His name was Adonis, and he was quite well known for being handsome and dashing. The weeds in his mane glistened in the sunlight, while his midnight-blue eyes were soulful and deep. He spent a good amount of time admiring himself in reflective pools, too. The only person he occasionally spoke to (without asking, 'how do I look today, do you like my tail?') was Rachel the dryad-rukel. Though shy he liked her, perhaps more than either of them let on.

But Adonis was true to his name more often than not. He kept himself groomed ridiculously well, and it was said that if it wasn't for the fact that he needed the water to survive, he'd probably never go back in a slow-moving pond again. Watching him clean himself as he comes out of a body of water is like watching a cat try and recompose themselves after an enforced bath. Now, in a nice sterile place, a bath, or a shower, Adonis actually likes being wetted down and scrubbed up. He values his weedy-hair too much though, to abandon his currently claimed pool of water.

And far from being all dashing in reality, he only looks that way. If there's any sign of real danger, he leaves all the fighting to Dolores the Harpy-rukel. Though he's not a wimp, he would put up whatever force needed to really defend himself if the need were there. But only if no one was there to watch him get dirty.

**

"You know what, I'm... I'm worth it." Adonis groomed his fur again, nestling down into the velvet plush of his new best friend, between her horn and head fin, where her ear - which was the same size as he, wouldn't knock him off. He spoke quietly both to himself and to Negatus about how he'd been so put-upon to keep up with the dragonry issues at the school, everyone else had a bond or a friend or blah blah blah but now here she was.

And she was magnificent.

Though she didn't necessarily speak about herself in the grand terms that he might regarding his own countenance, Negatus did more than tolerate her adorable little pocket friend, tucked like a ... floppy slightly-damp pencil behind her horn while she walked through the halls of that self-same school or at least the outdoor parts of them. She was proud of him, he could really get a good shine on the hooves, placing the weeds over his mane and shoulders with the greatest of care.

To the massive dragoness, he was a little dressup doll who could speak. To the small Rukel, she was everything he'd ever needed and hadn't known he'd want. She could in every single way, pound bullies into next week with the single swat of her paw. And should the need arise, she could transform into an equally glorious two-legged version of herself, one which had thumbs and could scratch behind his ears without... y'know. Taking his head off.

So he was more than just 'okay' with becoming the shown-off trophy companion. He could (but doesn't) start shit with people and she'd definitely finish the argument. Usually with a glare.

Dragon

Name: Negatus Filidechiroptidae
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: medium-large 15'8" s / 60' l / 130' ws
Colors: Black bodied Blue winged, darker body than belly armor, with fiery gold-yellow gel and horns, rich violet neck sail, and pale face; claws silver, eyes aqua
Breed: Dragon Mutt
Features: Filidechiroptidae. Only this time there's only one tail, go figure. A slightly pared down version, with belly armor (rather than fur) and no added frills beyond the gems on forefeet and shoulders, top of neck, and the modest but proudly standing neck fin
Powers: Winged Flight, she can reach speeds to match local air traffic but also can just fly on her own badass currents (they aren't a power she just kind of finds the right spot in the air) for hours upon hours. While she can do this with her companion on her head or shoulders, he does sort of prefer to be more near the ground - rather than her stunningly high near-suborbital flight pattern
Teleportation, uses this power more to bring things to her, than put herself into spots that a dragon of her imposing structure could easily get out of, including Adonis, and whatever little picnic basket or goodies he's got with him to have a play date with Dolores or Rachel, who she can also summon once they're ready. It's clear that she can teleport things from 'not this dimension' both living and created, and sometimes you just gotta have an entire Combine Razor Train Car full of terrified refugees show up out of the blue just so they can start their lives over somewhere better...
Telepathy, sleek and dangerous sounding mind, almost as cold and hard as that Combine steel everywhere on the Rookery. But her words are usually warm or in a friendly warning, because once you pass the warning stage she won't be talking at all to you
Verbal Speech, about as smooth as the surface of a brushed-steel metal wall, and as resonant as a gong made of one. But her vocabulary is expansive, she's hardly just muscle
Dragon-Humanoid Shapeshift, keeping all of her features but basically losing the four-footed stance, also losing about 5/6 of her mass... She uses her biped form to patrol the inner areas of the Carramba High buildings, and yes she is a security guard with a huge vocabulary why do you ask? (they don't ask)
Aura of Impending Doom, if she really needs to impress the rules on someone, particularly obstinate students trying to ditch, or weirdos lurking outside the campus, she will give off an entire suite of Nope that puts them into a more obedient state. A sound of distant screeching train brakes (heard first on that Combine train car), the heat of a forge eminating from her tail, a singular scent of What Your Afterlife Will Smell Like, and the easily detected rippling of her musculature under that plush velvet glove of a body? Yeah, no, there are bigger dragons on campus than her. Not one of them will fuck with her...
Parentage: below
Origin: Fur and Feathers Frenzy Chaos Redux, Derivative Works
Art By: Phoenix
Other Info: She's got the imposing style of her sire but the bearing and mood of mom, more talkative but less patient, and fancies herself having a tiny little friend like Adonis ... kind of like you'd have a chihuahua in a handbag. But he is so cute, isn't he?

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Mates and Descendants