Species Facts
Scientific Name: Vulpes draquoiana
Common Name: Draquoia
Visual Description: They are a cross between a fox, a bird, and a dragon. They always have an aura that wraps around their paws, wings, head, and tail. They have large ears that droop behind their head, avian wings, and a fox tail. Their pelts are made up of scales coated in fine, soft fur. Their body shape is similar to that of a fox. Most Draquoias are the size of a large dog, but some are the size of a horse.
Breeding: Late winter is mating season. Males may only mate with one female during that year. Draquoias mate for life. After 2 months of pregnancy, females give live birth to 3-5 young. The draclets are mature by two years old, but leave their mother at the age of one year, six months. Aura clouds develop fully at age three.
Range (Year-round nests= red)
Status: Died out 100 years ago of overhunting.
These are the words you read, your heart beating very fast, as you look at the creature in front of you. She is the size of a pony. She looks like this:
Status: Died out 100 years ago. How can they have died out... if this is a Draquoia in front of me? She has the wings, the ears, the aura, and the body for it, but Draquoias are extinct! you think. It's impossible!
As if reading your thoughts, the creature begins to speak. "Hello. My name is Orchid. I am a Draquoia." She smiles in gentle amusement as you stumble backward in shock. Not only did this creature talk, it said it was an extinct species! This was utterly bonkers. You decide to trust Orchid anyway.
"Would you like to adopt one of us? We make good lifelong companions."
"All right," you say. "I'm still a bit confused, though- how do I adopt one of you?"
"I'll explain what you need to do at the village, which is on an island, so if you wouldn't mind getting on my back, we can make it there in no time at all." Orchid puts out her head for you to stroke, then bends down so you can get on her back. You slip onto her back in front of her wings and only just manage to wrap your arms around her neck before she takes off. Her aura snakes around her wings to hold you in place. It is surprisingly solid. The wind tugs at your hair and you look down, drinking in the view of vast, aqua sea.
A small island, the color of snow, rose out of the water. Orchid spiraled down and landed on the island. A few Draquoias cautiously crept out from behind huts made of driftwood, constructed on top of the white sand. "Orchid? That's a human on your back!" A male, blue Draquoia with a bright red aura and blue eyes, wide with shock, exclaims nervously.
"Hush, Noah, it's fine," Orchid sighed. "This human is safe, I promise you. It says it wants to adopt one of us." She opens her mouth to say more, but you interrupt her.
"I'm not an 'it,' " you say. "I have a gender."
Noah laughs. His aura stretches out toward you, and he makes a purring sound. "I haven't seen that much spirit in a human before. Come with me. Here's a village map." He gives you another leaf. This is what it says.
