Bard

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Bard the bard Medieval poet and storyteller; a vague reference dragon

Participant inBeyond The Horizon roleplay, and ensuing one-on-one

1 of 38 dragons with these colors, one of 7 not exalted, one of 2 not-exalted tundras
Smallest male tundra in clan, but really average in size

Many a dragon make the mistake of seeing only his gentle green eyes and gaudy coat, assuming the tundra himself soft. But under those silky fabrics is a well-trained spell caster and a heart of steel. In short, it is not a good mistake to make.

-he does not have natural patterns in his fur, but rather dyes it in elaborate patterns with the help of Deciduous- only the pattern on his face is a constant

Familiar: Cohosh, a loyal, albeit rather lazy strangler. Traditionally stranglers take root in a single location and stay there, but this presents a problem when he's bonded to a wind dragon that is almost constantly traveling. Thus, Cohosh plants himself by night in the most fertile soil that can be found and spends the days following Bard. This ongoing routine has left Cohosh weary and somewhat sickly, which could very well account to his so called laziness. All in all the two of them have very different personalities, but regardless they care deeply for each other and never complain when one inconveniences the other. Bard can often be seen scouring the terrain in order to find the best roost for his familiar, and his backside is almost perpetually stained brown thanks to a certain soil-encrusted snake curling up in his fur by day.

Would you say we're doing alright? Or would you change this life for another? Do you run or stay and fight? Go on your own or stay together? As we all fall in line We're blind in our hearts Chasing shadows that lead our way When everything comes to an end We bow to you The frail The bruised Who start anew When everything comes to an end You play the fool The painful truth Is told through you There's a flicker in your eyes Neither light or dark Gray or color And I might strike you as unkind When I shut my eyes While you suffer Will we all fall in line When light has been lost Casting shadows that lead our way -taken from When Everything Comes to an End by Plan 3

When everything comes to an end We bow to you The frail The bruised Who start anew When everything comes to an end You play the fool The painful truth Is told through you Are you falling out of life? In a sudden glimpse of light on and on forever We are running out of time Or are we runnig for our lives? Is that alright? Your tale goes on No wages lost Your tale goes on Your tale goes on No wages lost Your tale goes on Your tale goes on No wages lost Your tale goes on