Dymura

This wildclaw is a dragon whose appearance is elegant, though he does have some arrogance issues and comes off as rude, he genuinely means well. He uses his wind magic alongside the flowers on his back to create perfumes, though if someone wishes for a particular scent, then they must bring what they want, like a flower for example, the perfume to smell like.

Dymura used to detest the familiar that had taken a liking to him. However, the Goblin had its uses, and managed to help the wildclaw in certain ways. Be it gathering materials or crushing them for Dymura to use. ~Bio by TheWhiteTigerGod

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Ring ring ring

He still remembered the day she first came into his shop... The jingle of the doorbell, her regal crown atop her gorgeous milky white and platinum scales, the hauntingly beautiful purple cloak, and her fine silks that danced with her graceful steps. Her pale green eyes, and her icy wings that sent shivers down his spine.

Dymura stood, only his eyes telling of his attraction, but as she neared, even they were shut as he gave his usual response to customers.

"Yes yes, welcome to Epiphyllum & Pearl Fragrances, best fragrances this side of the Twisting Crescendo, what do you wish for?" He said with his standard haughty toss of his head, letting some of his wind magic blow his signature fragrance around the store in a spiralling concoction of pleasing aromas. His eyes peeped open slightly to watch her.

She approached stiffly, but still gracefully. "I am Eglantine, daughter of the Queen Frozen Pillar and princess of this Kingdom, and I want a certain scent to me." She said with her own toss of her head.

Dymura scoffed. "Oh please, Frozen Pillar is no Queen, nor are you a Princess. Many times Frozen Pillar has stated herself as a leader, not a Queen." He said, narrowing his eyes at the last part.

The guardian, Eglantine, sail's flared, and face flushed as her eyes widened in anger. "What right do you have to say what I am or my mother is?" She said with a huff, hot air expelling from her nostrils, forcing the last bits of perfume floating in the air to vanish and be dismissed, and then she put her muzzle right to his, eyes bright with fury.

The wildclaw felt warm, face turning slightly red as he began to speak up, brow furrowed. "WELL!
I-! I..." He huffed back, and all his vengeful replies to her jab melted on his tongue as he looked in her beautiful but enraged eyes, and for once, the arrogant perfume maker had nothing to say, choked up in her beauty and lovely face.

"That's what I thought." She said, thinking she had intimidated him instead of entrancing, and she narrowed her eyes and grabbed a handful of jasmine and lavender from her purse, handing them to him.

Her touch made Dymura's hands tingle, and his face felt hot. Wide eyed, he tried to swallow his nerves and then nodded his head, quickly pulling the flowers away. "Yes yes I can definitely make something with this." He said, eyes nervously narrowed and glancing about for his supplies.

"I heard you were quick at making these, so I'll just wait here." She said, watching with head high as she rested her elbows on the counter and her head in her claws.

Dymura finally gathered his supplies, but could not stop himself from shaking and accidentally dropping things as he was being watched. Curse his wretched nerves! He was never this way with anyone else...!

Eglantine scoffed. "Perhaps I'll try elsewhere, I thought you were the best in the area...." She said, turning to leave.

Panic filling his heart, he leaped up. "No- No! Wait! I promise it'll be worth your while if you stay! I am the best at my work in the area!' He called after her, muscles tense as she froze. Had he drove her away?? He certainly hoped not.

She turned. "Alright, then show me what you can do." She said simply, eyes narrowed.

He almost sank to the tiled floor in relief, and began working with renewed enthusiasm, willing himself to not be so giddy and trembly this time. He took the plants, and had his familiar pick the petals off and the other fragrant parts and crush them into a fine paste for extracting the scent. He then, added his own special ingredients.... Moon Fairy dust, to give it a silver glimmer, and purple gladiolus.... Special for just this fragrance, it was said in some of his flower meanings books that it could mean "hidden love" or "infatuation"... Once they were crushed and the scent extracted, he grabbed a bottle and filled it in, and used his wind magic to fill it as well to make the perfect scent that would never be overpowering, but waft through the air around the wearer as a delicate and wonderful scent. He capped the glass bottle, swished it around, and then handed it to her, smiling all the while. "See if it's to your liking." He said softly, admiring her even more.

Eglantine took the bottle and pressed the cap down a bit, air and perfume escaping and rushing around her until the cap slid back in place, preventing anymore than necessary from escaping. She sniffed the air tentatively, and noticed a silver shimmer of glittery moon fairy dust, and smiled. It was just as she had wanted, more actually.

She turned towards the wildclaw and gave a small nod, smiling softly, and eyes bright in delight. "What they say is true." She said, putting the bottle within her purse. "You are the best in the area, the best I've ever known at what you do."

Dymura felt his knees become wobbly, but stood tall, in a swoon. He smiled himself back, teeth glimmering as the small smile stretched to a wide grin. He dipped his head. "Thank you, my Princess...." He said sweetly.

Eglantine's eyes widened in surprise, but then relaxed with a happy look. "You are welcome."

And with that, she was gone, door swinging behind her, leaving Dymura at the counter, heart swelling and a smile plastered upon his face, resting his head on his counters. His goblin began clean up work, and Dymura let out a long sigh of contentment.


Bought in "HD" Mode April 1st without looking at genes or colors. This is how he looked with HD Mode.