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- Thrax
-Male
- Frigid Dweller
- Hunter
- Thrax is a deep red-ish brown wyvern equipped with a barbed
tail and sharp, sickle like claw thumbs on each wing. His
canines stick out more and hold the sharpness of a snake,
even his mouth has the elasticity of one. His weak neck
is heavily protected by thick scales and protruding spines.
Orange eyes are capable of spotting prey in the darkest of
nights, and his claws can scale just about anything with a
rough surface at all.
- Thrax is almost as capable as he looks. His fangs are filled
to the brim with venom capable of making another dragon sick
very quickly, but never enough to kill them. Physical attacks are
his strong suit, mostly relying on his razor sharp wing claws and
teeth. It is also possible for him to spit poison, mostly used to
attack the dragon in an area that's already wounded, or to use
on the eyes to add brief and painful blindness.
- This dragon may seem completely unhappy and brooding, as
evidenced by his old and scarred up self. But to most's surprise,
he's the opposite. Completely calm and approachable, Thrax is
actually a really nice dragon. Almost all who approach will be
greeted with a friendly hello. Although his voice is just as deep
as one would think, he speaks in a way that's calming to most.
And he loves his job of hunter. Providing food for everyone is
something he loves to do and does almost constantly. So much
so that he almost disregards his own health. Being out in the
blizzard-ridden wood around the camp takes a toll on one's
health when out there too long. 'He works himself too hard'
is a popular thing his neighbors tend to say, but he rarely
listens. Another reason why others don't see through his
appearance is because he can be gone for so long.
- Thrax has lived in Chilled Wood for who knows how long..
he's lost count of the years. But he's been around during
when Draegest first came into power, if that gives a bit
more perspective. So he's a really old dragon that acts
way younger. He's participated in the long battle resisting
Mushroom Wood's attack, and fought bravely alongside the
guards and the queen. Although the other dragons fully
expected for him to die out there due to being old enough
as it was, and the fact that he got hurt bad, he sprung back
to life like nothing happened mere weeks later. He's not yet
aware that Mushroom Wood is under someone else's rule, but
he still doesn't think too badly of them. After all, it was their
leader that sent them. And during battle, the attackers didn't
seem to even wish to be there. To this day, he simply does
what he does best, hunt and sell pelts and decorative items.
