Cyclone
(#64093369)
Winter survivalist
Timberley
Raptorik Warrior
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.31 m
Wingspan
10.05 m
Weight
889.69 kg
Genetics
White
Tapir
Tapir
White
Rosette
Rosette
Storm
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Winter survivalist Cyclone
She's always up for a hike even in the coldest of climates
Cyclone stood at the summit of the snow-covered mountain, breathing in the refreshingly cold air.
Nothing like a deep breath of chilly mountain air to get the fire swirling in the morning.
She had camped overnight, near the summit, after ascending the mountain the day prior and was ready for the return journey. She enjoyed the thrill of being alone, isolated from everything, dependant on no one but herself. She knew there were others who traversed these mountain passes but none ever came this high up.
Here she was truly alone, here she ruled and here she wished she could stay forever.
She gathered her equipment and began her journey down the mountain.
She took her time admiring the views and investigating every nook and cranny. She had taken this path many times before but she knew the mountain had ways of hiding things from her so she searched and searched every week on her way up and her way down for hidden treasures that the mountain might find her worthy of finding.
As she trudged down the snowy path she caught a strange feeling, she looked up to see the clouds darkening. Something was not right. She was hit by a gust of cold air, then the temperature seemed to drop a couple of degrees colder than it should have been.
No, this was not a normal storm, she would have felt it coming hours ago. This was the mountains doing.
She knew better than to continue through the storm so she sought out shelter in a nearby cave. She lit a fire with the wood she carried on her and the few sticks she had stashed in almost every cave along this path. She could barely see 5 feet outside the cave entrance now.
She sat quietly staring into the fire listening to the cracks and pops as the fire slowly consumed the wood. As she listened to the melody of the fire burning and the wind whistling by the cave entrance another noise caught her ear, it came from outside, it came from further down the pass. Someone was calling for help. Cyclone rushed to the cave entrance where she heard it again. She braved the icy bite of the swirling wind and left the safety of the cave to find the origin of the calls. Time passed but still no sign of the dragon responsible for the calls. If she didn't turn back soon she too could succumb to the icy jaws of the storm.
Just as she was ready to give up and head back to the cave she came to an area where the storm had calmed and the wind could not penetrate. The air was still but so cold it stung her lungs with every breath. Laying at the centre of this moment was a beautiful white and ice blue dragon with skin that seemed to sparkle like snow. He lay, unmoving, with his head on a patch of blood-soaked snow. She moved closer and reached out her head to give him a nudge hoping he would respond but as her nose touched his skin she felt a cold burning sensation. She backed away quickly and hissed in pain.
He was colder than ice.
As she backed away the dragon took a deep breath, it looked like a struggle for him to breathe. He began to breathe rapidly as if he was scared and panicking. Cyclone could hear every breath he took, it sounded like ice cracking over and over again.
She's always up for a hike even in the coldest of climates
Cyclone stood at the summit of the snow-covered mountain, breathing in the refreshingly cold air.
Nothing like a deep breath of chilly mountain air to get the fire swirling in the morning.
She had camped overnight, near the summit, after ascending the mountain the day prior and was ready for the return journey. She enjoyed the thrill of being alone, isolated from everything, dependant on no one but herself. She knew there were others who traversed these mountain passes but none ever came this high up.
Here she was truly alone, here she ruled and here she wished she could stay forever.
She gathered her equipment and began her journey down the mountain.
She took her time admiring the views and investigating every nook and cranny. She had taken this path many times before but she knew the mountain had ways of hiding things from her so she searched and searched every week on her way up and her way down for hidden treasures that the mountain might find her worthy of finding.
As she trudged down the snowy path she caught a strange feeling, she looked up to see the clouds darkening. Something was not right. She was hit by a gust of cold air, then the temperature seemed to drop a couple of degrees colder than it should have been.
No, this was not a normal storm, she would have felt it coming hours ago. This was the mountains doing.
She knew better than to continue through the storm so she sought out shelter in a nearby cave. She lit a fire with the wood she carried on her and the few sticks she had stashed in almost every cave along this path. She could barely see 5 feet outside the cave entrance now.
She sat quietly staring into the fire listening to the cracks and pops as the fire slowly consumed the wood. As she listened to the melody of the fire burning and the wind whistling by the cave entrance another noise caught her ear, it came from outside, it came from further down the pass. Someone was calling for help. Cyclone rushed to the cave entrance where she heard it again. She braved the icy bite of the swirling wind and left the safety of the cave to find the origin of the calls. Time passed but still no sign of the dragon responsible for the calls. If she didn't turn back soon she too could succumb to the icy jaws of the storm.
Just as she was ready to give up and head back to the cave she came to an area where the storm had calmed and the wind could not penetrate. The air was still but so cold it stung her lungs with every breath. Laying at the centre of this moment was a beautiful white and ice blue dragon with skin that seemed to sparkle like snow. He lay, unmoving, with his head on a patch of blood-soaked snow. She moved closer and reached out her head to give him a nudge hoping he would respond but as her nose touched his skin she felt a cold burning sensation. She backed away quickly and hissed in pain.
He was colder than ice.
As she backed away the dragon took a deep breath, it looked like a struggle for him to breathe. He began to breathe rapidly as if he was scared and panicking. Cyclone could hear every breath he took, it sounded like ice cracking over and over again.
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