#buntecha

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June 6, 2023:

Jade Secondary, Mirror, Laced.

Algae of Buntecha’s Reedwhistle Clan!

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Haven’t drawn this one in a while: Namesake character for many of my other accounts: Buntecha

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For SharpJay217 on FR!

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Coy pulled himself up onto the smooth wooden table with a rattling of chains and scraping of hard, gem-like growths against lacquered bamboo. Looking from face to face in the spacious sunlit chamber that was the main meeting area. The soft loamy walls of earth held back by latticed beams reached up far over his head, curving inwards slightly and stopping in time to allow most all of the ceiling to be nonexistent. The sunlight felt nice and warm, only trickles of breeze making its way in through the top and the beaded curtains of the entryway.

Tybalt's soft yet very audible "Ahem" brought him back from his brief lapse in thought. He sent a meek smile her way, his cold breath visible even in the warm air. "Your request for a position of authority within our clan has been received and considered. While you have been here only a short time compared to most of our residents, you have fastly established yourself in a leading and teaching position.." Tybalt continued on but Coy's eyes couldn't help but dart to the other clan leaders' faces in the room. The patriarch and his wife both betrayed little evidence of favor or emotion. But he was starting to catch on that this was their most common face, Aech's being the less intimidating of the two. He hadn't talked with either of them very much, despite their common appearance chatting with a regular few other dragons and visitors. The matriarch intimidated him, and something about Aech caused him pause in his efforts to make light conversation. The other spiral curled on the table near Tybalt is the one Coy has made the most efforts to befriend. Wyndham was looking mostly at him, but also glancing off at no one for momentary spells. Coy gathered that he was not the most fond of stressful situations, and didn't want to be associated with the possible situation of his rejection. "And in our chats, you have demonstrated nothing short of keen intelligence and social prowess. The most important trait we are needing from you, however, is the will for good works and stability of our home, your home..." His eyes fell on the massive Tybalt again. Her large, small-for-a-guardian size took up more room in the chamber than the other four dragons in it combined. The dark shine of her scales and jewelry gave her the most regal appearance in the chamber that compounded on her already quietly overpowering personality. Her dark eyes still popped against the midnight tone of her face. "And we found you sufficient there as well. Assuming your application was not for naught, we happily accept you into those dragons that dedicate their energy and time into the safety and health of Reedwhistle. Coy, Congratulations." And at those words her mouth turned up into a smile. It was the most friendly she had ever appeared to him.

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Bound by ice and chain that will not melt, He is a spiral who cannot fly. He hopes to find aid or a cure in Reedwhistle, but focuses mostly on interpersonal relationships instead. In the meantime, he is very intelligent and serves as a teacher to the clan hatchlings for a variety of things, though out of them all his traveling stories are a favorite. He has gained a seat in the leadership on Reedwhistle, the newest dragon to do so, and the first who is neither family or founder to long-standing residents.

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Aech gasped for breath that wouldn't come. Silently he reached up in a panic to paw at his throat, but the warm wetness of his hands only caused him more distress. This was supposed to be what he wanted, what he was meant for. But this isn't what he wanted! How could anyone want this? This... he didn't even know his face.

Aech shakily lifted the scratched golden helm from the lifeless body of the large mirror he was supposed to have hated. The only reason he could place it on his own self was shame. He couldn't face it. The slight obstruction the helm created in his vision was the only solace he could find. It smelled of blood. Whose blood was- Aech sat up with a sudden yell, limbs flailing and clawing at the light blanket that had been over him. Some pieces of straw still falling from being flung landed on the snout of of the dragon he came face to face with. It was Hireem. He could make out her voice as his sense came back to him. "You're doing it again. Your stress is getting to you." It took him five good breaths to answer her with an affirmative grunt. He was home. That was so long ago. Now he just needed to.. oh. It's already morning. ------- Aech was born from a royal family of the plague flight, but stolen away by his mother to be hatched and raised in the wind Flight territory to escape her tyrannical husband. She sought to raise her child to someday go back and take him down. Aech was raised with the destiny to return to the boneyard and face his father: killing him. When he accomplished this, and had taken the heirloom armor from his father's corpse, he felt drained and empty. Severely injured from the fight, his wings were rendered a dead-weight upon his body and the mere act of returning to the place he had called his home nearly killed him. Despite those of his now late-mother's clan asking him to take his father's place, he didn't want any more of the fighting and fear he felt riddled that area. He took the royal armor and abandoned the boneyard forever. It is a place he will never willingly step foot into again. Returning back he took in the peaceful nature and atmosphere of the Zephyr Steppes and went looking for a place to belong in the hopes of being able to live out the rest of his life seeing peaceful days and having his own family: one that wasn't torn by strife and vengeance. He met the rogue dragon Hireem, also weary with the long years alone and on edge, and together they created a place for themselves on the edge of wind flight territory, close to the boundaries of the water flight. Aech is a weary but strong and wise warrior. He is greatly affected by the troubles of his past and uses those old emotions to guide himself and his family to the path of a calm and happy life. Fiercely protective of his family and, by extension, his clan-mates, he will not tolerate outsiders coming and trying to start trouble with those he cares about. Disputes within the clan he tries to let work themselves out, as Hireem advises him to take it easy. He is soft spoken unless addressing large crowds or giving orders. He is introverted, but greatly enjoys the company of friends. Dealing with strangers drains him. He will always listen to the strife and concerns of others, but will not sugar-coat his advice, as he finds it best to be realistic with things. When overwhelmed he lets his mate speak for him, as he trusts her completely. He has a penchant for pets and cares deeply for the safety of his mate and children.

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I want to write lore out for my dragons.... I think I’ll put little in character excerpts in each of their bios, then a bit about them! I’ll post them here as I write them :)

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For Astromeme on FR!

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Commission for VoxxVoleur on FR!