Dundari
(#63452849)
I am not soft. I am not gentle. And I am NEVER weak.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.85 m
Wingspan
4.15 m
Weight
225.56 kg
Genetics
Lapis
Metallic
Metallic
Sky
Facet
Facet
Steel
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
First interaction:
You and the queen are having tea. Or rather, she is gently interrogating you while you gulp down the amber liquid. Once your cup is drained, the queen stops speaking. You stand up, but she gestures for you to remain still as a blue tundra enters the terrace. Shimmering, frosted robes slide elegantly over the tiles, and floating candles that seem to make the space colder circle around you. The queen inclines her head, crest flaring in a gesture of respect. "Dundari." The tundra's green eyes bore into you, and when he speaks, his voice is like an icicle-not sharp enough to cut, but cold enough to freeze. "I thought I heard rumors. What have we here?"
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Dundari is a cold-hearted dragon. He is loyal to his king and queen, but he feels no affection. He helps others occasionally, but their smiles bring him little joy. His emotions are almost impossible to influence or read. That is why, together with Marethyu, he serves as judge and
jailer of the clan.
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"Soft."
Tundras are weak. Tundras are useless balls of fluff, happy children that play in the snow, gentle and elegant.
He is elegant, yes. But he isn't gentle.
Not at all.
He is sharp corners and hard edges, firm scowls and wicked teeth, a face carved from granite stone and a soul of unmelting ice. Frost and fate, hanging suspended off his coat, a shimmering dusting of white that glitters harshly in the light. There is madness, there, maybe. There is silence, soullessness.
There is a beat.
Robes rustle and slide across marble floors; ice crackles painfully loud in his wake. He strides stiffly down gleaming halls, glittering floors and shining glass walls, white and blue and blinding him.
He stops at the mirror, stares at the frosted pane.
He can't see himself, anymore. But there's some strange creature, there, staring back at him with cruel green eyes and a spreading smile and white, blue, white.
(The mirror shatters beneath the heavy, frantic slam of his paw.)
Written by fyi
You and the queen are having tea. Or rather, she is gently interrogating you while you gulp down the amber liquid. Once your cup is drained, the queen stops speaking. You stand up, but she gestures for you to remain still as a blue tundra enters the terrace. Shimmering, frosted robes slide elegantly over the tiles, and floating candles that seem to make the space colder circle around you. The queen inclines her head, crest flaring in a gesture of respect. "Dundari." The tundra's green eyes bore into you, and when he speaks, his voice is like an icicle-not sharp enough to cut, but cold enough to freeze. "I thought I heard rumors. What have we here?"
**************************************************
Dundari is a cold-hearted dragon. He is loyal to his king and queen, but he feels no affection. He helps others occasionally, but their smiles bring him little joy. His emotions are almost impossible to influence or read. That is why, together with Marethyu, he serves as judge and
jailer of the clan.
**************************************************
"Soft."
Tundras are weak. Tundras are useless balls of fluff, happy children that play in the snow, gentle and elegant.
He is elegant, yes. But he isn't gentle.
Not at all.
He is sharp corners and hard edges, firm scowls and wicked teeth, a face carved from granite stone and a soul of unmelting ice. Frost and fate, hanging suspended off his coat, a shimmering dusting of white that glitters harshly in the light. There is madness, there, maybe. There is silence, soullessness.
There is a beat.
Robes rustle and slide across marble floors; ice crackles painfully loud in his wake. He strides stiffly down gleaming halls, glittering floors and shining glass walls, white and blue and blinding him.
He stops at the mirror, stares at the frosted pane.
He can't see himself, anymore. But there's some strange creature, there, staring back at him with cruel green eyes and a spreading smile and white, blue, white.
(The mirror shatters beneath the heavy, frantic slam of his paw.)
Written by fyi
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
Exalting Dundari to the service of the Gladekeeper will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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