Syndor

Syndor
traveller|scavenger

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shunned from his home territories for looking like a child of frost, syndor now finds solace in the frozen wastelands of the Snowsquall Tundra in the very place that caused him to be forced out of his birthland. He treks the snowed flight up to arcane and back down, only stopping in this clan to share stories of his travels and to share items and foreign food, preserved by the cold of his familiar, that he's collected on the journey. although he would never like to share this with anyone, he still has a deep fondness for the feeling of heat, and can sometimes be found standing just a liiiitle too close for comfort to someone to sap the body warmth radiating from them. but he gives the absolute best hugs around


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