Toivo
(#46793037)
Level 1 Tundra
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.9 m
Wingspan
3.93 m
Weight
179.66 kg
Genetics
Ultramarine
Basic
Basic
Buttercup
Basic
Basic
Navy
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Kind • Generous • Rebellious
code by epher #101073 other art credits go here
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The sun was bright that day. It dazzled off little drips of dew that clung stubbornly to the tall grass which edged the pathway, drawing the eye away from the sprawling marketplace that lay in grids before a little tundra's innocent, youthful eyes. He watched every passerby with the same intent stare, gathering visual information that would be forgotten in moments and olfactory information that would last a lifetime. The world outside the clan's frigid walls was surprisingly shiny and beautiful, and the young dragon loved every second he got to take in. He was too young to talk at the time, but he tried to smile eagerly at each dragon he met. Especially those two, a little rough around the edges and looking thoroughly unamused with the world, that his caretaker brought him before. "Got another fodder fer ya. 3500 treasure an' he's yers. Been siphonin' off our precious plants fer far too long. We need 'im gone." Caretaker's voice was a reassuring one to the confused, fluffy little dragon, who was too dull yet to do much more than admire the ability of the adults to speak. "For that price?" Mused one of the dragons on the other side of the conversation. She looked the hatchling over with a half-blue-half-green gaze. "Competitive, that's for sure. We'll make an easy profit off him in the summer when clans are looking to train newbies." The other dragon was male, a towering guardian who blocked out the young tundra's view of the sky. His vibrant blue scales replaced it dazzlingly, distracting from the almost embarrassing squeak that was his voice, "We'll take him." Ooh! Now there were golden coins to draw in the youngling's attention. He watched as Caretaker gathered a great many treasure pieces into a rough-leather wallet. "Bye, runt. Hope th' Icewarden likes yeh better then I do." Caretaker's words, while lost on the fluffy infant, carried enough finality to signal that something was wrong. It was worse when they walked away into the crowd. The nameless, voiceless tundra tried to dart after the dragon who'd helped him since birth, but the guardian easily caught him with a single talon. "Now, now, little one. They don't own you now. Come, let's see if we can't find someone to manage you 'til summer rolls around." His sky-blue scales were harsh and cold now. The sunlight was dull. The entire marketplace had lost its warmth and allure; the closing paw of the guardian spilled shadows that writhed like demons as they stretched over the quivering tundra youth. It was all so sudden, all so scary. Each muscle the hatchling possessed tensed and uncoiled just before the paw closed fully around him. Away, away he fled, jumping past marketgoers, stalls, and so very many animals of all sorts. The snow that nestled calmly betwixt cloth tents stung at his furless paws, hidden gravel digging deep enough to bleed. He was so very, very scared. He ran as long as his infantile legs would carry him before collapsing. He fell in an alley, between two of the few permanent buildings of the fluid, ever-changing market structure. One was a tavern, with loud voices spilling from open windows alongside burnished golden light. The other was some sort of animal storehouse, where dragons came to sit through auctions for food creatures and friends alike. The little tundra cared little for either of these places. He curled on the snowy cobblestones and dripped tears and blood, which sank into the frozen alley floor and stained the snow. This was too much for a hatchling of a scant few weeks old. Too much indeed. He cried all the tears out that he could, curling in a ball to keep the cold off. Once the daylight started to fade and the lamplighters strolled down the lanes looking for lamps to light, he got up and padded a little further down the alley on sore feet that would’ve caused more tears if there were any to be had. A wooden crate, which lay abandoned and splintered by the tavern wall, was home for the night. The melancholy little tundra didn’t even care for how little slivers of wood dug into his fur as he curled up. - - - - - “Oi, kid! Ya doin alright?” A harsh voice shook the little hatchling awake from a sleep that brought dreams as unpleasant as the day prior had been. He blearily opened his eyes into the face of a young skydancer, with fur colored mucky brown and feathers of striking orange. His eyes were icy white, with a concerned, skittish spark laying deep within. The infant tundra took one look at the fledgeling dragon before him and squealed, scrambling to escape the crate and only managing to push more splinters into his scabbed paws. “Woah, woah. I ain’t ‘ere ta hurt ya, kid. Just wondrin’ what’cha were doing all lonesome in such a location as ya were. Thought ya might be another runaway, but I’ll leave if’n I’m scarin’ ya.” Those words had no effect on the youth, it seemed. He was content to screech and babble and claw with tiny claws. “Oh, Icewarden, can ya even talk? Aubrey, c’mere ’n lookit this lil snatch of a critter. They’re sellin’ fodder now thet can’t even talk!” The screaming youngling paused for a moment as another dragon swooped into the scene, this one a tiny fae who bore scales and wings of a muted chartreuse shade. “The nerve! Poor thing’s far too young to be abandoned. Guess we’ve got a new recruit instead of breakfast this morning. Let’s bring him back home and see if we can’t do something to help ease his worry a little bit.” The skydancer reached out to grab the squirming child with slender paws, only to receive a fierce bite that forced him to withdraw. “Ya gotta do somethin’ to ‘im, Aubrey, or he’ll never let us close.” The fae sighed as though inconvenienced. She unthreaded a battered iron locket from around her neck and waved it around before the hatchling’s fear-filled pale blue eyes. The fluffy youngster relaxed slightly, tracing the pendulum swing of the locket. He reached out for it, only to have it jerked back a few inches. With a sudden stubborn will that melted away all reservations, he padded after it. The fae - Aubrey - passed it to her warmly colored skydancer friend, and the hatchling waddled towards it on wounded paws. He was scooped up swiftly and handed the locket to play with as the two adolescent dragons wandered out into the market streets. Even as the snow fell, the child’s eyes never left the necklace. “There, thet worked like a charm, Aubrey.” “The kid’ll never give it back now. You’ll have to find me a new one.” “Aw, c’mon, ya can’t say thet yer mad ta have done so, can ya? Poor kid’d never survive alone.” “I’m just glad we found him before anyone else did. Now, move faster, who knows where the guards have wandered. Can’t risk recognition, Ash.” “Right, right.” - - - - - [TBC] --Lore Notes-- -Mercenary/AH sniper. Doubles as a clan counselor when he's not off on his secretive activities. If you have an illegal need, underground sources will point you to Toivo. -Fashionista Aesthetic_Stuff wrote:
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