Mossfin
(#78961125)
A Queen with Little Left to Lose
Familiar
Ember Mouse
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Tundra
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.5 m
Wingspan
2.75 m
Weight
184.78 kg
Genetics
Copper
Basic
Basic
Jade
Basic
Basic
Auburn
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Tundra
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
warrior daughter of a fae king, queen
Mossfin of the Estuarine Oasis
"Unwanted touch of the Fae."
Mossfin of the Estuarine Oasis
"Unwanted touch of the Fae."
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HISTORY A discerning young dragon, Mossfin never expected to end up running a kingdom with the love of her life Cottonwood. However, many will note that her ability to smile and scold at the same time has earned her the title of matriarch, a title she holds onto proudly. However, life has not always been kind to Mossfin, and as a newly adult dragon, she struggled with loneliness, until the ever optimistic Toadleg bounced into her life and brightened it in ways she didn't know was possible. Now she spends her time ruling and judging cases brought before her with a fair but firm hand, rarely taking breaks - unless her young daughter bounds in with one of her friends! Then Mossfin will end hearings for the day to spend time with her daughter and - typically - Ebrillwen her closest friend. Mossfin hides a secret from the majority of the clan save the Elders and Cottonwood, which is that Faerie blood runs thick in her veins. This came to light when Toadleg was in danger and Mossfin almost burnt the camp down searching for her beloved daughter. Now, she trains with the Elders to master her powers, and although Cottonwood forever worries for her, there is little he can do except be there for his mate. In her spare time, Mossfin regales Cottonwood with tales from the kingdom's court, as well as gardens in a secluded space off of Cottonwood's art studio. Mossfin knew it would get infected, and worried over him. It hadn’t even a solstice’s cycle since they had met and yet she knew him deeper than words could express. Sometimes, something like an ‘I love you’ bubbled up within her throat but with eyes blinking back tears she refused to express it, knowing the dragon she had fallen for would never care for her the same. Awoken from her sleep, Mossfin scrambled upwards, her ears pointing this way and that, trying to seek out the source of the strangled gasping. At the dragon's next panicky breath, she herself ran out of the tent, knowing instinctually that her mate was struggling. When she reached him, sitting outside the tent, rubbing his paw over his chest, he looked at her, tears wetting his scales. She opened her mouth to ask but he answered first. 'It's... it's my father.' Her paws flew to her face and she rushed over and squeezed him into a hug. But he wasn't done. 'He's dead.' he choked out. 'He's dead, and it's my fault.' favourite item Hearing the commotion outside of their room, Mossfin slipped into the cold corridor that the master bedroom opened into. She stifled a gasp as she saw her husband shrinking from a taller guardian that towered over him. Luckily, Cottonwood didn't spot her, and she slipped through the shadows as she approached the duo. As the stranger growled his request for the throne, Mossfin gritted her teeth and leapt for the taller of the two, tightening her hands around his throat. The stranger barely flinched, as though he had been expecting this. "What do you want." He gritted out. "Just one question, and I'll let you go." -- A snort. "Don't be silly. You've never been the only one." Mossfin prowled in front of the small chamber and came to a halt in front of the prisoner's - Weaselpaw's - cell. He snarled, lunging for the bars of his cell but the chains wrapped around his wings held him back. "How dare you insinuate that that illegitimate boy has any right to our throne?" Mossfin resisted the urge to curl over at the painful reminder that her husband now had conflicting loyalties. Ones that he had known about before they abandoned their families. The pain wouldn't leave. And it was sure not to as he prepared to make his way home for his father's funeral. It would just be her, in this giant tower, alone with this prisoner. Cottonwood's half brother. -- The mewling hatchling had not stopped wailing for someone to care for her since she had arrived. After Mossfin had been able to bring herself back from the brink of a panic attack, she went over to the hatchling and tried to hunch over beside it. She tried to speak calmly, certain this was a trap from Weaselpaw's evil family. She shuddered to think of her husband all alone with them. She thought about this too much, probably. But it was hard not to. 'Who are you? Where have you come from? And,' she tried to stamp the fear in her throat. 'why are you here?' |
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