The curse had been set in place centuries ago. An amulet made of both man and dragon, their power and soul bound to it without their concent. Since that time, Yin Long had been forced into a deep slumber under the temple, where the monks stood guard and watched over him to never let him wake. Unfortunately, they had failed. As soon as the amulet was placed into the coffin, the light would become blinding. Cracks would begin to span out from it across the lid and glow brighter and brighter.
The lid would finally expload, shattering into pieces and kicking up dust in the process. Inside, a very handsome young man would lay asleep. His body unaged by time, he looked peaceful for the moment. His hair black like that of a raven's feathers, and his skin smooth and a bit on the pale side for the moment. No visible flaws would be upon his being, making him seem almost god like in a sense, and for those who knew the legends, he almost was. His eyes opened, but they resembled for a moment more of those of a reptile. A piercing orange, the pupil's shrinking to slits and a slight low growl would eminate from him.
They would soon fade, to a beautiful dark silver nearly black color, before his frame would slowly lift itself from its position of laying there. He would not speak, instead, his hand would move to his head and his eyes would close. He had been asleep for so long, his body was weak and unused to this time. He was dressed in old fashioned armor, that fighting monks of his time might have dawned. He noticed the other's presence, and his eyes would turn on him. He stood, reaching to his full height, the torches around the room would burst to life with flame, and burn higher than before.
This man had awoken him? Why? He noted the amulet laying upon the floor and his eyes narrowed for a moment. "You have freed me from this prison....for that I am greatful" his voice calm and collected, warm but still carried an icy and powerful undertone. He would give the other a light bow, to accompany his words of grattitude. "You hold the amulet...which means you must know of its legends?" his eyes moved back to the man before him. He had to be certain of how much this man knew of what he was getting himself into. As he would wait for an answer, he stepped out of what was remaining of the coffin at this point.
Even now, he could feel the effects of the amulet, a part of him he was forbidden to touch unless willfully obtained. It was calling to him, holding a power over him. If the man knew the truth behind what holding the amulet meant, he could easily obtain whatever he desired within the world. If not, there might be an opportunity to end this quickly. However, Yin had learned long ago not to underestimate his opponents. He did not know what time it was either, looking over the man before him. His clothing style was far different than his own, which meant he was not in his own time anymore.
That would make things interesting indeed. Even so soon after waking, his color was returning. His body was waking and his mind sharpening. He was still weakened though, he would need to feed and re train himself soon.