Goodboy

"I'll come back for you, Bro!"

June 15, Year 28

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It's been quite some time since Shadowfire first asked Goodboy to join his quest to become stronger and protect familiars.

Goodboy had been fearful- he would never leave the room he had become wedged in by his own growth… would he? But Shadowfire had said he'd seen a great force for good inside of Goodboy. Hadn't he been able to protect his buttersnake, Butterface, during the Great Familiar Purge of Year 23? And so before joining him, Goodboy began his own secret training- training to overcome his fear of the outdoors. He poked his head further and further through the walls of tree meat that surrounded him. He trimmed his own meat severely until for the first time in years he could fit through the door. And Moonslobber helped him every step of the way, not realizing what was to come.

As Goodboy left his room and ventured farther and farther with Shadowfire's team, he didn't truly lose his fear, but he began to master it. He had adventures. He learned survival skills, teamwork, and the true meaning of meat: muscle. He was becoming… well…

…less of a goober.

As Moonslobber saw less and less of his bro, his encouragement changed into desperate attempts to keep Goodboy inside. There wasn't much the flabby nocturne could do, but of what there was, he did it all. Goodboy tried to convince his best bro to come see the world with him, to grow, and maybe, just maybe, find their birth parents. But although they meant the world to each other, the two goobers had finally found something they couldn't agree on. Moonslobber wouldn't give up his sheltered life, and Goodboy's meat had regrown so fast that now he couldn't get in the door.

Goodboy has a long, strange road ahead of him.

June 6, Year 19

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Goodboy is a very big boy. Frolicking indoors is difficult now that he's almost as big as his room, but even with his nose poking through the walls when he sleeps, even with the outside literally under his nose, agoraphobia is a difficult thing to conquer. Moonslobber does his best to trim him down and make him comfortable inside, but alas, he is big boned.

Sometimes he thinks about his birth parents.

May 20, Year 2

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A hatchling slipped away from his parents in a busy marketplace and found himself in the confused clutches of Bloodsore and Humerus, who had only shown up to cause trouble and hadn't even been thinking about hatchlings at that time in their lives. He was so ingratiating, though, that Humerus quickly decided that they were his parents. The bewildered little boy found himself unable to disagree.

He is a boundlessly calm and affectionate boy, the kind of person you can't seem to upset even if you try. He likes to bounce around the lair, but shies away from venturing outside out of a vaguely conscious fear of getting lost again. He'll find things like interesting bugs and bits of pottery and stare at them for hours on end. At night he likes to snuggle in a pile of other sleepy dragons.

There's something special about him: Goodboy's juicy layers of meat just keep on growing. You have to trim it daily or it makes poor Goodboy all lumpy, and then he has trouble moving. Fortunately the meat is very tasty, so there's always someone willing to do the trimming. Usually Moonslobber.

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And lest we forget…