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Hrafnagud

(#428290)

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Ruyva

Rusty Golem

Energy: 48/50

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Measurements

Length

6.18 m

Wingspan

6.81 m

Weight

478.25 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Jaguar

Crimson
Morph

Banana
Underbelly

Hatchday

Aug 20, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Max Level

STR

104

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Biography

_________‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Hrafnagud Gudlaus ; The Boreal Brawler

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"time cannot tame me"

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» Is illogically afraid of bees. He may be perfectly happy facing down a few monsters here and there, but bees is where he draws the line.

» Serves up some of the worst, dryest jokes in all of Valhall, all with a distinct flavour of terrible dad-jokes. Hrafnagud finds himself hilarious no matter their complaints.

» His specialized way of battle makes him an excellent candidate for battling in the Boreal Forest. Oftentimes, he aids the Sæmi-ligr by training their cadets there.

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______WE WHO WANDER

He'd lived a good life, without a doubt, and yet his heart was never sated.

Hunger was always there, a need for something more, but it was a fickle thing. Like an itch in the back of his head, a drive propelling him forward, and it was what kept him going so long after he'd left his homelands. For few could deny it; Hrafnagud was one of the most driven, no-nonsense dragons around. And it was all thanks to that yearning in his chest.

But finding what his heart sought was a troubling thing. It was not a place, nor a living creature, but a feeling he could never quite make sense of. For what makes a home a home?

Why does the heart yearn for the unknown in the darkest of nights, filling the soul with crippling need?

Hrafnagud had to know. Had to find the answers, to find his peace, and retire from the endless travels and restless chittering beneath his scales. And then he found the answers; it was a feeling.

It was the excitement that washed over his soul when he stood shoulder to shoulder with Modi out on a scouting mission, the frigid air prickling inside his lungs, and it was the peace that soothed him when he climbed the Wall before sunset to sit with Sadr. And it was the belonging, warm like the fires and the thick pelts over their shoulders, that allowed him to breathe when it was all said and done.

S A D R
Hrafnagud could never quite pinpoint why he was so drawn to Sadr. But there was something about her, something so very genuine, that drew him in. They shared views on a number of things, actually knew what it meant to invest time in a relationship, and there was a resounding calm rumbling in his chest whenever they were together. And wasn't that so much more than he'd ever expected to have?

T E X T
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With a cloak thrown over his shoulders and his pearl clutched tightly, Hrafnagud had left behind his old home in favor of a fresh start. Time could not, it would appear, heal all wounds; Hrafnagud could not longer stand to be reminded of the things he'd done and others had done to him, the pain of it never having softened with the years. And a new life would surely be best, he'd told himself, and he hadn't looked back, but the bittersweet taste of home lingered in his mouth as he took to the skies.

Adventure, he began with, and weren't surprised to find the world harbored much of it. Leaving behind the Scarred Wasteland opened up so much for him- endless fields of green, bright skies, afternoon air that tasted sharp and sweet. A thousand dragons met, a thousand left behind; he saw much, but none of it ever did feel like a fresh start. It gnawed at him, like a persistent itch he could not reach, and though he wished to give up, as turning back were surely an option, he refused to. Forward, he reminded himself every day, it's forward, now, and the past must remain the past. Returning to a home that weren't welcoming him no more didn't sound pleasant, and it left a tightness in his chest he wished to go without, and as the liquid darkness of night washed over him the bittersweet torture of remembrance held him tightly.

Hrafnagud could wish all he wanted, but the stars remained the same and the hollowness in his chest went nowhere. It weren't a literal prison, his, but the skin draped over his bones and the limitations enforced by age-old habits and fears that made no sense.

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