by Sp00kEHours » Mon Mar 16, 2015 10:51 am
Username: IBiteBack
Name: Calypso
Type: Runner
Height: 1,22 m
Gender:Buck
How did he get the scars: In the stage of life where Calypso was simply a nuglet still in awe of the surrounding realm, he couldn't help but want to break free from his mother and the rest of the females as well as the older, more cautionary Nukittas that made up what he considered to be his family even though they weren't bonded through blood. Calypso, being full of childish curiosity and abandon, didn't understand that those around him were actually trying to protect him and keep him from harm's grasp. He thought that he was simply being kept from the rest of the realm and from freedom itself, so he decided to defy the matriarch of the herd by sneaking out before the golden rays of sunlight even began to kiss the horizon. His mind not with him, or at least not playing in his favor, Calypso took off before anyone in the herd's ranks could stop him and began to explore. In the night, unbeknownst to poor young Calypso, a dragon with eyes of amethyst and scales of pure gold awoke with a rumbling belly and impatience for mountain hunting. As for why the dragon would even amuse the idea of hunting at night with such vivid, bright scales, no one can possibly fathom, but the beast chose to do so. While Calypso remained in the low grounds, an uncommon area for dragons to usually arrive, the beast was soaring high above with sharp purple eyes studying the earth below for any signs of prey to satisfy his aching stomach. Of course, seeing a young Nukitta all alone and simply exploring was like having a giant target painted and the dinner bells ringing in his head. The dragon, being actually very young and not large for his race, swooped low to the earth. His talons grazed poor Calypso, but fear of crashing into a tree and damaging his wings made the beast lift before he could really cause fatal wounds. Hurt and terrified, Calypso took shelter under a cluster of thick trees while the dragon raged on above him, swirling in circles like a nasty vulture. Eventually, from fear and exhaustion, the nuglet fell unconcious. When he awoke, the beast was gone, and he managed to slowly return to the grounds his herd had been sleeping, only to find that they had moved on - probably from waking to the commotion of the scaled monster and fearing their own ends. He now bears scars as a reminder of what curiosity can do when one is alone and foolish.