Raffles & Giveaways

For " Unnamed " Male Wildclaw ID #37357448

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Shiro remembers very little of his life in the Shifting Expanse. He was for reasons still unknown, abandoned in the Scarred Wasteland as a young hatchling. Tired and hungry, the tiny hatchling traveled through the barren land for days before finally collapsing from exhaustion, and he would have died then and there if it wasn't for a group of hunters passing by.

Feeling pity for the tiny wildclaw, Redspirit took him back to the clan, much to the dismay of some of the other hunters. The mirror dragon nursed him back to health and raised him as her own, always putting his needs before herself. Much to her dismay, the other hatchlings where mean to him because of his bright blue eyes, as he was the only non-plague dragon in the clan at the time. He also wasnt as violent as the plague dragons, and was seen as an easy target because of this. Shiro was a quiet dragon, and took the bullying and harrasment without a word. He would hide from the others and kept mostly to himself, until a particularly mean hatchling decided to ambush him while he was taking a nap...

Thinking that it would be an easy fight to win, a rogue hatchling crept up on Shiro as he slept in the afternoon sun. He jumped onto Shiro's back, digging his claws in and drawing blood. With a loud screech Shiro flung the aggressor off his back, lighting crackling around his body. He had enough. Something inside of him snapped, and he mercilessly attacked the bully until Redspirit pulled him away. The hatchling that had attacked him layed shaking in fear until its parents came, and no one ever attacked Shiro again.

Redspirit was pleased by the power that the young dragon showed. She knew he was a fighter, how else could he have survived so long by himself? She immediately started training him in the art of fighting. Even though he was hard to anger, fighting came naturally to him. After years of practice, Shiro became stronger than most of the plague dragons. Combining his lighting powers and plague's brutal fighting tactics, he became a force to be rekconed with.

He is now one of the clan's strongest warriors, always on the front lines during battle. He is trusted with protecting the clan and occasionally hunting for food. He is feared and respected among the other dragons. More rational and less bloodthirsty than some of the other warriors, he has prevented unnecessary fights and has probably saved many lives in doing so. While he won't fight without reason, provoke him or his clan and he is merciless...

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I really love this guy! I wish i had seen him while he was for sale! If i don't get him, may i please be put on a pinglist for the next nest of these pretties?

Edit: here is an outfit plan for him!

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@Cealygosa [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37565193] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/375652/37565193_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "Oh my." He hiccuped on cue to the other Coatl. He didn't feel so good, his head was spinning and his stomach was churning, all he'd wanted was some water since the Waste was even more hot then the Expanse but all he'd found was a barrel of foul smelling soda. "How did a hatchling even get in here Daiquiri?" The Metallic Skydancer questioned in a panic. "Calm down Steren, we'll figure it out but we gotta get him to the docs first." The pink dragon replied, gently picking him up, it did nothing to stop his stomach from finally giving up the fight to stay inside him. "I thought this kind of thing didn't happen anymore?" "It hasn't happened in a while but that was back at the old lair. This is uncharted territory." ~~ "What do you mean he's drunk?!" The Bogsneak started at a yell but finished at a hissing whisper at his pained whine. His stomach was feeling better but his head was feeling worse. The next few minutes are the Bogsneak poking his stomach and looking him in the eye and throat before leaving him on the bed. "You're the doctor, help him!" "You said he was already sick so I can't do much other then tell you to get him to drink some actual water or salted fish. I'd be more worried but he already seems to be getting over it without any unexpected side effects. Let him sleep the rest of it off in a dim room and then get him back to where he came from. I'm assuming he's lost given there ain't any Coatls like him around." Pepper took one look at him and put him in his tent. He mentioned that he smelled familiar and he thought they might have gotten lost from the same clan and if he was gonna stay lost he might as well stick with them. He loved having a sensible big brother, all he'd had was an annoying big sister. Steren quickly became his favorite though, he made much better drinks then Daiquiri but he made even better stories. He even started a bookstore full of magic books! He quickly grew into his baffling spots. There was a mild panic when he stayed a fairly merry and mellow soul, the doctor had to confirm he wasn't permanently tipsy somehow. He might have giggled during the test which hadn't helped but turns out he's ticklish. He especially bonded with the resident centaurs something about him just set him at ease, was that why he was named Ostler? Frey took him on as a bit of an apprentice so she could focus on her farming more to support the clan. He also took up the fiddle under Oracion.

@Cealygosa
I might have gone for his sister but I need boys more and I do admit his Marigold is growing on me. Also he's double Terracotta. Not to mention that I couldn't not make that reference to the Cat and the Moon song about the Ostler's cat when he's JagRos