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Sweaters
Legacy Name: Sweaters

The

Sweetheart Dragarth
Owner:

Faune

Age: 6 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 28th, 2017

Adopted: 4 years, 3 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: January 22nd, 2020

Statistics

Level: 3
Strength: 21
Defense: 11
Speed: 7
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Stock Worker

minion

The dragon had lived there longer than any of the townsfolk could remember. In fact, that dragon had lived there amongst the mountain and valley and forest long before the small town came to be nestled in amongst the hemlocks and spruce. His was a somewhat lonely life, though he would fly far off at times to visit others of his species, dip his head under the water's surface (dragon's can hold their breaths for quite some time you know) and observe the fish in the lake, and ride thermals with the eagles and hawks. The larger animals tended to give him space. Understandable given his dietary needs. The exception was the raccoons. The small, curious critters (who could make an easy snack for the dragon) seemed willfully ignorant to the danger he posed. Once timid in their investigation, they had taken to hunting him down and bedding atop his warm body in the cooler months - pawing and poking his scales as they climbed up, chittering at one another over prime positions before sleeping soundly between spines and wings. They were an endearing kind, and he could never bring himself to eat one no matter how far from home he roamed. In fact, though he would take with respect and appreciation a meal of animal with some regularity, he was in truth an omnivore, a highly developed creature with a system that excelled at drawing nutrition from almost any source. And thus he dined more often than not on not his neighbors, but the bounty of natural resources around him. This didn't stop the humans of course, as they moved into his world, from passing to one another tales of sharp teeth, retched claws, and dripping fangs. Mind you, he did have a cousin (distant cousin that is) who could be the poster child for those tales. But most dragons actually preferred a simple life - resting, dining, and finding small joys in the day to day. It was only the truly desperate dragon who attempted to pluck a human from the herd. Most avoided them, knowing the stories of their clever weapons and fearsome wrath. This is why, of course, this dragon met his new neighbors with an abundance of caution. For the first few weeks he reoriented his flight paths around the rising town, save the odd day where the fog or heavy clouds gave him ample cover. He perched on high mountain outcrops, his excellent eyesight more than powerful enough to allow him to observe this new species as it hammered and dug, lassoed and thatched. They seemed alright enough, staying close to their smartly constructed dens and barriered plots of land.

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