Moontread

Uh-oh, looks like this little warrior wandered a little too far from his home lair (199261, Remuta), and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. This is not necessary, but he would be very grateful!

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Owners I've Had:

199261, Remuta
259164, CleverDual
327177, Lewa

(put your lair/username here)

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Items held:

Green Aviator Scarf

Apparel

What differentiates this from a standard green scarf is a subtlety lost on most.

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"Stolen in the fire territory"

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Moontread comes from a fierce band of rogues known as the Roaming Riot. They roam primarily between Shadow and Plague territories, terrorizing the locals. Moontread is the youngest of his mother's many children, and is low in the pecking order. It is her desire for their family to grow ever stronger, so she started him on a journey to gain knowledge of the world.

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On his first stop - in a shadow clan - Moontread spent most of his time listening to a rather obnoxious fae, named Haz. Sorry, Hazzleblazzlekerblazzleflam. He claimed to be the 'best author in all of Sorneith. In Moontread's opinion, he was just obnoxious, but no matter what the young dragon thought of him, no one could deny that Haz was the most knowledgable dragon in the clan. Despite not gathering any vital information, Moontread left with a full (very entertaining) copy of Haz's book - Hazzleblazzlekerblazzleflam: a Memoir.

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During his travels, Moontread lived off of stealing and attacking weaker dragons. At the time, he was in fire territory, when he decided to try and steal from a bigger lair. He found an isolated sanctuary that seemed like a perfect place. He observed it for a few days and bigger dragons, walking in shining armor made him feel anxious. However, it seemed like a peaceful place, so their guard should be down enough for him to get some items. He made mental notes of where the threatening-looking residents stayed and where the food hoard was.
One night, he finally made his move. He quickly got in through the open window of one of the dragons that had problems breathing when asleep. Expertly moving through the corridors he stayed clear of the hard-workers that tended to stay up into the late hours. After a few bad turns and an encounter with a low-hanging tapestry, he found what he thought was a treasury. Upon entering he saw big stacks of food and some items. Not exactly what he wanted but with no complaint, he took some food and a scarf that he eyed from behind an old chair. Moontread had the room with the open window in his sights, when suddenly, someone harshly grabbed him by his leg lifting him up. A black Guardian, he remembered should be in another part of the lair, looked him in the eye and spoke "I'd advice you to drop that down, thief.". Moontread immediately dropped all the food he took. Then the other dragon went with him to the front entrance and hurled him out, shouting "I don't want to see you ever again!".
Moontread got up from the ground and ran away as fast as he could. He started berating himself in his head. He knew he should've observed the place more. There won't be a next time in this place but somewhere else, he won't make the same mistake. He looked at the scarf that the other dragon didn't notice he took and smiled.

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