Gender: Male
Bond: Airt Domhain Duibhe
Species: Dagger Dragon
Color: Silver
Jewel Color: Green
Size: 2' long
Abilities: Verbal Speech, Flame breath
Weapon Shift: Longsword
Bond Abilities: Teleportation, Invisibility, Animal Metamorphosis: Jaguar
Origin: The EverRealm
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Airt looked up from his clipboard as many other beings around him exclaimed in surprise. The Gate building was extremely busy at this time of day, with merchants and tourists popping in and out of the portals at incredible rates. Airt had been documenting an unruly tourist's arrest when the commotion had begun.
He dropped his clipboard and ran towards the nearest portal. A small crowd had gathered, mostly wolf anthros like himself. "Excuse me," he said in a low voice, shouldering aside a few of the more oblivious rubberneckers. "Security here. Excuse me, please."
He finally saw what the commotion was all about. An unauthorized traveller had emerged from the magical portal. It was a rather small dragon, silver in color, and it appeared to be encrusted with gorgeous, sparkling emerald jewels.
"It's beautiful," someone murmured.
"I bet those are valuable," someone else said, and a ragged-looking human merchant stepped towards the small dragon. It eyed him with its deep blue eyes, but didn't move so much as a scale. "They look like real emeralds." The merchant reached out and grabbed at one of the jewels, tugging on it vigorously.
The dragon hissed and wriggled, but Airt was already there. "Stop!" He seized the human by the back of his shirt, lifting him bodily away from the small dragon.
The human made several indignant noises as the anthropomorphic wolf held him in midair, but no one seemed inclined to help the human. "That is a living being, and you're in violation of the Gatehouse rules," Airt snarled, letting the merchant get a good look at his fangs. "Your license is revoked. Leave immediately." He tossed the merchant to one side, and didn't bother watching him land.
The dragon stood, pawing at the injured jewel with one forepaw. It didn't seem to be much the worse for wear. "I'm sorry, little friend," Airt said to it. "That human won't bother you again." He inspected it closely as he spoke, trying to ascertain its species. It wasn't a type of dragon he had ever seen before.
"Thank you," it replied.
Airt hopped back a step, as did the rest of the crowd. "You can speak," he said.
"Yes," the dragon said, looking pleased. "I am Nexratri. I am a Weopanian Metal Dragon."
"Welcome to Sitheil Tirean," Airt said, still feeling a little dazed. "I am Airt Domhain Duibhe."
The little dragon stretched out a forepaw. The Gate's eerie light reflected off of the silvery scales. Airt, without a moment's hesitation, reached out his own hand and grasped the dragon's paw.
In the next instant he was holding a silver longsword that was encrusted with green jewels.
Airt nearly dropped it in surprise, and in another heartbeat the little dragon was back, still gripping the wolf's white-furred paw.
"I will help you," the dragon said.
Airt knew he had found a friend for life.
Name:
Airt Domhain Duibhe
Bond:
Nexratri, Dagger Dragon
Age:
35
Rank:
N/A
Sex:
Male
Species:
Anthropomorphic Wolf
Height:
6'4"
Fur:
White
Markings:
Gray face, gray tail
Eyes:
Brown
Place of Birth:
Sitheil Tirean, Daralain (6th planet in orbit around the star Thuban in the constellation Draco)
Current Residence:
Sitheil Tirean, Daralain (6th planet in orbit around the star Thuban in the constellation Draco)
Physical Description:
Airt is around average height for a male anthro wolf, and covered in extra-thick white fur. His ears are on the small side and are roundish, almost like an arctic fox's. He is fairly well-muscled and appears more than capable of handling himself in times of violence.
Personality:
Airt is quiet... almost too quiet. His parents were killed during one of the Pack's many missions when Airt was just a pup, which caused many other beings to openly criticize the policy of allowing lifemates to sign up on missions together. Airt has been careful never to express his opinion on this or on the mission that cost his parents their lives, but he seems to live with a burden in his heart every single day. He currently works as a security guard of sorts in the main Gate building in Sitheil Tirean, but he often signs up for missions. Whether or not he's trying to prove something, he's a skilled warrior and invaluable in combat. Now, if he would only smile once in a while...
Abilities(Bond):
Teleportation, Invisibility, Animal Metamorphosis: Falcon
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