Faran
(#32460099)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Winter Wolf
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.42 m
Wingspan
6.16 m
Weight
841.11 kg
Genetics
White
Poison
Poison
Sanguine
Hex
Hex
Black
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
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T H E M E - Operations Meet and make the deal. F A M I L Y -
- Mate - Aerris  F A M I L I A R - 
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A R T All art is clickable and links back to their creators C O L I S E U M
STATISTICS:
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"The deal stands. Don't make me kill you."
~~ Continued From Aerris’ Page ~~ Faran shook his head again, how could Mad Macky think he’d be fooled by a magicked Ridgeback scale? It was obviously not a Windsinger scale at all! Faran couldn’t use it, though he did hint at a disreputable buyer who might be able to help make the scam work better than Mack, that he would get Mack in touch with, for a small fee. He checked their box on the way home, grabbing a single message addressed to his mate. He handed the message to Aerris, who gave him a big smile and a quick kiss. “And what did you do today while I wasted my time with Mack?” He handed her a delicate piece of chocolate he’d swiped at a market stand. Aerris studied the chocolate and set it aside for later. Right now she seemed all business. “You have a scheduled grab and drop in an hour for that Snowfall Robe. Don’t be late. Benny seems nervous.” “Benny is always nervous. I can handle him easy with one of the chef’s blueberry scones and he will calm right down. Anything special I need to know?” Faran grabbed a scone off the platter on the table and wrapped it in a napkin. Maybe Benny wouldn’t get the scone, Faran started drooling a bit at the smell. He could get good treasure at the Black Market for them, too. Shady characters get hungry, too. “Here’s the payment for Benny,” Aerris handed him a satchel, “Meet him at the usual corner. Buyer will be along 15 minutes after. Code word is ‘Black Hat and Tails’ again. I couldn’t think of anything better, sorry.” Faran, squatted down in front of her and laid a tender hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, love. You laid out everything and set it up, no one is judging your codes!” He pulled a small bag out and laid it in her claw. “Look what I found today.” Aerris looked startled, and opened the bag, dumping its contents out on the table. Out rolled a ring with a deep red stone. “A Ruby? Faran it’s beautiful!” Faran swept it up and put it on her claw. “You could use something shiny and pretty just for you. Truth is, I used some of the fake gems we got tricked with last week. But it was to some fae scummer who was passing through, don’t worry! He’ll be long gone from this area when he figures it out, if he ever does. We wouldn't have, if Mack had not passed along the rumor of fake gems being spread at market and we had ours checked by a legit jeweler.” “You take so many chances, Faran, and on something just for me? If that scummer figures it out--” “It’s fine, The scummer had no respect for local underground prices. Tried to gouge me on a simple ruby ring. He has a lot to learn about the shady market rules!” Faran stood up and settled the satchel on his shoulder. “Be home soon!” Faran casually lounged against a tree, munching some nuts, scanning the area constantly, but not looking out of place. It was a nice day, and the black market was alive and well in the open park area, though this time he wasn’t here for the shady market that operated right below the authority’s snouts. He was here for a simple exchange; buy from their contact and sell to the customer, one Snowfall Robe. There were a few other dragons passing by, running their own errands and deals. He nodded to some. They didn’t stop to chat, just nodded back. Black Marketeers like Faran had an unspoken rule that you don’t chat with someone who seems to be waiting for someone else. This spot was perfect for Faran, and he’d fought for the right to claim it. He had blood on his knife to make that happen, but the single protester wasn’t dead, just moved along to a different spot. He didn’t tell Aerris as she would worry and get sick over it, but they had needed a spot that she could easily describe to customers and helped put customers at ease - so they would come back. He spotted Benny as the mirror slunk along the stone wall, and pulled up short at the lantern post. Faran walked three steps to sit on the bench nearby. “Benny, I am not wearing a black hat and tails,” Faran gave the code words that confirmed he was the buyer and that all was well. “It’s just me, Benny. You have the merchandise?” “No names! Black hat and tails, just black hat and tails! Just give me payment and let me get out of here!” Faran handed a bag to Benny, who opened it and stared inside, muttering numbers to himself as he counted the coinage. Then Benny nodded and shoved the bag in his own satchel and tossed a backpack to Faran who also checked the contents without taking anything out of the pack. Faran stood and slung the pack over his shoulder. “Done and done, my friend. Thanks.” Benny bobbed his head and walked off. Faran stood back up by the tree so he could see the area better and watched for the client, the merchandise in the pack across his shoulder. A few more nods from his fellow marketeers as the minutes rolled by, but soon all heads turned in the direction of an out-of-control nervous spiral. It wiggled it’s way to the bench and sat down as his head whipped around and stared at everyone with wide worried eyes. Faran shook his head and stepped over to the bench. Newbies were always nervous. “Oh! I forgot….my black hat! My Tail!” he shouted, whipping around to face Faran. Faran noticed others turn away with smirks on their faces. “And I forgot my black hat and tails. Please sit and relax. It’s nice to meet you. You’re terrible at this, you know?” “I know, but it’s my wedding gift to my mate, and it’s gotta be perfect, you know?” Faran glanced around as the exchange was made and noticed a small fae hovering nearby. It wasn’t good manners at all, and he could not get a good look at the fae, he was too far in the shadows. He stayed alert and quick checked the money. It seemed all there. The client was nose into the bag. “We good, friend?” Faran said as the seconds ticked by. The spiral popped his head up. “Oh! Yes. Thank you! Ummm, now what?” “Go home, get married, joy to you and your mate.” Faran was swinging the bag of coins up over his shoulder when the Fae darted over to his customer and snatched the backpack from his twitchy fingers. Faran pulled out his blade, shoved the customer aside as he quickly sprinted towards the Fae and caught it by the tail. With a slash of his knife, Faran severed the strap and caught the pack in his claw as the Fae turned towards him, knife swinging. Minutes later, Faran helped the customer snap out of their panic and wished them a merry wedding. As Faran walked home, he checked to make sure he wasn't followed. He gave his wife Aerris a quick kiss, hoping she would not notice the new nicks and cuts. “Faran! You are bleeding! What happened!” “All is well, love. My knife skills are still the best in the land. Some folks just don't believe me and have to test me once in awhile. Here’s our money, now what can I find for you to make your day shine brighter tomorrow?” “You cannot distract me with baubles and shinies, Faran.” “I can try, Aerris, I can try!”
~~ The End of Aerris' and Faran's Story ~~
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E X T R A
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- Notes -
Bought Runes - 4/30/17
Poison and Hex gifted by @AntiFerret - 4/30/17
- Comments -
That couple though. Dang, that primary gives them a spectral vibe and their wings call out, upping their intimidation factor quite much. I love Runes and highly approve of their tert. They make such good spectral hatchies. Definitely worth keeping those their kiddos!
- Headcanons -
Black market boy. Those silks and jewels are genuine and not legally obtained. -VoxxVoleur
Anything for Aerris. Silks and rubies and wonderful gadgets. Aerris is his anchor.
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C R E D I T S __________ Coding Template, Honor by the Sword by Merethic Coding Template has been modified by VoxxVoleur (Template allows modificaiton) Further customized by @Paintminion Bio Story by @Paintminion All of the beautiful art is clickable and links back to their creators! DYO Adoptable base by @Lichtdrache found here. Adoptable colored by @Paintminion Shelf/Drawer (c)FR cutout by moons-fr:tumblr found here. Shrunk size to fit. Pocket Watch recolor item by nameddame:tumblr found here. Recolored knife by @Starkindler found here. Statistics graphics by @Mibella found here. Secondary Claw Rune by @Luciellia(#21094) found here. Vertical banner by @chocoapple found here. |
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