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| Which one: Nekoda I'Ishrym E'Ageacia Ryu del Aatelinen Etsiä | Genre: Dragon Nexus | ||||||||||||||||||
| Mate: J'haya Houten | Children: Vid'amalom Houten | ||||||||||||||||||
| Era: Nexus Modern Holiday | Lifespan: long, immortal? | ||||||||||||||||||
| Dragon: n/a | Type: n/a | ||||||||||||||||||
| Bonded at: n/a | Pets: n/a | ||||||||||||||||||
| Sexual Type: het, but open to suggestion | |||||||||||||||||||
| Nemesis: Jonbyer of any kind | Allies: Alabaster of any kind | ||||||||||||||||||
| Occupation: Winter Cheetah |
described below |
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| Prefered weapons: Claw, Claw, Bite, Prong, Magic, Run Away | Weaknesses: actually enjoys cold more than heat | ||||||||||||||||||
| Song: none yet | Created: Nexus Winter Gift from Starfyre | ||||||||||||||||||
I'Ishrym E'Ageacia Ryu del Aatelinen Etsiä (Finnish: Noble Hunters) |
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He knew that he was from the same group as more than half a dozen others, but he swept away like a flurry of snowflakes on the breeze. Just like that, whoosh. Well he was fast, after all, and he knew just the place where he wanted to reside. That place happened to be the stomping ground (literally) of several other wintery dragon types, stuck on a weird flat plain surrounded by gentle mountains and hills. At one point, a dinosaur-like creature, huge with wings that were improbably strong, landed nearby, and sniffed him out. Nekoda stood his ground, and the massive red colored rex-dragon wandered away into the hills. How something that big, and that brightly colored could survive out here in the middle of a snow-packed bowl, no one knew. Well it was kind of obvious, by the time Nekoda got hungry: there wasn't food here, only shelter. So, he sped off again, slipping away to a parallel world where there was food on the hoof running around. It might be worth his while to bring back a few more, maybe breed them, but that would make him fat and lazy, and there was nothing good about a fat lazy cheetah-looking dragon, eh? And for one who had such a speedy reputation, Nekoda spent a lot of time actually just floating in the air, looking around. He caused the air beneath his wings to circulate, keeping him up with minimal physical effort. He could probably do this for days. But if something caught his eye, he would immediately change that into forward motion and do nothing but run for another few hours. There was a little sparkling dream-essence that seemed to dare him to fly around the entrance to the large cavern nearby. Nekoda knew there were humans and other dragons there, but he preferred to be outside. There, at least, he could get a good run on and race with the wind. *** It was some time after his arrival that he noticed the presence of the jingling ones, a pair of apparently related males who took only moments of rest here. The one, Nekoda had seen glimpses of before, but the other had not come here often. Nekoda didn't bother them, nor try and interrupt them - they moved even faster than he did! It would take a ton too much effort to catch up with that pair. But what did intrigue him was that ... later on... there was another. Very female. Clearly related to the pair, what - did they breed that fast? Apparently they did, and used this location to send out their children. That was intriguing. He would have to see what this was all about, if they stayed long enough. *** 2025 *** Nekoda would want to keep his eye on this beautiful flurry of snow and blood. She(??)'d been around for quite some time, always seen in the corner of his eye but never quite in focus. Fast, like a blizzard wind, but silent and sparkling like a snowflake drifting down. Nekoda wasn't typically poetic. But for some reason the sight of this beautiful drifting, fluttering dragon brought a lump to his long throat. Not that he would 'keep her to himself' if they did pair up or even if they sat down by the hot springs for a lazy philosophy discussion. Eventually this dragon would settle like a perfect snowflake on an outcropping above that hot spring, and just stared at him from it. Not in anger, and slowly their ears crept up as if to question 'why aren't you here?' So the cheetah-colored dragon appeared in a silent whoosh on winds he'd created with his magic. He noticed nary a feather or strand out of place on this other white dragon. She introduced herself with a chiming, ringing laugh, though it was hard to tell by her expression whether it was a mocking laugh or delighted. She seemed to tell Nekoda: I have never sat in one place this long. My name is ... Lux Sangre. Eventually they got to know one another. She loved to relate the stories of what she'd seen in the most distant pockets of reality, and he enjoyed putting some of those stories into perspective - with his ability to sense and control dreams, he knew the importance of stories, after all. They would commit a few of those to permanent record, but Lux warned him: nothing is actually permanent. And he reminded her: to those who dream, memories are long indeed. |
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