Edgar

Edgar was the first born and hatched from no parents. The mother of all Nature babes took Edgar in, blessing him with the eyes of the green trees themselves. The mother, or Gladekeeper as many call her, raised Edgar up as a warrior to fight and protect the land. Edgar grew at an alarming rate, his independent solitude life with the Gladekeeper led him to be a bit antisocial. The Gladekeeper told him one day it was his time to go and start his life, so Edgar thanked the nature mother and left. He roamed for a while and stayed close to the nature mother's relm. Finally he settled down in a nice young forest. It will grow with him, at least that's how Edgar thought of it as. Edgar worked hard for the next few weeks and built up enough space to hold 10 dragons. Little dens were woven up in the trees and cozy hammocks were spread around the diligent forested area. A small stream swept through the left part of the small village and platforms of tight bamboo was placed from one tree to the next. Edgar called them sunbathing, feeding, lookout and battle outpost docks. These docks were spread through the area and served multiple purposes. The hammocks were woven from the soft new vines that grew along the trees and provided the comfort needed when resting time came. Edgar also spent two whole weeks on a giant platform in the center of the trees, at least one hundred or so feet off the ground and made tiny huts all along it. This would be the village center, some huts for dragons to sleep in as nests were built and dome trading huts for a variety of fruits, meats, inscepts, plants, seafood, and minerals needed. An alchemy hut, healing hut and more additional armory huts were built. Over a span of six months just Edgar was able to build an entire village, complete with campfires, weapons, cooking pots and stations, appear to wear for battle and more. Edgar whipped away sweat collecting on his fur as he smiled proudly at his work. Now all that he was missing was dragons to inhabit his village. Little did Edgar know it would be a long time away before he would even come close to seeing another dragon. So when nobody came his way he started working more, burying himself with many projects on the village. Water jugs, fields, gardens behind and in front of houses. Flower decorating was important to Edgar as it showed not only wealth and popularity but how many family members one might have. One flower ment only one dragon, two ment mates, two with a small poppy ment mates with a hatchling or more and so on. One day while Edgar was crafting pottery by heating up clay and molding it while collecting it from the streams bank he came into contact with a giant fuzzy moth like creature. Edgar was taken off guard and left up, shooting a breath of fire at it. The creature zipped it's wings, but it wasn't fast enough and it's left wing turned black as coal. It plummeted down into the stream and washed up on the bank, barley alive. In Edgar's surprise he had stayed far away from the creature, before cautiously sniffing it. The fuzzy thing was barley alive, the burn marks clearly burning some of the internal organs of the poor thing. Edgar felt bad, even as a warrior injuring an innocent creature took a small piece of his heart as he quickly took it to the medics hut. After some patching up the creature was back on its fluffy little legs, yet couldn't fly anymore, it's wing having been amputated by Edgar. For the first few days the creature was wary and very scared of Edgar, as he tried to feed it and nurture it. The creature grew accustomed to Edgar and finally accepted Edgar. Since the creature was now like a pet to Edgar, he decided he needed a name for the creature. Zuzana seemed to have a zing to it and the creature responded very well to it. So Zuzana it was as Edgar began his new training with his companion. Zuzana no longer being able to flu had to lean to climb treats and learned rather quickly, the intelligence of the fuzzy creature stunned Edgar. So Edgar tried battle training to see if Zuzana would pick up on the technique. To Edgar's surprise she did and soon Zuzana earned a spear like stick she now carried around with her. For a while it was just Zuzana and Edgar, slowly but surely expanding their home before one day a loud crash could be heard in the quite forest that Edgar learned to call his territory. Zuzana held her spear up and made weird buzzing sounds and suddenly a bright red dragon leapt out of the creepers and vines. Zuzana flapped her one wing, desperately trying to escape, her spear being swatted to the side by the hissing red dragon. The two tumbled, the smaller Zuzana crying out in buzzing noises, fear entangled in her eyes. The red dragon was boutique to bite down on Zuzana right when a earth shaking roar cut the air. The red dragon narrowed her eyes and looked up, the sunlight illuminating a big, tone bushy dragon on a platform. The shadow that in stretched from the sun made it hard to see Edgar as he came swooping down and smacking the red rayon right off Zuzana. The red dragon was pinned under Edgar's strength as he lowered his head to stare at the female. She writhed under his mass, unaffectively trying to squirm out and escape. Edgar regarded her with calm eyes as she pushed agaisnt his strength. Finally she gave in a sat under him, a snarl plastered on her face. Edgar snorted and gave her a light smile. He got off the female and she quickly studded up, pulling her talons back as she regarded him warily. "Emden..." The red female spat out the words. Edgar tilted his head, for this female was strange indeed. Then again Edgar has only met one dragon other than himself and that was the beautiful mother Gladekeeper. He lightly nodded and spoke this ancient foreign tongue. He forgot he hadn't talked for months, only buzzed along either he sounds and rhythm of Zuzana's speech. "Edgar, welcome to my home... soon to be my tribe." Edgar said. That was all that was needed. More dragons came and soon Edgar mated with Emden. They mated together for life, promising to never leave each other and now have one egg, their first born. Edgar happily awaits the day it shall hatch, carefully ruling his small yet fierce tribe happily with his new mate Emden.