Khrovar
(#29663038)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
Clouddancer
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Energy: 50
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.05 m
Wingspan
6.89 m
Weight
689.52 kg
Genetics
Taupe
Basic
Basic
Oilslick
Basic
Basic
Grape
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Khrovar
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Founder of the Clan of The Deadwind.
Hunter and Warrior
"I can't see, what'd'you want," sighed the rather large nocturne when he was awoken by the slapping of a sibling's tail. It had been several months since his arrival into the world. Khrovar was walking on the warm grass, perfectly able to travel without tripping over anything, but unable to witness the beautiful yellows and greens the world had to offer.
"Open your eyes," One of his siblings yawned, just beginning to wake up.
"For goodness sake, they are open! Or at least what I think open is," He snapped, annoyed by their constant ignorance.
Khrovar mumbled something incomprehensible and began to blink, making sure his eyes really were open.
The scent of meat suddenly caught his attention. He swung his head toward the smell and began to trot in the direction. The hunting party had just come back with food. His stomach grumbled and he lifted himself up into the air with a few flaps of his wings. He glided around his clan's grounds before landing in a clearing, usually used for eating. For a few moments he listened and felt for the rumbling of returning dragons, and it didn't take long until he could hear their faint steps slowly growing larger, until eventually they stopped near him. Fresh kill was dropped on the ground, and a guardian roared, announcing their return.
"Hi, Khrovar," A fae said, fluttering towards his friend. The blind dragon's head turned in the direction of his voice, "Hello."
"How are you always the first one here?" The fae asked in a very calm and monotone voice. And as much as Khrovar knew that this was normal for faes, he couldn't help but notice almost every dragon spoke like that, and it was almost creepy. Mimicking the same voice, as was common for nocturnes, Khrovar responded, thinking of how everyone else would say it.
"My inability to see seems to make my other senses stronger," The nocturne said, although whenever he spoke with his clan mates he always felt odd. It wasn't odd for his species to mimic, but all the personalities here were so stale.
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Founder of the Clan of The Deadwind.
Hunter and Warrior
"I can't see, what'd'you want," sighed the rather large nocturne when he was awoken by the slapping of a sibling's tail. It had been several months since his arrival into the world. Khrovar was walking on the warm grass, perfectly able to travel without tripping over anything, but unable to witness the beautiful yellows and greens the world had to offer.
"Open your eyes," One of his siblings yawned, just beginning to wake up.
"For goodness sake, they are open! Or at least what I think open is," He snapped, annoyed by their constant ignorance.
Khrovar mumbled something incomprehensible and began to blink, making sure his eyes really were open.
The scent of meat suddenly caught his attention. He swung his head toward the smell and began to trot in the direction. The hunting party had just come back with food. His stomach grumbled and he lifted himself up into the air with a few flaps of his wings. He glided around his clan's grounds before landing in a clearing, usually used for eating. For a few moments he listened and felt for the rumbling of returning dragons, and it didn't take long until he could hear their faint steps slowly growing larger, until eventually they stopped near him. Fresh kill was dropped on the ground, and a guardian roared, announcing their return.
"Hi, Khrovar," A fae said, fluttering towards his friend. The blind dragon's head turned in the direction of his voice, "Hello."
"How are you always the first one here?" The fae asked in a very calm and monotone voice. And as much as Khrovar knew that this was normal for faes, he couldn't help but notice almost every dragon spoke like that, and it was almost creepy. Mimicking the same voice, as was common for nocturnes, Khrovar responded, thinking of how everyone else would say it.
"My inability to see seems to make my other senses stronger," The nocturne said, although whenever he spoke with his clan mates he always felt odd. It wasn't odd for his species to mimic, but all the personalities here were so stale.
WIP
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