Post by Thyrdowhan on Mar 14, 2011 20:08:38 GMT -5
A young red dragon and a tiger in combat locked, stumble onto a pocket of concentrated wild magic.
Fused together into the dragontaur, Thyrdowhan!
Dracotiger, dragontaur: He walks the lands unafraid.
Unlike most red dragons he retains a noble spirit; valuing wisdom over gold.
He bears no animosity towards those who hunt him, yet he will defend himself against being slain.
He commands all fire, including the 'cold fire' that dances with black flames.
He can color change; from blinding white with red flames to darkest black with red highlights-the former gives off the heat of a furnace, the latter bitterest cold.
He remembers when dragons were made to protect the weak and judge matters between peoples. He knows of when his species went into decay, because many chose to oppress instead of lead, hunt the weak, and prefer riches over wisdom.
Fused together into the dragontaur, Thyrdowhan!
Dracotiger, dragontaur: He walks the lands unafraid.
Unlike most red dragons he retains a noble spirit; valuing wisdom over gold.
He bears no animosity towards those who hunt him, yet he will defend himself against being slain.
He commands all fire, including the 'cold fire' that dances with black flames.
He can color change; from blinding white with red flames to darkest black with red highlights-the former gives off the heat of a furnace, the latter bitterest cold.
He remembers when dragons were made to protect the weak and judge matters between peoples. He knows of when his species went into decay, because many chose to oppress instead of lead, hunt the weak, and prefer riches over wisdom.