Username: ABeardedDragon
Name: Firth
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding purposes: Male
Items:An ivy vine wrapped around his left arm, the leaves are a dull frosted green colour with silver edges.The vine connects him to the nature guardian, Anise, and allows him to draw strength from her powers. It protects him from corruption, a disease that spreads through rifts from another dimension that enables Nekros, the ruling dragon of death, to devour souls.
Firth remembers the pitch black. Nothing before. The light fades in as his eyes open, leaves swirling and fluttering to the ground around him. Before him stand two small creatures, similar to himself. Deep red crystals cover the smallest one, their glow slowly disappearing. In awe, the brown one stands still. Firth tries to push himself up. A brief glance above the endless treetops at the blue sky is all he can manage. Crashing to the floor, the small figures stagger backwards. As he struggles to stand, the brown one dashes towards him and throws an ivy vine over his neck. He thrashes. A green dragon darts out of the treelines, biting the end of the vine. Claws dig into Firth's left arm as the beast tries to hold on, working with the small brown viscet to tighten the vine around his arm. A final pull, a shock races down his body. His cry scatters flocks of birds. The viscet beneath him is huddled up, gripping a vine on her own arm, perhaps feeling the same pain he does. The forest falls silent. A wave of calm washes over him. Firth wearily lifts his head to see the brown viscet looking up at him.
"Hey buddy," she says.
Firth grumbles.
"Sorry about that," she whispers, "I'm Anise, I need your help."
The giant viscet stares before smacking his hefty tail into the dirt.
"I won't hurt you anymore," Anise pulls herself to his paw, "it's hard to explain, but I need you to guard this tree for me."
Months had passed. The day had finally come. In front of him stood a burning orange viscet, circling Anise.
"You're a disgrace, Anise," she hissed, "how can you give up your guardian duties for him?"
"Alduin does not stop me doing anything," the brown viscet snarled.
"He gets in the way," Cora snapped, "I'll burn this damn tree down, you don't belong with us."
The orange cet raised her hand. Firth smacked his giant tail down on the earth, sweeping the firery cet away. He felt hot fire across his skin. Then sudden cold. His world was full of inky blackness. Rage rushed through him and he blindly swiped at those beneath him.
"Cora," Anise shouted, "somethings wrong, a rift nearby I think. He's not supposed to act like this."
He couldn't hear much else, eventually, silence. Firth crashed through the forest. For how long, he doesn't know. But he felt his rage fade away as the world became clear again. Exhausted, he fell asleep. When he awoke, Anise was by his side.
"There's bad things out there, cold and dark," she whispered, "that was corruption, you're safe now."
Darkness. Was he bad?
A blowing horn with an inky black tip that fades into white, bearing a faint golden marble pattern. A black leather strap keeps it resting over his shoulder.Used as a warning that scares wildlife and all but the bravest souls away from danger of all kinds. Unable to do much to stop danger himself, the warning calls for Anise; in the meantime, Firth tries to defend for as long as possible.
Firth felt the familiar cold run through him, in a way it was thick like tar. He stood as tall as he could, calling out across the trees. His steps were heavy, shaking the ground so that others would run. Unsure of where the rift was, he wanders to where it felt more powerful. By now he had learnt how to control himself, reducing the effects corruption had on him. He was close. Lifting his horn, he blew through it, making a deep call. Waiting. The three guardians and their dragons were soon soaring overhead. He watches as the land around him goes up in Cora's flames. Perhaps not the best way, but it seemed like the only option. Everything seemed to spiral out of control when the embers hit the dense forest. Firth used his horn to call once more, sharper this time. With large strides he tried to chase anything still alive away from the raging fire, towards the shore. He lays down, then glances between the crowd and his back, wanting the creatures to climb on him. Slowly, he stands up. He wades into the ocean, standing in the cold, shallow sea between islands. He stares out into the endless blue. Feeling the shaking creatures on his back, and their loud sobbing, Firth turns to look at the island, engulfed in flames.
Personality:Firth is a rather simple being. He doesn't know much about the world, nor does he have the knowledge to question; but he can think about some things others would find obvious, like why grass is green. Sometimes he gets upset that the world doesn't make too much sense to him. He struggles with reading the intentions and emotions of others, being oblivious to lies and tones of voice like sarcasm. However, he does have a grasp on body language. Incredibly playful though he doesn't realise he's dangerously too large for running around. Often feels lonely as he doesn't know many his size. Other times, he spends a lot of time resting or trying to watch average sized creatures, much like a normal viscet watching bugs. He has a desire to explore but is bound to the tree. Sometimes he thinks about how confined he is and takes his anger out on the nature around him. Firth does not fear much, nothing is big enough to challenge him; though he worries about forces larger than himself like death.
Relationships:AniseHis favourite person in the world, probably the only one who really knows him. Firth sees her as a mother, with her kind words he doesn't always understand. Nothing matters more to him than her, after all, his purpose is to protect her and the great tree. Far too overprotective for his own good, Firth is ready to bring harm to those he sees as a threat to her safety, even if they don't have bad intentions.
AlduinFirth doesn't like him. To him, Alduin is a threat to the tree and will readily attack him when he gets too close. He used to attack Alduin when he was near Anise but she has taught him to no longer do this. Firth gives Alduin the cold shoulder, and is quick to let him know when to back off. As such, Alduin has stopped trying to earn his trust and the two just try to avoid each other.
SageThe only creature he knows that's even remotely similar to his size, Sage is his ideal companion when Anise isn't around. He's incredibly close to Sage as he's the only one he can play with, without hurting anyone. Firth loves to race this dragon, wishing he could fly. Occasionally they spar as practice. With both being able to see a wide view of the world, the pair love to play 'I spy'. Sage has a mate, but hasn't cared to introduce her to Firth; in fact, he worries that the viscet will attack her.
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