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Waffles

(#9245470)

Magical mage and wife

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Charoite Burrower

Energy: 45/50

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Measurements

Length

2.51 m

Wingspan

2.69 m

Weight

369.45 kg

Genetics

Violet
Ripple

Mulberry
Current

Lavender
Smoke

Hatchday

Dec 31, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 2 Tundra

EXP: 101 / 641

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QCK

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Biography

Waffles The Potionator

| Potions expert ●|

"No, Dear. That tree certainly did not call you ugly.”
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Married to Hotmess, the most ugly and crazy mirror to hiss upon this planet.

Theme song

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Story written by Skylark

Hotmess puffed up his orange-toned chest, picking his claws up high as he pranced around the stump. His head bobbed aggressively as he circled, baring his teeth at it. “You’re going down, tree!” He barked loudly, lashing his tail. “You made the mistake of messing with the wrong dragon!” As if to prove his point, he struck out with one of his striped pink forepaws, connecting with the bark and leaving four deep gashes. The rest of the stump was littered with clawmarks from the male mirror dragon’s enthusiastic war dance.

He was so in tune with his ritual that he did not even notice the slim she-dragon that had been watching him curiously for the last several minutes. She pricked her ears forward, her pale green eyes fixed on his elaborate maneuvers. “You calling me ugly!?” Hotmess growled as he leaped forward, both claws outstretched to land another blow. The following battlecry came off as more of a yelp as he overshot his mark, tumbling over the stump and landing in a disorganized heap of limbs at the tundra’s furry paws.

She tipped her head, a smile spreading across her muzzle. “You know, I don’t think it did.” Hotmess scrabbled to his feet, a blush rising rapidly into his face. Her eyes followed him as he struggled to get his limbs coordinated underneath himself again.

He tried to stutter out some form of explanation, but stopped short once he realized she was laughing. His skin flushed pink, the intense confusion and embarrassment overriding his usual timidity when meeting new dragons. “W-why are you laughing at me!” Hotmess demanded of the she-dragon, his nose crinkling grouchily.

Her brows furrowed above her eyes as she calmed, realizing her laughter had upset him. “Because you’re kinda funny.” She smiled wide, the tip of her tongue peeking out between her teeth.

Out of all the things Hotmess had expected her to say, that was not one of them. He spluttered, trying to find some way to respond to the fluffy dragoness. “Oh.” Was all he could come up with, his claws shuffling in the dirt. She laughed lightly, her delicate voice tinkling like windchimes.

“My name is Waffles, by the way.” She told him, her head tilting slightly as she glanced over him.

“I’m Hotmess.” He mumbled, completely unsure of what to do with this tundra. It was one of those rare times when the male mirror dragon found himself well and truly speechless.

“You know, I think I like you,” Waffles pronounced, her head held at an angle as she watched for his response.

“But -- Why?” Hotmess asked, his expression twisting into one of true bewilderment.

“Because you’re cute.” Waffles smiled at him in a way that made him believe her wholeheartedly. That, he realized slowly, was the first time anyone had called him that. Hotmess offered the pretty little tundra a bashful smile in return.

By PurpleKarakasa

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