About:
Name: Tundra
Gender: Male Species: Dragon Dog Mate: None |
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Offspring: None |
Allowed: trading/gifting, revamping (credit AHV), breeding (contact AHV), reselling (no more than purchase price unless a lot of art has been acquired).
Previous owner: A.H. Varulv/ desertSelkie (#827701)
Previous owner: A.H. Varulv/ desertSelkie (#827701)
His Story:
Relationships between canines and the minor dragons are tumultuous at best, and the crossed offspring are punished by effect. Tundra, though loved by his parents, was treated differently than all the dragon hatchlings and the canine pups. They were pure. And purity in bloodline was everything in the Baridi Mountains. Even when the dragon heritage granted him an affinity toward herbs and healing, Tundra was rejected time and again, used only for his skills. But he insisted on still acting in the role as healer for the canine pack and the flock of dragons. He still insists.
Every month he goes deep into the forests that cover the mountains, sometimes gone for up to two weeks as he hunts for the herbs he needs. The remaining time he finds split between the pack and flock, with a paw in each world. He travels between them, as the flock remain in the deep caverns of the mountains unless they are hunting, and the pack roams about the forests, always returning to the same alcove where Tundra finds them.
He has no true friends, save for an adventuring fox named Oran who makes the outrageous claim that there are worlds beyond this one. Tundra does not judge though and is simply happy to have a friend—he is careful to never mention he knows where the flock of dragons reside though, as Oran has taken up a hunt for them. And Tundra simply wants to maintain his life the way it has always been.
Every month he goes deep into the forests that cover the mountains, sometimes gone for up to two weeks as he hunts for the herbs he needs. The remaining time he finds split between the pack and flock, with a paw in each world. He travels between them, as the flock remain in the deep caverns of the mountains unless they are hunting, and the pack roams about the forests, always returning to the same alcove where Tundra finds them.
He has no true friends, save for an adventuring fox named Oran who makes the outrageous claim that there are worlds beyond this one. Tundra does not judge though and is simply happy to have a friend—he is careful to never mention he knows where the flock of dragons reside though, as Oran has taken up a hunt for them. And Tundra simply wants to maintain his life the way it has always been.