Wanderers

Zoë

STATS
Name: Zoë
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Druid

Description: Zoë has a dark skin and long hair she keeps in small braids. Oftentimes she weaves flowers in her hair. As a druid she usually has her wooden staff with her. The pink gemstone at the top adds to her power. She only wears natural fabrics and a lot of those are patched with fanciful needlework as it is a waste to throw away clothing that can still be mended.
Personality: Zoë loves nature, she would not be able to function without daily communing with soil, plants and running water. As such she'll never be able to thrive in an urban area. She much prefers to live in rural areas. Her powers are much more useful there anyway. She is a haughty woman, regal some would say, with straight posture and a commanding presence.
Skills: Influence over flora (improve growth, prevent plant diseases, faint weather influence)
Enjoys: Being outside among the verdant green
Dislikes: Being out of touch with nature
Pet: Bougain, a Hummingdrake from Eorias (Scout, m)

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TRAVEL
The large black dragon with the yellow patterned hide and pink-purple wings and belly gazed at the tiny brown and pink hummingdrake and tried to decide what to do with it. The feisty little bug - as it was no bigger to the majestic Western Dragon - seemed to be willing to duke it out and this puzzled Myrtales. Anyone sane would recognise his superior strength and power. So the humming drake must be insane. Or suicidal. Mystery solved.
Myrtales went to turn away, deciding that crushing a bug would serve no purpose whatsoever, when the humming drake followed suit and kept hovering in his face. Myrtales was getting impatient. This little nuissance was clearly asking to be squished. But if it was indeed suicidal, it would not evade Myrtales' paws so swiftly.
"What's wrong with you!" the dragon roared.
Rapid buzzing answered but it was impossible for Myrtales to make anything out of the reply. The hummingdrake flew away, then returned and repeated. Myrtales got the distinct feeling he needed to follow the small drake. It was quite a nonsensical request, but as someone as powerful as he was, Myrtales was inclined to follow and see what was going on. there was nothing for him to fear after all.
When the dragon finally reached the place the hummingdrake led him too, he found a woman collapsed. Her dark skin looked to be cracked and dry, her hair was messy and her life signs were fleeting. The humming drake returned one last time and flew a couple of rounds around Myrtales' head.
"I guess you want me to save this one?" the sunset-winged dragon sighed.
Well, he might as well. The dead tended to haunt those that failed them in their time of need and he had little want for a spectral companion. A live one would be better. Though what was wrong with this woman was another mystery entirely. She didn't seem wounded, she was young so an illness wasn't very likely.
Again the hummingdrake buzzed around his head. Myrtales knew now to follow and so he carried the woman and did as was asked. The hummingdrake led him to a forest. Dropping the woman to the ground, Myrtales was surprised to see she got better almost instantly.
"Ugh, did I faint?" she asked.
"You did." Myrtales responded.
Zoë's eyes widened as they tried to capture the dragon in full and failed. She almost felt ready to faint again but the power of nature around her prevented her from doing so.
"Thank you for your aid. I miscalculated by thinking we were still on natural ground."
"We weren't?" Myrtales asked.
"No, I was completely cut off from nature and my power was drained by something there. Without Bougain to summon you and you to help me, I fear I would have not made it out."

Lines by NorthernRed, Colouring by Bughnrahk
(Received as a 2023 Birthday Present)

STATS
Name: Myrtales
Gender: Male
Species: Western Dragon
Colour: Black and Sunset
Height: 10'5" at the shoulder
Personality: Vain, Haughty but not unkind.
Abilities:
     *Breath Weapon (fire)
     *Verbal Speech
     *Telepathy
     *Teleportation

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FLIGHT
Even the small bug-like hummingdrake Bougain had grown on Myrtales. Which showed that you could get used to anything. There was something endearing about the little thing sleeping in his mane that kept Myrtales from squashing him. And of course that that action would hurt Zoë who had treated him with due respect. As a druid she knew a lot and Myrtales in turn respected that. So they had travelled together for a while.
Mayhaps soon their roads would diverge, but for now the dragon was content for the companionship. Although, would the druidess and her pet be content to wait for him when he found a suitable dragoness to chase? After all he was a man in his prime and he could clearly pick up on one in his vicinity. It wouldn't be long. And she smelled so very tempting...

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Lantessama Isle
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