Teagan

Teagan is quick. Cautious. He is patient and deadly, a venomous snake in the underbrush, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike... That is, up until you pay him a compliment.

Teagan is a graceful, regal creature with quite the ego problem. As far as he's concerned, he's the very emperor of the plains, second only to Windsinger himself. His ability to go on for hours about how great he is gets under the scales of the most tolerant dragon. Still, his most irritating trait of all is the fact that he has the skill to back them up. He's a witty, clever, and charming fellow, smart enough to lick the toughest riddles and problems.

His favoured hobby is poetry, which he is very good at. Fellow lair mates have come to admire his skills, (especially the ladies, heh heh) which is probably what allows him to stay there despite his huge ego. His poetry often centers around other dragons he meets, not always in the most flattering way. He's written some utterly scalding pieces towards his enemies, and with combat not being amongst his many talents, has become a master at negotiation and persuasion.

These are skills born out of necessity, as a scar on his left eye proves. Where it comes from depends on who is asking, varying from his brave rescue of a lone hatchling from a pack of wolves, to a tragic incident involving two buttersnakes, three sexy spiral females, and lyretail puffer. How much of his tales are truth and how much is horse feathers, you'll have to find out for yourself. He'll certainly be glad to indulge you in a tale or two, as long as you're down for an hour or two of the Chronicles of the Great Teagan.

Written by Lynchly