Chryospheros
(#49077169)
Level 25 Wildclaw
Familiar
Dappled Dunhoof
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.24 m
Wingspan
6.27 m
Weight
488.18 kg
Genetics
Sable
Basic
Basic
Oilslick
Constellation
Constellation
Black
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
107
AGI
22
DEF
8
QCK
65
INT
7
VIT
35
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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 Numbers, letters and everything in between, his head was throbbing but there was always more. More work, more to do. A bazaar of dreams needed to be in constant upkeep, never one to let it rest on less capable shoulders. He wished, of course, he could have rested, trusted in his voice in the council, but past experiences proved this to be fatal. The one time he had let this happen, the one day he had allowed the doll-faced youth to reassure him, he had spent the next months trying to undo the consequences. The coin vault of an entire empire, one of the capital cities nonetheless, was constantly bleeding gold, he knew it, everyone who had even an inkling about finances knew it. But in the waves upon waves of missing dreams, wishes and hopes, he could read the writing on the wall, long before the devil even lifted his brush. Sweet faced, innocent eyed youthling on the golden chair of the empire’s financial vein, yet it was a fool’s errand. Silisean would never live up to the standard necessary for his position. So, he stepped up, because the young man needed this throne as armor to hide behind, as the safe spot from people less benign minded as him. In a way, he was glad when a grizzled, old soldier stepped forth to shoulder the youth’s happiness. One less burden on his shoulders, one less thing for the common born to keep up on. Still, with love on his mind he was left with even more. An avalanche of papers, demands, letters waiting every morning for him. The weight of all this paper, ink and words written should be lighter than a feather, yet here he was, face buried in his hands and tethering on the edge of despair. Too much, he felt the strain of keeping together a pulsating heart of trade, with every shuddering beat it threatened to pull free, tear his make-shift stitches. You work too much~, cheerful sweetness, chirped merrily in his ear and with delicate hands on his shoulders, he felt the grayness of suffocating despair lightening, shade by shade until her light brought back color, joy and shape. All he needed was to turn his head, to the left, to the right and press short lived kisses of gratitude onto the softness of her fingers. His, she was his. His wife, his light and joy and his everything. What even had he done to deserve such beauty, such love in his life? He did not know but there was no way he would let her slip out his grasp yet again. He had already known that when he courted her, rosy cheeked, wide eyed lady of bliss that she was. Tight Lipped only when it came to her origins, he knew better than to ask. Then to dig where only skeletons could be put to rest. Everyone had a past, himself included, albeit his was by far the most tame one could find within the borders of this empire and beyond. A simple childhood, a simple child. Elderly parents and finally all alone with faint acquaintances and work as company. Alas, he was not one to waste away hours of the day by spending on what-if’s and past events, no, he needed none of that when he had the present with her in it. His darling wife who thrived upon living at his common man home, luxuries few and far in between but otherwise a well taken care of existence. Pressing red painted lips against his temples, she smiled, always smiled and whispered in honeyed voice of last night’s deeds. What he had done to her, with her, taken seed inside the fertility of her womb. A father, a husband, a provider. He’d love to be that, this simple, blissful existence was all he needed, wanted, craved. 
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