Blue

Blue is Nekita's most trusted confidant, and was one of the strongest coli fighters of his pride. He has spent a long time recovering from his wounds caused by the beastclan ambush, and may in fact be permanently maimed, unable to ever regain to his former strength. He has severe trauma, but has yet to address it or open up to anyone--he was always the strong one, the one everyone else relied on, and he doesn't really know how to rely on others. He has slowly been distancing himself from Nekita and the other survivors.

He is transgender, and goes by he/him pronouns. Now that his injuries have rendered him unable to fight like he used to, he has taken up business as a herbalist and spice trader.

During the beastclan ambush he was the first to notice something off, and the first to spring into action. After he was injured, Nekita fought so ferociously to protect him that half of the opposing army fled in fear. His injuries have left him with a permanent limp--he can't run as fast as he used to.


Lately he's been feeling very... tired. He hasn't really had the energy to do much.


Bonded with Cleo.

Pronouns: He/Him

Voice Claim: https://youtu.be/Es3_1D53eOE?si=ue8-DSbzk78jV6Ws

Awakened Familiars: Down (Snowy Owlynx), Sleep (Squall Rasa), Winter (Wolpertinger)



"Your limp is likely permanent."

Blue nodded with a sigh, unsurprised, but much too exhausted to muster up any emotion other than a feeling of mild disappointment. Dori, the lair's medic, gave him a sympathetic look, but continued on matter of factly, "If you had been more diligent in your physical therapy, you might have been able to retain at least a bit more motor function that you currently have. But unfortunately, you let it slip to the side."

He had. He just hadn't thought, he supposed; hadn't really considered the consequences of letting this slip to the wayside. He'd just... he'd been so tired, and cold, all the time. All he'd wanted to do was curl up somewhere and rest. Just... sleep until it all went away. The thought of having to go through the same motions every day, again and again with little to no change, made him want to cry. But now...

"I know." He replied, listlessly. "I'm sorry"

"It isn't me you should be apologizing to." Dori told him sternly, "It's yourself. I understand this is hard for you, but you can't just stop taking care of yourself the way you have been." She paused, then softened. "Listen, If you need help, there are people you can talk to. Not just the other survivors-- we have dragons who specialize in caretaking for dragons like you who have been through something, or just struggle to take care of themselves--"

Blue shook his head. "No, it's fine, that's not necessary. I'm--" He paused. He wasn't fine, and lying about that sort of thing would be pointless. "I'll do better next time." He said instead.

Dori considered him, and then nodded, accepting his answer easily. "Still," she added, "if you ever feel you do need help, talk to me. But anyways, this isn't the end of the world, I can assure you. You won't be able to walk or run like you used to-- and as I understand it, you're a coliseum dragon, right? Fighting will be much more difficult as well. However, difficult doesn't mean impossible. I'll talk to Pyrite about making you a brace for your leg, but for now you can use this."

She handed him a wooden cane, which he took. He stared down at it miserably. His chest felt too tight.

"Thank you." He said. His own voice sounded distant and cold in his ears, not a drop of gratitude audible. Guilt made him want to choke. Dori had done so much for him, tried so hard to help-- the least he could do was appreciate it. Especially when he'd already let her all efforts go to waste. He clutched the cane tighter, and forced a smile, trying once more. "thank you, Dori. I appreciate it." he said.