Prasil

I am a Mountain Ranger!

Gaoler Mountain as it's now begun to be called is the main home of these larger than normal Gaolers. Their hides match the trees and the stones of their home, allowing them to hide with the horizon. They pride themselves on their blue fur. Echoes come from the mountain valleys, and many passerby have begun to pass the legend of the rainless thunder. In all truth, it's these Gaolers combatting and testing the strength of their horns. The larger, the more respected. A few of these have gained a rather strain ability, but costing them their larger horns. These whited out Gaolers have figured out how to change the pigment of their furry coats, allowing them to fully hide in the snowy regions of their territory. At their fullest pigmentation, the lighter furred are only able to look like a washed out member of the herd.
These Gaolers are known to be very territorial, often patrolling miles upon miles of mountain range to ensure that no pesky passerbys are causing trouble. They will give warning at first, but this ignored they will proceed to chase the intruder out, if not trample them. Some of these herds have begun to branch out into the rest of Sorneith, often either alone or in a small group of 3-5.

~ When winter comes around, enjoys making ice sculptures. In the summer they enjoy writing on stone tablets.

Don't want me anymore? Send me back! Please don't exalt me.

Made by Zeralyn