Honor
(#21325020)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.09 m
Wingspan
6.87 m
Weight
326.28 kg
Genetics
Blood
Poison
Poison
Storm
Toxin
Toxin
Steel
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Please help us save old dragons!: If no longer wanted return to Aavinox (26433) or try rehoming them in Galopa's Old Oaks Dragon Rescue
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lore plan: firekeeper, charge = fire
Lore story from tumblr user "hungrytundras" on this post!!!
They set up on the hillside. Somewhere safe and secluded. Away from those who could hurt their charge. Those who would extinguish the delicate flame. A small tent for sleeping. Wilderness on all sides for hunting and foraging. And the fire.
Years pass.
The Fire Guardian is a landmark on the long road between settlements. They sit a ways back from the path alone, huddled around their charge. The pillar of smoke means half way to the next town.
The road is scarcely traveled, but still it isn't long before the scant passers by begin to pity the poor thing. They leave gifts by the roadside, food, blankets, well wishes. Small things.
Years pass.
A great storm rocks the mountains. All around the locals begin to worry as rain pounds their homes for the pillar of smoke out in the hills. Returning there once the weather has cleared reveals a grizzled dragon, as worn by the elements as anyone would be after so long, huddled around a last glowing ember and so soaked through with rain that their tears are difficult to see.
The next day, a group arrives with gifts. Food, blankets, clothing, lumber, stone, clay, canvas. It takes days for the small circle of stones to become a hearth, and months for the walls and chimney to rise, but the next great storm falls upon a sturdy roof of tile and thatch, and smoke pours from a brick stack strong as ever when the skies clear. The guardian remains sturdy in their gratitude, but smiles to themself as they're let be in a home that is more than a tent with a fire that is more than simple heat.
Years pass.
The inn is rather quaint in many ways. It marks the road halfway to the next town, and makes a well needed stop on a long journey for many. There are only a few rooms and the stock of its tavern is... humble, but a fire roars in its great hearth with such warmth that one would think it had been lit by Flamecaller herself.
They set up on the hillside. Somewhere safe and secluded. Away from those who could hurt their charge. Those who would extinguish the delicate flame. A small tent for sleeping. Wilderness on all sides for hunting and foraging. And the fire.
Years pass.
The Fire Guardian is a landmark on the long road between settlements. They sit a ways back from the path alone, huddled around their charge. The pillar of smoke means half way to the next town.
The road is scarcely traveled, but still it isn't long before the scant passers by begin to pity the poor thing. They leave gifts by the roadside, food, blankets, well wishes. Small things.
Years pass.
A great storm rocks the mountains. All around the locals begin to worry as rain pounds their homes for the pillar of smoke out in the hills. Returning there once the weather has cleared reveals a grizzled dragon, as worn by the elements as anyone would be after so long, huddled around a last glowing ember and so soaked through with rain that their tears are difficult to see.
The next day, a group arrives with gifts. Food, blankets, clothing, lumber, stone, clay, canvas. It takes days for the small circle of stones to become a hearth, and months for the walls and chimney to rise, but the next great storm falls upon a sturdy roof of tile and thatch, and smoke pours from a brick stack strong as ever when the skies clear. The guardian remains sturdy in their gratitude, but smiles to themself as they're let be in a home that is more than a tent with a fire that is more than simple heat.
Years pass.
The inn is rather quaint in many ways. It marks the road halfway to the next town, and makes a well needed stop on a long journey for many. There are only a few rooms and the stock of its tavern is... humble, but a fire roars in its great hearth with such warmth that one would think it had been lit by Flamecaller herself.
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