Fleta Finished

[kavyrie]

NAME & AGE:

Fleta (meaning: Swift) 267 years old (Adult)

ORIGINS:

Fleta was hatched high in the mountains 267 years ago and was raised by her two parents as most Snow Wraiths are. She stayed within her parents territory for a long time, she was almost 100 by the time she decided to find a territory for her own. Life was peaceful for her, except for the occasional wandering male looking for a female to court or wanting her territory. But one day her world was flipped upside down. One day a strange hairless creature appeared outside her den. She was fascinated by him, but also angered at being approached. She chased him off, only to find he had come back the next day. For almost a month the human came to her every day, and each time she chased him off. Slowly she allowed him to get closer, or would hide over a ledge and watch him before chasing him away yet again.

It wasn't long before her patience wore thin with the tiny creature, finally confronting him face to face. She charged him like she would everyday with a loud bellow, but instead of running as he usually did, he stayed. She stopped just inches before slamming into him, huffing and growling in his face. It was then that he reached out and touched her, resting his palm on her nose. She didn't move, frozen in the moment. Her eyes watched his, feeling something stir inside her like never before.

After that first touch Fleta felt different about the human, feeling that he was either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid. Whatever he was, she tolerated him much more then she did before. It wasn't long before she actually began to enjoy his company. She began to wonder about where he came from, so one night after he left, she followed him from her mountain and to the village of Berk. She soon abandoned her territory to live by the side of her human. She watched over her viking as he grew and fought, always by his side as his trusting companion.

Almost 60 years had past as she lived out her life in Berk, watching as he grew up, fell in love, started a family and grew old himself. Death visited the old viking in the night, leaving Fleta, now in her late 100's stricken with grief. She left Berk the next day, taking back her old territory. The dragon felt hate for the first time. Hate that she was abandoned by her partner because humans didn't live as long as dragons. For many years she kept to herself, chasing away any intruding humans and being sure they wouldn't return. After many years she started to be spotted in the forests around Berk, watching the humans and their dragon companions from afar. She still watches to this day, waiting for someone just as stubborn as her viking had been almost 100 years ago to warm her cold and broken heart.

GENDER:

Female

BREED & STANDING:

Wild Snow Wraith. Tamable.

LIKES:

• Quiet places
  
• Having her stomach or behind her ears scratched
  
• Watching rocks dissolve
  
• Sleeping
  
• Wrestling
  
• Shiny things

DISLIKES:

• Loud noises
  
• Extreme heat/fire
  
• Fish
  
• Getting wet (That fur takes a long time to dry)

POSITIVE TRAITS:

• Laid back
  
• Good listener
  
• Usually kind unless threatened
  
• Stealthy

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

• Stubborn
  
• Untrusting of humans
  
• Occasionally drools acid
  
• Overheats fairly easily

FEARS:

• Loosing the ones she loves
  
• Death
  
• Accidentally dissolving the things she likes (happens a lot)
  
• Being abandoned

OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Fleta is a very laid back and easy going dragon, as long as things go her way. She has the potential to be very stubborn and hotheaded though, and isn't afraid to spit when bothered. She is untrusting of new people, and will sometimes disappear without a trace until she is forgotten to avoid being hurt.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Fleta is larger than a typical female Snow Wraith, her shoulder reaching 78 inches, or 6 1/2 feet, and 2000 pounds. Her fur is a creamy white, ears are black, her eyes are blue. Her tail fades to a darker blue-gray color. Her scales are black and tinted with a bit of blue, and their iridescent shine is purple. Her claws and teeth are jet black.

ABILITIES:

Acid Bite and Extreme stamina.

KEYWORD HIDDEN IN THE RULES:

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OOC NAME TO CALL YOU:

Kendie

RP EXAMPLE:

Fleta watched from her selected perch, a light rumble sounding from her chest. It had been several days since her last kill, and it was about to become a very bad day for the unsuspecting terrible terror having a snack below. She hunched up and sprang out of her hiding spot, barely missing the tiny dragon. Her feet kicked up rocks and dirt as she snapped at the air, the tiny dragon getting out of her reach before she could grab it. She landed hard on her front paws and snarled at the little beast as it flew off, cursing her breed's lack of wings.

The big female huffed and shrugged her shoulders, knowing there was no use in being upset over a lost meal. She flicked an ear and trotted off, deciding that if she couldn't catch a meal, maybe she could steal one instead. She wandered through the cold forest with her nose high, trying to catch the scent of a possible meal. Her furred feet barely made a sound as she approached Berk, catching the scent of fish. Her lip curled at the scent, oh how she hated those slimy scaly creatures. She continued her circle, finally spotting what she was looking for. Her long black tongue ran over her lips as she began to drool, little drops falling and sizzling as they hit the ground. She took a moment to pick out her desired prey, quickly settling on a close by sheep. She prepared to pounce, only to freeze at the feeling of something larger breathing on her neck. "Well shit..."

[REDKITEBAIT]

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