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Name:
Dorian, Greek for "of the sea".
Gender:
Male
Story of the mask:
Dorian had sent himself to the oceans side to fetch some fish to eat, padding along the sides, he'd have to go out deeper if he was to even catch a glimpse of these well known soaked scales that had always belonged to the fish. So of course he did; and what a foolish move it had been, for he had always been tentative of deep waters all his life. As soon as he stepped where his feet could not reach the sandy bottom, he fell, sinking deeper and deeper. As he began to tumble down the wide road of sand and water, he began to calm..
The soft waters caressed his face as the black abyss known as unconsciousness began to taunt him, drawing close. This is the day I die. He thought to himself, but why am I so calm..? He sank, lower and lower into the soft, cold unforgiving waters. There was not a thing he could do as he felt his lungs burn, searing him. His soothing calmness was now gone as his lungs seared at his throat, but I don't want to die. The burning began to turn him into a thrashing animal in an attempt for air. Struggling, he scratched and battered himself on the sand and rocks, ripping and tattering the fin on his head and back. The cuts and bruises would heal, but never the rips, the tatters in his fin.
And then it happened. The looming nothingness erupted, taking a hold of his mind as he was dragged into the world of unconsciousness. He could not fight it as his body's mind shut down, ceasing his struggling and pain as the last of his air escaped his lips, reuniting the choked air with the fresh ocean breeze. When Dorian woke up, he was on the side of the ocean, where he had started. His footsteps in the soft sand still fresh, but fading from the waters gentle touch as it swayed over it, embracing him in a gentle embrace, folding over him like a soft blanket of cloth. He coughed, allowing his eyes to focus on his surroundings as air began flowing through his body for the first time of what felt like years. Slowly, he got up, claws clinging to the soft muddy sand as he peered over beside him. A chill went down his spine, ripping through his skin in small, nonexistent icicles. He was frozen, his eyes wide with fear. A few moments past and the icy grip that held him let go, and he hesitantly padded over, pondering the body of an older dragon. One he could not recognize; a very strange dragon, with a very strange mask to match.
It didn't take him long to figure out that this dragon, though strange, had saved Dorian. And had died while doing so; guilt made his heart heavy, and he could do nothing but give a proper burial, and the respect this dragon of unknown origin deserved. From this day on, Dorian wore the broken, cracked mask to honour his savior. Though damaged through the travels of the mask's past owner, it was far from brittle and unable of being worn.
Personality:
Dorian is a very tentative, unsure dragon. Not certain of too many things, he will attempt to make sure the object, thing or creature is known, but generally remains tentative, even after discovery. This makes him curious, but also careful, cautious, of his attempts at discovery. He is soft-spoken, and in a way shy, in a bold way. He dislikes to push things into others, and his shyness makes him a bit of a push-over in many's eyes. But he is bold in an awkward way, never wanting to make himself that well known, but when it comes to, he can bold if he is the one leading.
Interests:
Dorian loves lush spaces such as a river bed, a hallowed tree brimming with life, or a colourful, open field. He isn't too picky when it comes to lush locations. He would rather spend a day lazing around in the grass, sun pouring down on his furred body, or letting the cool air rest on his snout as he ventures deep into a forest. He enjoys heated locations much more than icy, grasping areas. Though, he does enjoy a short dip in cool, relaxing water.. if its shallow.
Species located here: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=1247451
Name:
Dorian, Greek for "of the sea".
Gender:
Male
Story of the mask:
Dorian had sent himself to the oceans side to fetch some fish to eat, padding along the sides, he'd have to go out deeper if he was to even catch a glimpse of these well known soaked scales that had always belonged to the fish. So of course he did; and what a foolish move it had been, for he had always been tentative of deep waters all his life. As soon as he stepped where his feet could not reach the sandy bottom, he fell, sinking deeper and deeper. As he began to tumble down the wide road of sand and water, he began to calm..
The soft waters caressed his face as the black abyss known as unconsciousness began to taunt him, drawing close. This is the day I die. He thought to himself, but why am I so calm..? He sank, lower and lower into the soft, cold unforgiving waters. There was not a thing he could do as he felt his lungs burn, searing him. His soothing calmness was now gone as his lungs seared at his throat, but I don't want to die. The burning began to turn him into a thrashing animal in an attempt for air. Struggling, he scratched and battered himself on the sand and rocks, ripping and tattering the fin on his head and back. The cuts and bruises would heal, but never the rips, the tatters in his fin.
And then it happened. The looming nothingness erupted, taking a hold of his mind as he was dragged into the world of unconsciousness. He could not fight it as his body's mind shut down, ceasing his struggling and pain as the last of his air escaped his lips, reuniting the choked air with the fresh ocean breeze. When Dorian woke up, he was on the side of the ocean, where he had started. His footsteps in the soft sand still fresh, but fading from the waters gentle touch as it swayed over it, embracing him in a gentle embrace, folding over him like a soft blanket of cloth. He coughed, allowing his eyes to focus on his surroundings as air began flowing through his body for the first time of what felt like years. Slowly, he got up, claws clinging to the soft muddy sand as he peered over beside him. A chill went down his spine, ripping through his skin in small, nonexistent icicles. He was frozen, his eyes wide with fear. A few moments past and the icy grip that held him let go, and he hesitantly padded over, pondering the body of an older dragon. One he could not recognize; a very strange dragon, with a very strange mask to match.
It didn't take him long to figure out that this dragon, though strange, had saved Dorian. And had died while doing so; guilt made his heart heavy, and he could do nothing but give a proper burial, and the respect this dragon of unknown origin deserved. From this day on, Dorian wore the broken, cracked mask to honour his savior. Though damaged through the travels of the mask's past owner, it was far from brittle and unable of being worn.
Personality:
Dorian is a very tentative, unsure dragon. Not certain of too many things, he will attempt to make sure the object, thing or creature is known, but generally remains tentative, even after discovery. This makes him curious, but also careful, cautious, of his attempts at discovery. He is soft-spoken, and in a way shy, in a bold way. He dislikes to push things into others, and his shyness makes him a bit of a push-over in many's eyes. But he is bold in an awkward way, never wanting to make himself that well known, but when it comes to, he can bold if he is the one leading.
Interests:
Dorian loves lush spaces such as a river bed, a hallowed tree brimming with life, or a colourful, open field. He isn't too picky when it comes to lush locations. He would rather spend a day lazing around in the grass, sun pouring down on his furred body, or letting the cool air rest on his snout as he ventures deep into a forest. He enjoys heated locations much more than icy, grasping areas. Though, he does enjoy a short dip in cool, relaxing water.. if its shallow.