Moonrun

MoonRun, like many Tundra Dragons, is somewhat disdainful of mere words. She is a lady of intuition and impulse. She categorizes the world by scents; and not just the familiar VS the unfamiliar, but a profound understanding of the meanings of the pheromones of distress or happiness, the difference in scent between a summer breeze and a gentle harbinger of storms. It is entirely possible that her perception is partly based in the spiritual, but her grasp of it is through the flavors of smell.

Or you could think of her as the lovely dragon version of a cross between Luna Lovegood and the Oracle from the Matrix.

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Nestled into the green, Moonrun rested. Pale yellow butterflies danced over tiny clover flowers. She blew a soft breath, rippling the winged dance into momentary chaos. A deep chuckle came, and she looked up to see dark eyes, barely visible in the shadows of a towering tree. She smiled.

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While MoonRun and WitCloud are mates and are completely enamored of each other. This does not mean they would never nest with another. Dragons, especially Tundra dragons are very gregarious and are quite able to be comfortable to share sleeping space, playing space and nesting space. While many in this clans have individuals they consider mates, that is a shared life choice which does not preclude (for many) various options of shared nesting space.

Despite MoonRun's other consorts, and any assignations WitCloud may have, at the end of the day they are each the most important part of each other's life.

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MoonRun has somewhat an inner court of those she keeps close; her consorts, as well as HeliodorBlade (she is his charge), Phthonus (because of his empathy), SenitaArgent (who for a non-Tundra is incredibly able to grok MoonRun).

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Future names of dragons: FamilialLonliness, ChimeraVerity, VelvetDarkness
Alternate: Honeydew