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Dracona Manonoa Grendelchi norndara | born 11/3/2013 | 5 | Dracona is a dragon in the form of a Grendelchi, and she ain't the friendly kind either! She hunts, steals precious items, and will kidnap and ransom anyone who isn't careful! She also has the ability to transform from little grendelchi to a ferocious blue dragon!
Dracona has finally realized that the age of dragons has passed, and that she is the last of her kind. Living the old ways has driven off friends and suitors. Now she is faced with a problem. Live the ways of the old dragons, continue terrorizing the locals, and potentially go down in history as the last dragon or try to live life as a regular creatchi, making friends, being kind, and eventually settle down with a spouse? Dracona Manonoa is sleeping with one eye open... |
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I am very broke. A fricking elixir is the only thing I have....
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Dracona glares at her pathetic excuse for a dragon hoard. "Where's all the crowns of kings and queens? The heaps of gold? Where's the diamonds, the ancient jewelry? All I have are some foreign artifacts I snatched from the House of Dastia, a bunch of food supplies and toys that are somehow considered valuable by these modern creatchis, and stupid, useless gadgets!*roars* Perhaps the age of dragons has truly passed, and here I am clinging to lost glory! I'm the last of a dying breed, not sure what to do in this modern age. Perhaps I should look for a spouse, as not having a few children will mean the true end of dragons...."
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Dracona sighs, wondering if it was a good idea to let the intruder live. Now there's the chance that idiotic, disgustingly self-righteous dragon slayers will come disturb her again. Ah well, more dinner for her!
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"Well," thinks Chant, "I'm not wasting anything else on her!" He runs back to the caves to warn the others about the dragon-grendel.
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Angry that she has a visitor, Dracona blows a bit of fire and scorches Chant's hair. Upon seeing his terror, she grins devilishly.
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Chant donates a teddy to the hoard. It's not gold, but might come in useful.
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Dracona looks around her surroundings. A pitiful excuse for a dragon lair, she thought, but it'll do for now. Now to build a good hoard, for a dragon without a hoard is nothing but a fricking scaly failure. Grinning like a devil, she sets off for the homes of creatchi aristocrats.
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That's an awesome name. Sounds like she'll have an interesting personality, too!
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Oh dear. Something's wrong if the egg is rumbling like a volcano about to erupt! What kind of creatchi will Dracona be?
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