Dracostryx

Name: Frost

Nicknames: Formerly known as "Snowball." (But don't call him that, he hates this name)

ID: 103

Species: DracoStryx

Type: Tetrao Microstryx

Owner: RavenPride222 

Sex: Male

Genotype: ee/Aa/Ss/nTp/nSt/nH/nJ/nBng/nMn

Phenotype: Tipped Stained Hooded Jay Bengal Sand with Moon

Free Marks: xx

Mutations: Albino

Assigned Stryx: Iskeria 12092

Personality:

"Oh. You think I'm cute, and adorable, and fluffy? You wanna pet and hug me? Get your hands off me! Show me some respect! I'm a dragon too, you know?! You don't just pet and cuddle a dragon, do you? Then WHY do you do this to me?!"

Frost only wants one thing: To be treated with the respect a true dragon deserves. But this is hard (or almost impossible) when you look like an adorable little plushie. And well... he IS really soft and fluffy to the touch, but this is no excuse. He wants to be a real dragon, a real warrior. Why can't he be big and impressive like all the others? Or why can't he at least have a fire breath or something? The little microstryx carries a lot of anger, sadness and frustration inside of him, which makes him quite grumpy, aggressive, and mean towards others/strangers. Especially if they start to treat him like... well... like the small fluffy adorable microstryx that he is. He will viciously bite foreign hands whenever they get close to him, and he can scream REALLY loud when he's angry. And. Do. Not. Try. To. Cuddle. Him.

Ever.

He is very protective of his harpia friend Iskeria.

History:

Frost (or Snowball at that time) used to be a pet. Or a children's toy, to be more exact. But while he was chased and forcebly cuddled by hoards of children, the big stryxes around him became famous arena champoins and mighty warriors. And no one ever tried to cuddle THEM. Why couldn't he be like them? Which cruel gods sent him to the hell he was in? He wanted to be a warrior too, not just a simple plushie and children's toy. All the big stryxes made fun of him, no one took him seriously, and at some point he was so frustraded that he ran away. Far away from civilisation, far away from people, back into the wilderness where his kind came from.

A few months later he met Iskeria, and she gave his life a purpose: Finally... he had someone to protect. Finally he found someone who would never laugh at him, or try to cuddle him. Finally... he had a friend to care for. And at one point... maybe he could start to leave his old life and former self behind him.

Origins: www.deviantart.com/comments/1/…

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Design by: RavenPride222