Erroon
(#21064134)
Level 1 Ridgeback
Familiar
Venomtooth Pilco
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Ridgeback
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
20.15 m
Wingspan
13.76 m
Weight
6486.56 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Iridescent
Iridescent
Navy
Shimmer
Shimmer
Steel
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
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XXXErroon From snowdrifts to circuitry |
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Erroon's earliest memories are of snow and a Longneck clan.
They are memories of listening to stories told by the group's scouts of lands beyond, curled up near a flickering fire under a vast sky of twinkling stars. Scuffling with wolves who dared to attack the clan, driving them away with his ferocity and, soon enough, his large size. Having his long dewclaws clipped, and watching them be made into spears and sickles for hunting, harvesting, and fishing. Helping pack up tents and other camping equipment and loading it onto huge sleds pulled by elks. There is a memory of journeying out with the fishing party to a nearby lake where the fish still flitted under its frozen surface. Spotting a huge white statue looming nearby, and how his heart pounded when he saw lights come aglow as the statue whirred to life. He can't remember if the shrill sound was the machine's drill starting to spin, or if it was his Longneck family's screams. |
That was some time ago, though. Before he had started working for the faceless master in the desert tower.
For a long time, Erroon was a repair dragon. The tower was home to many mechanical creatures, and he was in charge of performing repairs on them. From loose bolts and wiring to replacing major mechanical parts, Erroon could fix them all. He had grown fond of his beeping, flashing companions. The Scrapmetal Trackers often dropped coins for him after he fixed their cores. A certain Sentry Squawker had taken to singing with him when he passed under its lookout post. If a technical issue was beyond his reach, Coppercoil Creepers were his best friends. He'd even had harmless pranks played on him by some strange, haunted armor pieces.
Erroon couldn't learn to like the borer golems—frightening reminders of what had happened that snowy day.
The ones that intrigued him the most were the cyborgs. Erroon always handled Swifts, the squirrel cyborgs, with even more care than normal machines. The softness of their organic bodies was a stark contrast to the unyielding metal that had been built into them. A couple of times he interacted with a dragon-cyborg, called Asima. Because he only met up with her to perform repairs, they did not talk often. When they did interact, Erroon had a difficult time trying to express anything he had wanted to say. (It probably didn't help that he was more fluent in Longneck tongue than draconian.) Asima was definitely different from any Swift he'd taken care of, and it intimidated him.
The tower came under attack frequently. The first time he witnessed a fight was months after his last run-in with Asima, when he was assigned to work on the tower's lowest floors. A small group of dragons, all different shapes and sizes, had skulked in. The guards had rushed to meet them: Chromefeather birds, Sentinel Mith, Steelhounds, all fell before the fearsome dragons. Erroon hid and watched as they looted each destroyed opposer; at the end, they even purloined the powerless chrome creatures themselves. Erroon felt anger as he watched them go, and as he hurried back to work and fix the damage they'd left behind, he vowed revenge on the next pack that showed up.
He leapt into action after a new dragon group had left a trio of Sentry Squawkers in a pile of parts. The strangers had beaten him down with ease and continued to pillage the place, throwing aside other golems. By the time Erroon could get up, they had turned and fled, stealing one of his precious Scrapmetal Trackers on the way out. Filled with righteous anger, he stormed after them into the desert. He was a lot slower than the belligerents due to his injuries, but he refused to give up. Within an hour or two he lost sight of them, and in his exhaustion, he landed. The heat was intense. He tried to find something to eat or drink, but nothing was out in the desert.
It wasn't long before Erroon came across more dragons. He avoided them and moved on. Miles later, other dragons appeared. His feet ached, his wings were weak, but he didn't want a confrontation. He ignored their draconian calls. But soon, he was too tired to move any further, and he lay down. The dragons came to his side and tried to talk to him, proffering food and containers of water. Wary, Erroon accepted. Though suspicious, he was convinced to follow them back to their clan.
Their clan was, to his surprise, hospitable; he was allowed to rest with them for as long as he wanted. He learned the basics of common draconian, but just like with Asima back at the tower, talking with them was hard and intimidating. They were unrelatable, nothing like the golems he had cared for back at the tower. But he did love their familiars. They were entirely organic but a joy to be around all the same. He stayed just so he could befriend each and every one of the new creatures. A long time later, though, he decided that the ones who had taken the Scrapmetal Tracker were long gone, and that he was better off returning to where he belonged. He accepted a knapsack of supplies and headed off.
Unfortunately, his sense of direction had been thrown off by his stay with the friendly clan. Dust and cacti gave way to grass, crumbling pillars, and even water. Night was fast approaching. Erroon had wanted to avoid other dragons awhile, but the closer he came to landing, the more and more dragon families he saw. Just when it seemed like there would be no place to settle without coming in contact with anyone else, something caught his eye. A familiar figure, heading into a structure…
He landed and timidly padded up to the place. The Lilioideae Inn? Pushing forward, he almost turned right back around. The front room of the place swarmed with dragons. But, across the room, he spotted Asima. He recognized her voice and looks immediately, even though they'd spoken only enough times to count on one hand.
What was she doing here, so far from the tower? Was she looking for him? Did their master send her here for something? Erroon needed to know.
But first, he needed to check in.
Like the desert clan, he was allowed to stay as long as he wanted, but the discomfort of being around so many dragons and not enough machinery was almost a deal-breaker in itself. Luckily, Erroon discovered their zoo of familiars, many without consistent companionship. There was no telling where the tower was, or even if his master was looking for him. To call the inn his new tower, to perform new duties for the familiars he quickly learned to love, seemed his best interest.
After all, Asima had done so, right?
Bio by Aeranautics
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