The Custom Nuclear Rreign
Age: 4 years, 1 week, 1 day
Born: December 2nd, 2015
Adopted: 4 years, 1 week, 1 day ago
Adopted: December 2nd, 2015
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The air was light and crisp, the calls of owls echoing through the evening as the sun began its downward climb. A large lake, bordered by titanic trees of many types, began to shiver. A shape broke through the surface, swimming over to the bank, after having taken a refreshing dip in the mountain-fed body of water. The addition of a fish snack was always a bonus as well.
Retrieving a large satchel, the individual began his nightly trot down a worn path, gravel crunching under claw as it wound through trees and homes alike.
Matching the greenery of the forest above was the wings and tail of the dragon who meandered through the evening. Bugs buzzed here and there, going about their business as a few larger creatures did likewise. The wooden homes were beginning to be lit up with candles and fires, nobody paying any mind to the shape that strode along the path. He was a usual sight; a mystery to newcomers, but a part of the landscape for anyone having lived there for a time.
If one were to look down on the dragon, you could possibly mistake him for a massive leaf; his wings and tail uniquely branched and veined, bearing the same color as the tree foliage. The only difference was his dark brown scales that covered him from nose to tail, and the lick of tan coloration along his wings and tail fan.To any newcomers, he’d be a mysterious individual in the night. To the locals, he was just addressed as Malekai.
Appearing in the community years ago, the dragon had been a mysterious but helpful addition to the small village, using his large stature and natural strength to assist in varying tasks. That being said, it was clear to many that he could have found work else ware. After all, who would not want a large and attractively colored dragon working for them?
But here Malekai stayed, as the local post-dragon, never being late or missing a day of work.
Striding up the path to a large wooden home, the dragon straightened his satchel before knocking. On seeing it open, and the occupant standing before him, he flashed a brief but toothy grin to the occupant.
“Just one package for you sir.”
The dragon’s tone was soft, but deep enough to easily be heard by all. The satchel on his back was heaved over, the container opened and a package handed to the individual. A quick signature on a waterproof pad, and the dragon was off, meandering down the path that led through the small village, and onto the next house on his route. He was always prompt, courteous, and kind, if not a little soft spoken.
It was a surprise for many, since his visage usually prompted initial worries and fears from many individuals. Should one stay in the spread-out forest community for more than a few weeks, you might catch the local children waist-deep in the lake water, climbing over ‘Mal-Mal the dragon’, as he was known by the youngsters. It was only during times like this when one could catch a genuinely wide smile grace his features, all inhibitions removed by playing with those who hadn’t learned or been taught to fear him. He responded to their nick-names as seriously as one should, when addressed by a child.
Fishing River Rock
Small Bowl of Fishing River Water