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Ero & Iro
"I
have dated more!" Ero boasted.
"I have dated better!" Iro interjected.
Because it was true. The beautiful love Elf Ero had had too many lovers to
count. But Iro wasn't without charms either and knew it. Both elves contined
to bicker, trying to decide who was better at this game called love. They'd
been at it since they were both barely out of diapers. At times they lost
sight of each other, but only briefly. Time and time again they met up, went
out to drink and strated their usual discussion.
This time was no different. The two elves flew while arguing, racing as if
that could somehow help decide who was the better love elf. Oftentimes they
ended up with injuries, but so far nothing too serious. Although by the
number of near misses, this time might prove to be the one time things did
run out of hand.
Somehow, Fate intervened before one of the elves crashed into a tree or
impaled themself on a branch. A portal appeared that launched both
beautiful, handsome elves into the unknown.
When
they popped out, they were at a planet neither of them knew: Aneith.
Hardly taking the time to interrupt their bickering, Iro and Ero didn't
realise what was going on around them until a deinty cry somehow achieved
the impossible.
"You're both so pretty!"
the dragon hatchling, who was already bigger than the two elves, shouted.
The excited squeal was high-pitched and about as powerful as the whine of an
electric saw to the smaller beings. The two love elves fell silent and
turned toward the black dragon with grey-purple wings and yellow and white
accents. The dragon meanwhile, did the same, eyeing their jewellery and
clothes with the covetous gaze of one who followed fashion. Other dragons in
the vicinity did the same, clearly approving of the newcomers and the way
their young relative was acting.
"Why thank you." Ero replied, turning on the charm.
"You dragons have good taste." Iro complimented, eliciting approving
rumbles.
"This young one needs some
guidance." an older dragon
commented, "Your appearance is
quite fortuitous."
"Can we even help?" Iro asked.
"Are you backing out?" Ero challenged.
"No." Iro replied, just a bit too quickly.
"You get along splendidly."
the hatchling purred, "My name is
Bakreimuise, but you can call me Kris."
Before they very well knew what happened, Ero and Iro were
led away along with Kris and instructed on just what a young Mezokell needed
to thrive. And that apparently was: a space to call their own, a hoard of
pretty to dream on and a lot of love.
"Well, if it's love, we can provide." Ero said with confidence.
"No
arguing!" Kris added.
"Can we do that?" Iro asked nervously.
Ero shrugged, "We never tried, it might be possible."
"Even living together?"
"I'm confident that I can live together with anyone." Ero boasted.
"Well so can I!" Iro added, secretly being just a bit too eager to start
this experiment.
Kris chuckled quietly and just looked forward to all the pretty that was in
their future.
Stats
Name:
Bakreimuise (Kris)
Gender:
Non Binary
Species:
Mezokell (info)
Origin:
Aneith (Pride 2026 Giveaway)
Description:
*Colours: Black-Purple-Grey-White-Yellow
*Size: 10 feet at the shoulder
*Features: Mezokell scales are made of stone and
minerals, they fuse various gems to their scales using their magic
Personality:
Hoarder, Neutral
(stay-out-of-conflict), Always ready to talk about fads.
Abilities:
*Verbal
Speech
*Magic:
they prefer to use gems (making the magic stronger) and most often use it
for aesthetic purposes
*Magic
Gem regeneration: the gems infused in their scales will regrow when
ingesting the same gem.
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Background mage
found with google long ago (link lost).
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