Zephyr the Tianlu
The Hydrus Irion
Age: 5 years, 6 months, 3 weeks
Born: December 10th, 2014
Adopted: 5 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 10th, 2014
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Your journey will end here unless you have molten skin or the ability to fly. Hauk has both.
He struts the cracked earth that borders Magma Ring, taking no notice of the cracks that allow lava to boil over the hard-baked stone ground. The molten liquid is a gentle tickle that warms him from the bottoms of his feet to the tips of his wings. He finds delight in a magma pool that bubbled up through a particularly thick crack. He flings himself on his back, rolling with the carefree joy of a dog in thick grass. Delicious warmth is paired with the beauty of fiery light that highlights every line of his feathers.
A cluster of ash sprites tumble out of a crack in nearby Fyrez Canyon, hissing their excitement as they dart in and out of the pool, narrowly avoiding the sharp edges of Hauk's feathers. It is an intricate dance enjoyed by all players, one that requires precision and quick reflexes. Despite his fierce appearance, Hauk would never do harm to these little creatures. They feast on the volcanic dust that never ceases to fall from Mount Vulcana, the active volcano at Volkan's center that never sleeps.
A series of trills and clicks brings the ash sprites tumbling back to the cave from which they emerged. Their protector is Glym the Dragon, a magnificent creature who guards the gemstones and sings the songs that guide plants in the volcanic soil above to the light. Her golden scales glow for a moment as the sprites tumble over her lithe body. She exchanges nods with Hauk as her charges take their places on her back. It is time for the daily shining of the gems and there is no creature that can detect tiny dust particles on their surfaces like an ash sprite.
Hauk stretches and shakes away the clinging drops as his belly tells him it is time to hunt. There are plenty of creatures in Volkan's rock column forest that would provide a suitable meal but one can grow tired of native food. Since the day he stumbled upon the tunnel to the upper world and managed to catch his first vole, he has developed a taste for land creatures that is hard to ignore for long.
He must keep his wings tucked close to his body in order to make it through the narrow tunnel. He mutters to himself as he emerges in a grove of trees that are the golden shade of Glym's eyes. Hauk dislikes the change of seasons, especially this one. It is a warning that winter approaches.
He made the mistake of venturing into the upper world in winter just once and it was horrible. The biting winds and bitter cold sapped his energy while the icy white powder coating the ground made finding any prey impossible. He had never really thought about death until that moment. As the heat in his core began to leave his body, he was forced to face the fact that great predators face the same end as the weaker animals they hunt. It was not a lesson he cared for.
He flaps his wings a few times, getting a feel for the atmosphere. There is no biting wind the freeze his wings and the sun, though far away, offers some warmth. He launches himself into the sky, sharp eyes scanning the changing trees for a sign of a tasty morsel.
The rabbit's mind is also on winter. It is one of the fortunate ones that managed to get fat on clover and sweetgrass but it will not sacrifice an ounce of winter fat when there is still good plant life to be nibbled. Hauk drops at such a speed that the rabbit never has a chance to see its death descending.
His prize holds enough meat to satisfy even his large appetite. He is on his way back to the tunnel when his eye is caught by sunlight bouncing from the surface of something cylindrical and shiny.
The empty beer bottle is shaped from green glass, a cheap imitation of the finer drinks on the market. The man who discarded it is currently lying in a field five miles away, still sleeping off the effects of having consumed two full bottles. Hauk wrinkles his nose at the drops of disgusting liquid within, rolling the bottle through the dying grass until it is totally empty. Carrying his food and his prize proves tricky but not impossible. He is very glad there are no creatures to witness his return to Volkan as he is far from graceful.
It does not take him long to eat though he must pause now and then to warn away the terra-jackals that would love to have a taste. He flicks the innards their way when he's had his fill. If there is one thing Hauk will not allow to pass beyond his beak, it is green things of any kind. How creatures can stand the taste of plants he will never understand. Those bones he cannot chew he leaves at the entrance to Glym's cave. She is fully capable of hunting for herself but always appreciates a morsel of something new. It is wise to stay on the good side of a dragon, even an even-tempered one like Glym.
The bottle goes with him into his personal cave. Stone shelves brim with the thousands of glass objects he has collected in life. They range from the marbles little children lost in the grass to a large porcelain vase a thief tried to conceal in the forest. Hauk has no idea that these items are worthless in the human world. To him, they are a greater treasure than all the gemstones Eternity Cavern can offer.
Overlay by User not found: anastasia
Profile & Coding by Shantal
Story by Pureflower
Night Blossom Suncatcher
Cherry Blossom Suncatcher
Core of the Island
Red Orange Piece of Rippled Stained Glass
Glowing Hydrus Sea Glass
Glass Bottle Terrarium
Overgrown Stained Glass
Stained Glass Marbles
Filled Glass Vase
Clear Glass Handled Flask
Purple Glass Beads
Green Glass Beads
Red Glass Beads
Pink Glass Beads
Yellow Glass Beads
Orange Glass Candy Ornament
Magma Tear Crystal
Volcanic Lavana Ember Tea