a manner of seconds, depending on the size, and that ash would be picked up by the air and flewn across the ashlands that made out the ground, ashes, yet hard as rock.to all else he would look like he was missing something, or someone, maybe even giving the impression that he had been thrown out of his country for some reason, maybe by a human invasion, who knows which thoughs would form in someones mind.
he then turned his gaze towards the darkness of the cave, his eyes naturally attuned to even pitch-black darkness he could clearly see the being tormented by the darkness inside it. he raised up and streightened his longcoat, before he made his way past the dragoness with a smirk on his face, walking towards the creature inside, calling on his powers of darkness, to the others the darkness surrounding him would seem like a shimmering light, and all he would do would look like the doings of light. he loved to affect impressions by confusion, and illusions was one of his specialties.
he called upon the darkness of the creature forcing it to show itself to him.