Ritrovalo
(#34634302)
Level 12 Tundra
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.14 m
Wingspan
3.09 m
Weight
402.3 kg
Genetics
Latte
Falcon
Falcon
Latte
Peregrine
Peregrine
Ivory
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 12 Tundra
EXP: 26382 / 38956
STR
10
AGI
12
DEF
21
QCK
21
INT
30
VIT
21
MND
21
Biography
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Guide | Free Spirit | Hopeless Romantic........................................................... Ritrovalo................................. |
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Ritrovalo was a wanderer. He liked to travel, that’s why he got in the guiding business. His first client was a handsome dragon- he came from the Frozen Wastes to find someone named Frog. Anyways, the dragon called himself Murk (ID #: 41265671) The dragon talked and talked and talked about Frog (ID #: 40406094). Apparently, Frog was banned out of the Icewarden’s kingdom, so much so that the Icewarden even changed his element, and fled to the Shadow Realms. So that’s why Murk hired Ritrovalo- to escort him into the Shadow Realms and keep him unharmed. Their journey started out fair. Murk spent talking of his mate-to-be, and Ritrovalo listened diligently. The frigid climate of the Frozen Lands was less than ideal, but Murk didn’t seem to mind it -in fact, his charge seemed to love the cold temperatures- so Ritrovalo hid his discomfort and kept a cheery face on. Ritrovalo protected and guided Murk through the Frozen Wastes, passed dangerous, thin ice, all the way into the Plague’s regions.
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Ritrovalo hammered down the last nail into the soft ground. It squished beneath his feet as he turned to face his charge. Murk was gazing off to the east, completely unaware of Ritrovalo’s laboring to set up their tent. He cleared his throat, “We’re all set.” “Mmm,” Murk hummed his response, still staring east. They planned to head to the Shadowbinder’s realm after they scouted the infected lands of The Scarred Wasteland. Ritrovalo walked over and put a clawed paw on his charge’s shoulder and said softly, “You need sleep.” Murk blinked, taken out of his trance, “I... Oh. Okay.” Murk turned and dragged his feet to the tent. Ritrovalo frowned a little, but sighed and followed his charge in. He knew the handsome tundra just missed his friend, but Murk just seemed... unhealthy. They must have been in true love. Ritrovalo folded the tent flap closed behind him and found Murk already curled on the tarp flooring. The guide maneuvered himself around Murk in the cramped tent to lay down. A fly buzzed around in the small space they had, but no matter how many times Ritrovalo tried to swat it away, it continued to be an annoyance. He could tell it was annoying to Murk too, judging by how his charge furrowed his brow ever slow slightly despite having his eyes closed. He did that a lot these past few nights. |
Blunt force hit his side as the tent came crashing down. Murk let out a yelp of pain which set Ritrovalo into a panic. Pain rushed through him, but he gritted his teeth as desperately tried to untangle himself from the tent. And get Murk out. Another growl sounded and Ritrovalo braved himself. He heard the thudding of charging footsteps before feeling the wave of pain as the creature slammed into him through the tent. The world spun as the tent tumbled. But Ritrovalo found the tent flap and ripped himself out. Only to be face with a raging Undying Featherback. The stench coming off it was thick and the pus dripping from it killed the grass where it landed.
HNNGRRRRANNNN! The beast snarled as it made to charge again. Ritrovalo was quicker this time though, and he jumped out of the beast’s way. A huge mistake, Ritrovalo realized when he heard a scream of pain at where the Undying Featherback landed. Red shot in Ritrovalo’s eyes as pure anger flared in every bone of his body. Anger that manifested into electricity. Static began to spark off him as the beast stood. He knew it was just defending its territory but he no longer cared. The Undying Featherback began to charge again and Ritrovalo held his ground. The static charging in his blood became something more. The beast was ten feet away. Five feet. Two. Then none, as Ritrovalo unleashed the power in his body upon the Undying Featherback. Blood and pus were it’s only, charred remains.
Gore covered Ritrovalo’s face and chest as he ran to the crumpled mess of fabric. Not fast enough. His heart pounded as he tore his claws through the mesh and tarp to uncover Murk. “Murk, Murk, please, Murk, are you okay Murk Murk Murk-” Ritrovalo pulled Murk out of the tent scraps, heart stopping. His side looked slightly caved in. How many ribs were broken? His claws and legs were snapped and in the wrong direction. Would he ever be able to walk again? His fur—his beautiful, soft fur—was matted with blood. Would he be okay?
Murk’s eye cracked open, the other was already too swollen to open, as a small voice came out of him, “Please... Tell.... Frog...” His voice stopped, as if it was too hard to even speak.
“You’re going to be okay, you’re going to tell him yourself.” Ritrovalo promised as he hoisted his charge onto his shoulders. The first step was hard. The second was even harder. But he forced himself to go faster. Faster. His wings flared out. And he went to the closest place he could.
He went to plead with the Shadowbinder.
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The fuzzy image of the swirling shadows was in the distance. The sound of his panting filled his ears. So close. He swayed with each step. But he was so close. His legs gave out when the Shadowbinder noticed his approach. Shapes and movement filled his vision, but he was too tired to try to decipher anything around him. Only one thing was clear. A voice. Silky and elegant. The Shadowbinder’s voice.
“Hello little darling, what have we here?” The deity purred. Ritrovalo felt a bit of ooze land on his paw, but he didn’t care. “You aren’t exalted, I know that. Perhaps a gift from the Stormcatcher, hmm? He knows I’m already entertained with Hope, so why could you be here?”
“Please... please help him...” Ritrovalo begged, hardly able to even lift his head. He heard claws scraping across the ground.
“This?” A huge weight was lifted off his back, and Ritrovalo wanted to protest, he wanted to look after Murk, but was too exhausted to move. “It will come at a price, little one. A very big price.”
“Anything.” Ritrovalo replied instantly as he tried to focus his eyes on the hulking mass of shadows before him. The Shadowbinder turned her back to him and walked away. He could see Murk’s bloody mass in the deity’s hand. “Murk...” He murmured, desperately wishing he could get up and go after him.
“Hope! Be a dear and take care of this young lad, will you?” The Shadowbinder called just as Ritrovalo’s eyes closed and unconsciousness took hold.
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Ritrovalo turned over on his side. A fire crackled not too far away. He wondered if Murk had found his mate. His eyes shot open. Murk. He jumped to his feet, only to stumble as black spots clouded his vision. Two paws found his shoulders to steady him. “Who are you?”
A blue tundra stood before him, a little smile on her face, “My name’s Hope.” She took a step back, the smile still on her face. “You must be pretty special to convince my mistress to help your friend. Pretty gutsy to offer anything to her.”
Ritrovalo blinked, “Well, of course I would, Murk’s my- my charge. I-I promised to escort him.”
Hope raised an eyebrow, “Really? That’s a lot of dedication for just a simple guide.” The tundra turned, walking across the stone flooring closer to the fire, “So how how many days ago had your ‘charge’ died?”
That was it. The world stopped. Started, then stopped again. “I...” Murk died. Murk died. “I don’t know.” Ritrovalo mouth moved on it’s own, but he was barely breathing. Murk died. Not possible. Murk died. Hope was talking but the words were distant. “Where are we right now? Where is Murk?” Ritrovalo demanded, his heart running at a million beats per minute.
Hope frowned a little at the interruption, “We’re in the Shadowbinder’s tower. She built it for me ages ago, but it’s home to some of her favorite exalted dragons. Murk is probably in the lowest floor, it’s where the strongest healers stay.”
Ritrovalo quickly turned to go down the stairs, but Hope put a paw on his back. “You need to lay down. You came here pretty beat up, and you still look exhausted. I’ll have your friend brought up.” Ritrovalo opened his mouth to object, but Hope was already walking out the door. He was tempted to follow anyways, but his legs ached...
He sat back down on the bed of hay laid out for him. At least he was no longer covered in guts and mud. “Just please be okay...” Ritrovalo whispered, biting his lip. He didn’t think it was possible a dragon could be brought back from the dead.
Time ticked by too slowly. Ritrovalo didn’t take his eyes off the door. Murk was somewhere in this tower, probably worrying about Frog. Yes, Frog... Ritrovalo shook his head at himself. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He sighed. Here he was, trying to be responsible for another dragon’s mate. Frog is probably somewhere in the lands of the Shadowbinder, tearing the world apart to find his mate. Ritrovalo was inferring in another’s dragon’s mating bond, trying to be a hero for someone who already had a knight in shining armor.
Maybe he made a mistake, trying to become a guide. Maybe he’d get too attached to dragons who would only leave.
The sound of a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. “Ritrovalo?” Ritrovalo’s head shot up to find Murk in the doorway, accompanied by two dragons helping him stand. Well, at least for a few seconds, because before Ritrovalo knew it, Murk was stumbling towards him. Tears were falling out of both their eyes by the time Ritrovalo caught Murk in his arms and they fell back onto the hay together. Murk was pressing his face into Ritrovalo’s shoulder while the latter was wrapping his arms around his charge.
“You’re okay you’re okay you’re okay,” Ritrovalo whispered over and over again, breathing him in, listening to each heartbeat. He was alive. Breathing. No more broken bones or blood.
“I thought you weren’t going to wake up,” Murk confessed softly in Ritrovalo’s ear, holding him tightly. “They fixed my broken bones, and they told me you were still asleep, but they didn’t want me to hurt myself further so they made me stay and I didn’t know- I-I didn’t-” Murk’s voice broke and Ritrovalo only held him tighter.
“It’s okay, I’m okay, see?” He whispered as Murk buried his face in Ritrovalo’s fur. “We’re okay. We made it. I killed that thing, and we’re safe. You’re safe.”
“How did you do it? The last thing I remember was getting slammed inside the tent.” Murk told him weakly. So he doesn’t know what really happened... Ritrovalo bit his lip.
“I carried you. I don’t remember much of it either.” Ritrovalo forced a small smile. He wouldn’t tell him. It’d be easier that way.
“You... you carried me all the way to the Shadowbinder’s territory?” Murk’s eyes glowed, and he once again buried his head in Ritrovalo fur, “Thank you....” He whispered, his breath warm against Ritrovalo’s skin.
A pang of guilt hit his heart at not telling Murk, but.... He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he nuzzled his head in Murk’s silken fur and slowly fell asleep.
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“Morning...” A soft voice drew Ritrovalo from his slumber. He lifted his head from the warm fur his head had been nestled in. Murk was smiling at him, inches away from his face, “Still sleepy?”
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Ritrovalo’s Youth...........................................................
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Ritrovalo’s Relations
The Guide
Brave | Confident | Charming
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