Terracotta

Terracotta
{ The Rust Welder }

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His feathers where black like coal and brown like dirt and rust. The hints of orange being the only thing deeming him even slightly 'good enough' to remain. But even still, he was seen as an eyesore, a sick one, lacking the bright plumage and gentle disposition seen in his peers, but instead born with dark, dull feathers, and despite his meek and soft spoken disposition, he has a stubborn, determined spirit only tempered by the weight of the world.

He worked deep below the earth, mining ores and forging them into beautiful creations. And that's where he stayed, creating one masterpiece after another, and bending metal and rust into weapons, armour, and smaller more mundane things in an attempt to prove his worth to those who kept him around not for who he was, but for what he made...

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Even now that those days are long behind him, he still prefers to be left alone for the most part, twisting and heating and making whatever is needed and then some. Working deep withing the twisting tunnels and caves that make up the lair, so far down that only a handful of others even know what's down there.

His antisocial and introverted personality seems to have lessened in the slightest over the years, although he still tries to avoid it whenever possible. He remains incredibly quite and timid, but is working hard to break those old habits.

One of the few dragons he finds he can truly open up around is his mate Seafoam, and many dragons swear that if you listen carefully you can hear the faint sounds of light-hearted bickering from the depths of the caves and catacombs...

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