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Male I ~250 yrs old I Feathered Dragon I Uses water magic

Orion is a large black feathered dragon with a lithe,
graceful frame and a white face with pale blue eyes.
Smattering his feathered wings are white spots that
are spread randomly. A few spots happen to form a
constellation known as Orion, hence the reason for
his name. Just on top of his tail is a large, impressive
fan of tail feathers, and his actual tail ends in black
feathers as well. He has four strong, bird-like legs
and a long hooked muzzle, almost resembling a beak.
Due to his face being white, his nose is a pale pink.
His antlers are long and sharp, being the densest and
heaviest part of his entire body. The rest of him is
fairly light in weight thanks to his hollow bones. He
stands about 9 feet tall, much bigger than a human.

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personality; Orion is a timid, very sheltered dragon. Though most would expect male
dragons to be strong, brutish forces to be reckoned with, this is not the case for poor Orion.
He thinks very little of himself, constantly demeaning himself and his mistakes. He is smart
when it comes to books and human culture, as well as magic. Especially magic. He is usually
seen with his nose in a tome or a spell book, and every other moment of free time is spent
pacing around in boredom, hanging around the wizard's grand flower garden, or practicing
his water magic. Though he is a bit reserved and not at all accustomed to being a normal,
wild dragon, he is a sweetheart. A cowardly and reserved sweetheart, but one nonetheless.
He's given up hope of seeing any real nature, or ever leaving this mansion. He's a prisoner
here forever, as far as he's concerned. Miserable and bored, he constantly wears a haze in
his eye along with a broken spirit. He doesn't know how to be a dragon, nor does he try to.

abilities; Orion can manipulate, freeze, and evaporate any kind of water. He uses this often
to heat his tea. He can use hydro kinesis to attack as well as defend, but uses it mostly to
impress any of the master's party guests. He may learn how to use it efficiently one day, but
as of now only uses it to occupy himself and cure his boredom.

history; Orion doesn't remember too much of his past. He was born in the wild, but was
immediately stolen away from his mother and sold to a few wizards to be kept as a pet. He
was passed from owner to owner, sometimes treated very well, the rest of the time poorly.
He grew to fear humans due to their power over him, and got submissive over time. His
current master has kept him for a long time now, and knows no life other than captivity.
Though he respects the wizard for taking decent care of him, he has no love for him. He's
still equally as submissive towards him as he is any other master he's had.

relationship; Orion has been stuck with the wizard for many decades prior to Lehra's
coming. At first, he showed absolutely no desire to be anywhere near her. She was loud,
angry, far from what he would call friendly. However, he does envy her for her passion
and confidence, just a few things he desperately wished he had. He still does miss life
back when it was more quiet and stable- before she was around.

Little does he know that her appearance in his life would be the best thing that will ever
happen to him.

[Bronzewing]

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Age 170 yrs old

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Species Desert Dragon

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Abilities Apart from the venom in her tail, she can heat up her body to about the temperature of flame without burning herself.

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Appearance Lehra is a deep red color with brown highlights to her scales, most of them being a sandy color against the sanguine shade of the main part of her body. A short crest of horns comes out of the base of her head, forming sharp spines that focus around the main pair extending out of her head. One more horn is featured in the middle of her forehead similar to that of a unicorn, although it's much thicker and sharp-tipped. The underside of her wings is a black, leathery color with small tears towards the outsides of the wings that have since scarred over. She has three digits on each claw, each with thick pads for heat resistance and burrowing into the sand. Her tail is only partially red with the sandy color being the main shade. At the end of her tail the scales become an inky black with a sharpened venomous barb on it. It resembles that of a scorpion, and doesn't have the greatest range of movement apart from more attack-oriented ones. The scales on her back are a golden shade.

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Personality Out in the wilds Lehra was sometimes known as the Warmaker. She's a vicious dragon, doing everything with an immense passion and spirit for whatever it is. She tends to be loud and dramatic most of the time, excitedly gesturing with her claws whenever she speaks. Being free and out in the world is the kind of thing she likes. She is smart enough to read and use magic if she feels the wish to, but when it comes to fights what can beat scratching at it til it drops?! She's a rough and strong creature who feels she deserves to be called the Warmaker. (Of course, it's not as much of a title as she thinks it is.)

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History Lehra was born in the wild and will never understand anything else. She noticed firsthand how the group of desert dragons diminished, their trails ending far away from where they were first seen. She knows the humans did it, and feels more anger towards them than fear or any sort of caution. There's not much else to her past- desert dragons are big on storytelling and legends, not companionship or traveling together.

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[Bronzewing]

Lehra was upset. Very, very upset.

The chains around her neck and chest were already tightly formed to her body, and no matter how much she struck at the metal would they loosen themselves. Heating up her scales, biting, linking the barb on her tail through the links- nothing, nothing at all. It was perfectly tailored to holding back dragons and she wasn't even sure what to do about that. This was the first time the dragon who called herself the "Warmaker" had been caught by something, and from the tales ingrained into the winds of the desert she had a feeling what would be happening. As long as she could take somebody out with her, she would die happy.

Now where was she? Some sort of large building, basically being dragged in, the humans doing so already knowing how to resist her claws. Snarling and giving them as much trouble as she possibly could, slashing at the air, her eyes gazed around for whatever would cause her death. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary now. She just wanted the whole thing to be over with.

[sugarbird]

-----It's been approximately one hundred and eighty one years and two hundred and forty five days since he first was taken in here. Nothing new ever happened once in that time. Everything panned out like clockwork. He would wake up, eat, do whatever he wanted so long as he didn't get in the wizard's way, and then sleep. A few times a year, during those terrible days, he had to get up early and stay in the lobby all day until the guests left. The worst part, if anything, was sitting in one spot looking pretty while everyone gawked at him in amazement. Orion was used in these gatherings as a beautiful, rare trophy to show off. Feathered Dragons were nearly extinct at this point, especially those of his coat color. So, of course he had to be there, just to make everyone jealous of the grand wizard himself. But aside from those days, everything was usually the same as the day before. It was just a matter of what he would do each day instead of what was planned for each day. It was a dull, painfully boring existence that was the equivalent to permanent sensory deprivation, but it was an undeniably easy life. He figured he had no right to complain much.

-----Orion woke up earlier than usual, sitting in his giant bed and absentmindedly thinking about his past while his talons rapped against the marbled floor. Breakfast time would come eventually, and it was all he was waiting for, pretty much. Feeling pretty down this morning, he sighed heavily before getting to his feet and walking out from his room and into the grand halls. He figured he may as well go check on the garden this morning. The garden always made him feel better. But before he could leave his room, he heard excited foot steps echo through the halls before him. He took a few steps back to make way for the wizard as he heard his voice.

-----"You're kidding me.. you're kidding me. You actually found one? I know I sent you to find one, but I'll be honest in saying my expectations were low." he boomed to his accompanying servant, still in his golden morning robe. "Yes- yes, sir. We found one. One of the rare kind, as you recommended. She's er- very fiery, this one." The two passed by his room in a rush. What were they talking about..? Orion stuck his meek head from around his door frame, watching them continue to talk while quickly heading downstairs to the main lobby. He had to see what was happening here, and began to quietly follow behind them from a distance. This was easily the most interesting thing that's happened in decades. "Now, sir, I beg of you to be careful. I wouldn't be surprised if it was still capable of hurting you when in chains." "No, no, no! Don't you see, dear boy? This is perfect! The more dangerous, the better! We could use a good guard dragon around here. The one I have now can't fight worth anything. I'll straighten her out just like I did him." The servant started growing just a bit more frazzled and afraid as they descended the stairs. Orion followed from afar, not having to try too hard to be quiet.

-----"No-- sir, this is not anything like Orion. T-t-this is a much more.. vicious beast! She's wild! And- and besides, don't you think we have enough security around here? You already have.. hundreds of guards and marksmen defending your establishment twenty-four seven-" Orion kept shadowing them before stopping in his tracks. His keen ears caught onto some loud, angry snarls. Wait- they were talking about another dragon! His ears pinned and his feathers stood on end, fearfully gazing ahead at the source of the mysterious noise. But, since the wizard would be there as well, then maybe he could at least catch a glimpse of this new arrival in relative safety. The wizard was more than capable enough to defend himself against a dragon. He was fairly powerful in his own right.

-----"Don't be silly. There's no such thing as too much security. Now, hush! I want to see this dragon." So, they continued down the hall and towards the main lobby, hearing her loud and angry tantrum. So, she was wild, then.. oh no. Curiosity was still there, but he wasn't looking foreword to having this one be a permanent addition to the mansion. he looked out from around the corner to see the main entrance, along with an extremely agitated red dragoness. Already feeling scared of her, Orion lowered his head a bit to further reduce his chances of getting seen. "Well, hello there.." the grand wizard began, not intimidated in the slightest. The guards holding the dragon in place were struggling hard, eyeing the master and waiting for his next command. "I am Alphonse. You will refer to me as lord. Lord Alphonse."

-----His expression faltered a bit at seeing her aggression up close. She really was a spitfire, it seemed. No matter, that can be fixed. "Well, I see we have plenty to work on. Do not fret, soon you'll be living comfortably in no time, as long as you abide by my commands." He put a hand to his bearded chin. "Let's see.. where should I put you in the meantime.." Orion decided to get a bit of a closer look, since that dragon seemed to be more focused on her captors rather than him. He poked his head out just a bit more, watching her struggle. "What.. are you?" he asked in a faint whisper, only talking more so to himself than anyone else. He's never seen a dragon like that before. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen another dragon for at least a century.

[Bronzewing]

She curled up her tail, the barb on the tip of it now pointed towards the base of her own tail. She was immune to her own venom- stabbing herself with it hurt, but it wouldn't have any adverse effects. A benefit of desert dragons. She hadn't seen one of her own kin in some times- she guessed many more of them had been taken by the same people. Shame that desert dragons weren't poisonous as well as venomous. Even if they were, she guessed they would have found a way around that by now.

Dark eyes scanned over one person to another, their jaws flapping up and down in a strange fleshy manner. Dragons didn't speak like that. Scoffing, she turned her head away from them- although she opened up her ears to listen to their words. They found one, eh? Looks like they've been going for my kin for a while. The tales written into the sand, ingrained in every scratch against a cactus or a rough patch of sand that had been trodden by claws upon claws- they spoke about their numbers decreasing, going straight into rarity. She had been around for ages, but that was nothing in the lifespan of dragons. To dragons, she was of a young age, likely even too young for her reputation. She scoffed yet again, heating up the scales on her neck and back in anger. The deep scars she left in the ground as they took her should be enough for them to know the Warmaker hadn't gone down without a fight.

It took her a while to realize they were talking about guard dragons, making mentions to somebody else they had here- it appeared that they wanted her to stay there. There, in some human person's lair! It was enclosed and stuffy, the air full of dirt and smoke from her scales that couldn't get out of there. The air and wind couldn't take it, it was trapped in here, even the air was trapped in the human lairs! Lashing her tail, she hoped somebody would come close enough and get a leg full of dragon-venom. She would enjoy watching them writhe around on the floor.

And who was this idiot coming up to her? Well, not stupid enough to get hit by her tail or claws, and she noted his distance. Stupid man. She settled down for a moment, allowing him to approach, and listening to his aggravating words. She most definitely would not be calling him 'lord. She most definitely wouldn't even use his name. She kept calm, still, before lunging out at him. Straining the chains around her body she struck out, already coming to terms with likely death and hoping to take out this guy with her. The chains were no good, but this guy didn't even have scales!

She wouldn't be following any commands either. No dragon followed commands except that of the desert winds and the storms that raged through their home. Desert-kin would listen to the commands of a sandstorm or the first rain in months, the law of the rare oasis or the call of the dunes. Never to somebody who was about as important as an ant in the scale of all of that. Stupid man.

She did not notice Orion or his whispering. She was too focused on what was standing in front of her, and the guards off to her side. Lashing out again, she struck out with her tail and back feet hoping to hit one of them.

[sugarbird]

-----The fiery thing lunged foreword towards Orion's master, only just barely being held back by the guards. She attempted to lash at a few of the surrounding guards with her back legs and tail, and did manage to hit a few. They tumbled backwards and let go of their chains, clutching their injured legs and arms. However, the majority were remaining standing and holding her back. Still, Alphonse didn't flinch. His bearded face turned into a low-browed scowl, not amused by her response one bit. "Sir-- if-if I may ask that you figure out what to do with her soon!?" one of them sputtered tiredly, straining hard to keep her in her place. "Oh, shut up. Give me a moment to think." he responded bitterly, waving around a hand to summon a green orb of sorts in the palm of his hands. He then flicked it away towards the group of guards with a brief little chant. With the spell complete, the strength in them was immediately revitalized and enhanced, allowing them a get a better hold of the thing. It still wasn't enough to prevent it from moving all together, but it worked for the time being. And hopefully, they'd stop complaining for a bit.

-----The servant nervously hid himself behind Alphonse as he pondered where to put her. He got a viable solution, that being one of his chambers down below the mansion. Though mostly used for storage, they were large, heavy duty, and had layers of protection and thickness outside of its internal walls. That, and he could simply put up a few permanent ward spells on the cell doors and the window. No dragon could possibly break out of one of those, he figured. Even one as vicious as this. "I think I have an idea. Put her in one of the empty storage chambers until she tires herself out. If she isn't tired by then, we'll just take her out and do it ourselves. Then, we get down to business. We need her in proper behavioral shape before tomorrow's gathering." he spoke calmly, turning to look at the angry, steaming, lashing face of death in the eye. "But allow me to steal a minute of your time." He placed his hands together and cleared his throat. "I know you can understand me, dragon. So, I will tell you this. You're not going to die here, nor will I harm you. Getting taken from home must be hard. But this is your new home, now. And you will be given the essentials that you need to live a comfortable life. Don't think of this as your prison."

-----"Take your new roommate, for example." The male dragon flinched in shock at being mentioned. So, he did know Orion was following him this whole time. But- he was a master at stealth. Guess it went to show how sharp the wizards' senses were. He must've been too excited about what was going on to be stealthy. Knowing what Alphonse wanted him to do without saying anything, Orion meekly stepped out a few paces from behind the corner to reveal himself to the female. He still kept a very long distance between them, with his tail tucked and his head lowered. "Well, come on, son. Don't stand all the way over there. You two better at least meet each other."

-----Orion gulped and continued foreword, stopping still quite a few paces away. He tried his best to at least hide his fear, but dragons were far too smart to not pick up on fear. He suddenly held his head up high, trying to keep his ears from falling back. His feathers still stood on end, and it genuinely was a sign of fear, but it was also a show-off thing Alphonse taught him to do to impress guests. It showed just how much bigger he appeared when they were fluffed out like that. His pearly blue gaze lowered towards the marbled floor to indicate to the female that he meant no harm. "He's healthy, groomed, well fed, too. This is Orion. He will be your brother from now on. Don't worry, he won't lay a scratch on you. He can't hurt a fly if he tried." the man teased mean-spiritedly, causing Orion's face to grow hot with embarrassment.

-----"Soon, this whole mansion will be yours to roam freely. So long as you adhere to my rules." he spoke politely, turning his back to her and motioning the guards to start pushing her forewords and towards the storage chambers. "But for now, you need to stay in the chamber. Just until we have the place cleaned up for you." The wizard then walked away and allowed the guards to take her downstairs. He leaned a bit into his servant as they left. "Order the rest to take down the precious vases and furniture in the main floor. She's going to cause.. a lot of damage." With that, the servant nodded curtly and walked off to do as told. Alphonse, on the other hand, went back to assist the guards with the dragon.

-----He took that last statement as a dismissal. He hastily flew off the floor and up on one of the pillars next to the main entrance. Just to.. stay away from biting range. Orion watched them prepare to take her away from his perch, and he felt his heart break. Even though he had no liking towards her at all, he still couldn't help but feel pity. She could struggle and pout and kill as much as she wants. There's no getting out of here once in. The nasty man took her from her home, her entire life. And now, she's never going to leave. He was fully confident in that. He turned his head away and closed his eyes in shame, giving her the equivalent of an "I'm sorry."

[Bronzewing]

She could feel her claws and tail hit them, hitting the guards with great draconic force. If they didn't get help fast, which she guessed they wouldn't since they had to keep track of her, the wounds would only get worse. Pulling ahead, making use of the dropped chains, she lunged ahead and got decently close to the stupid man before something hit the guards and they restrained her again.

Shame.

Empty storage chambers, huh? For somebody who probably knew dragons could speak, they didn't seem to care she was listening. She would either break out of there, or if not, would stick in there for as long as she could. Death was almost a given at this point. She just had to make sure nothing would break her before that happened. Snapping her jaws again, she gave a wicked smile- no Warmaker would bow down to somebody lesser than her. He was still only a stupid, idiotic man who was trying to grab hold of a force of nature!

She listened to his words, realizing that he was so full of himself that he didn't care if she knew what he was planning to do. To her, whatever he wanted was the same as death- if he was so interested in having a desert-kin in this stuffy place of his, he would have to try so much harder. This was not her home nor would it ever be. This was even more of a prison after he spoke those words.

And look at that- a roommate? She expected some sort of guard, something she would get her teeth into within the first hour, or a sad intern that would meet their fate even quicker. She wasn't against eating a person, after all. But no- here was the roommate, and they were scaled just like she was. With the strong feathers they had on their body she guessed they were one of the rarer feathered kinds- not that they all weren't rare at this point. She guessed these horrid men had something to do with it.

And ohh boy, the smell of fear running off that dragon! He smelled as if he was being challenged by a sand worm- not like a dragon would act around a fellow. This guy was either not a dragon, some sort of weird bird, or the most undragonlike dragon she had ever laid eyes on. Either way, they were a sad figure. Didn't they ever want to get out of there? Living your life with your feathers constantly fluffed up in fear didn't seem like the way to do a single thing.

Either way, she flashed him a wide, sinister smile as she was dragged downstairs. Now not lashing out as much as she had been before, she let the chains tug her around. The calmer she acted now, the easier it would be for her to take out a leg or two once they got her closer to...wherever they wanted her. And your precious vases are going to be precious DUST! she thought, lashing a claw out at something nearby that seemed valuable.

[sugarbird]

-----Orion continued to watch them depart, feeling his pity only grow at her smile. How confident, she was. How lively and spirited. All of that would be drained out of her the moment she gets a taste of the wizard's true power. Hopefully, however, Alphonse was underestimating her. Some dark part of him deep down wished to see his master struggle to contain her fury. She didn't belong here. She was so, so confident she'd be out of here in no time. It was clear on her face. But at the same time, it'd be an unpleasant process to watch her struggle to her wit's end. All she'd be doing is delaying the inevitable, and making it worse. While they disappeared out of view, Orion sat on the pillar there for a moment deciding what to do. Should he follow..? Did he really want to witness any further struggle on the dragoness' end? This wouldn't be anything nice to see. But.. what else was he going to do? Sit around and mope like he did every other day? Miss out on possibly some interesting events to shake things up? Probably not.

-----While she was pulled downstairs, the feathered shadow followed from a safe distance, quiet as the air he walked through. The dragon didn't resist much this time around and make a lot of noise, thank goodness, but he knew she was being sly about her next move. She was possibly going to attack the moment everyone was in a room. Well, no matter. Not like he's going to warn anyone about it.. Alphonse lead them all down to the lowest floor of the mansion underground, unaware of the thing she was trying to smash on her way. Whatever it was, he could probably just buy another one. This dragoness was his newest priority above most everything else he had. The corridors started to grow steadily darker, eventually dark enough to the point where torches were lining the walls to keep things lit. It really did look like a prison down here, despite the wizard's words from earlier. The old musty air was bad even for Orion, but it didn't stop him from following.

-----"Here we are, my dear." he hummed, leading the guards towards a large set of iron doors covering almost the entire width of the hall. They were very heavy, imposing doors that were barred shut on the outside as well. It would normally take at least a few men to lift that bar from the rests and pull those doors open. But, Alphonse did it himself. He placed both his hands under the bar, chanting a spell to himself, and then proceeded to lift it on his own without trouble. He pulled open the doors, revealing the chamber itself on the other side. It was dim, old, rarely used, but nearly pristine in condition. A shred of sunlight cut through the darkness in the center of the chamber. The heavy duty steel walls were flawless and as strong as the moment it was first built all those decades ago, and the floor was made up of the same material. It was a large, entirely empty space. "This.. will be temporary. By temporary, I mean, you'll be here for a single night at most."

-----Orion peeked in from outside the door frame while everyone else was in, feeling a flood of memories rush back to him. He suddenly remembered his first moments of living here. No bed, no ventilation, no anything. Nothing except a single window on the ceiling for pure aesthetic. He remembered being a younger dragon of roughly 100 years of age or so, still having some kindles of spirit left in him. Orion was placed here for not just one night like he was giving this dragoness, but several days. Due to being very afraid of the humans that restrained him, he proved very troublesome. He was awful slippery- escaping his chains more than once when they tried to put him down here. But ward spells were surrounding the whole mansion at the time, preventing his escape. Eventually, he was finally caught and placed here for a time.

-----He saw himself huddled in the corner, tucking his face under his wing as he cried all those years ago. Something about this place really gave him a kind of sadness more powerful than any other. It's why he never bothered coming down here most of the time. Still interested in seeing where this was going, Orion backed away just a hair and hunkered down a bit to watch. "It's not very hospitable, I know, but you won't be here long at all. I'll take you out after a little while to assess your behavior, and see what we can work on." Orion felt his pelt tremble with a bit of slight anger at that statement. What a selfish man, trying to change the very nature and personality of this dragon to suit his wants. He did succeed with Orion, but hopefully it would at least take some misery and frustration to transform her. "That seems to be all for now, I suppose. Do you have a name, dragon? Assuming you can speak.."

[Bronzewing]

She already knew she would be out of there in no time. It was obvious! The wizard and his cronies couldn't do a thing against her, they couldn't contain wild fury like this. He guessed they had never even been to the desert- even the smallest sandstorm could sweep these men off their feet no matter how strong they thought they were. Even the other dragon they had lazing around the place couldn't survive out there. The dragons left behind from the humans' attacks were the stronger ones, the ones that knew the world around them despite their age and grew better from it. A Warmaker was not as easy to slay as a hatchling.

She felt her talons tap against whatever she was trying to break, but after a bit of shaking it rebalanced itself back onto its pedestal. That was disappointing- she wanted to cause at least a few clouds of dust and broken glass, some money lost and spread across the dirt in shards. It would look so much better if everything was on the floor, after all. It would look so, so much better.

And this was definitely a prison the men were leading her to. She didn't believe a single one of their words- they had an obvious air of an untrustworthy nature, reeking of lies. Her mind raced- somebody probably needed to toss sand onto them. Sand never lied, it had seen so much already. Snorting and tossing her head left and right, she felt the solid ground beneath her and wished her claws were sharp enough to leave deep rifts in the wood. Alas, as she walked not even dust clouded up from her footsteps. This place was not the wild, and she knew eventually she would have to stop thinking of her desert home. The tales the desert told couldn't reach here. And once these men slayed the last of them, those tales would go unread for the rest of time. She wanted to stop thinking about that.

She guessed that was the sort of stuff she would be thinking of in her new prison.

The empty space in front of her wasn't a good sign. She didn't believe they would leave her in there for only a single night- something told her it would be a week or so that she had to look at the dry, blank walls. She had a strong feeling that she had to act proper in order for them to let her out of there. That was fine- she was good at faking stuff, and the more they trusted her the more she could get her claws and venom on them. Baring her teeth in a mischievous smile, she rapidly removed the expression as soon as she saw one of the men looking towards her.

They weren't getting her name. They could herd her into an enclosed space all they liked, trying to break her spirit, but she wouldn't let it. The stuffy room was no worse than the mansion itself, with its narrow corridors and valuable trinkets lining the walls. Nothing to burn, nothing to see but a shaft of light- yet they wouldn't get her name. That would be her first act of rebellion, making sure there was nothing they could call her that mattered, nothing she would actually respond to and call a name.

Lehra would die before they got her name. They could do their worst.