Legolas

A dragon is spotted sitting at the shore, the wind waving through the rips in his wings, water lapping at his talons. He looks oddly calm, and, within closer inspection, it seems that this dragon might not be able to exist at all. He's like a living aquarium, the signature guardian beard, only to appear as seaweed, the body structure, a rough coal. As he might appear so relaxed, it also seems that he might have something under his wing that's been bothering him for ages, but due to his calm appearance and overall passive personality, it's always been brushed off.
But he's known. He's always known.
He awoke in the sea, out of confusion. What was he supposed to be? He's never knew, and with studying dragons who immedietly turned their backs and swam away from him, it seems he was meant to... *guard* something. A charge, but where? Where did it go? He didn't know. He never knew. It seemed so common for guardians to always have a charge, but no charge was under his talons. What happened to his charge? Why has he put here? Why did he only exist and remember now? Questions buzzed through his mind as he surfaced, and dragons took one look at the plant aquarium and turned their backs on him, leaving him alone, leaving him to travel through, until within the swamps of the Tangled Woods, he finally found someone who would smile at him, and led him to a whole new clan of smiles. A welcome. He's never felt so familiar, yet so lost.
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And it was never meant to be. A guardian who once lived, who once had parents, who once enjoyed life, listening to seagulls wail across the ocean, only to suddenly be cursed. His charge was thrown out of his hands as his body turned into smooth stone, only to sink down in the depths of the ocean, and a few years passed before a bright mage came by, to cast a spell on him, murmuring gibberish to the common ear. What the mage didn't expect was growth, and, in fear, they fled, only to leave the confused guardian to awaken a week later, looking at his unnatural appearence with confusion, and leaving him to go on a journey to find something that he once used to have, leaving him more confused than ever. He's learned to be carefree, letting creatures eat off of his naturistic body, and is seen like a father by a handful of dragons, but on the inside, he feels as if he's lost in the depths of the sea, as it feels like it's always calling him back.... like it was once his home..




~side note~
He's the local "father" of stray animals and hatchlings. He watches over the babies when the parents aren't around.