Richemanus
(#42427254)
Level 1 Tundra
Familiar
Silky Fanrat
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.05 m
Wingspan
2.73 m
Weight
335.1 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
White
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
Wandering Prince "Money isn’t the most important thing.. Love is. " DETAILS NICKNAME; Richie GENDER; Male PRONOUNS; He/Him ORIENTATIONS; Gay ALIGNMENT; Lawful Good RELATIONS Rainulfus ; Mate
ART
Gay Pride by bioluminosity Headshot by ARPL Windy Tun Adopt by StayingBehind |
“What are you reading, Richemanus?” Richie’s first instinct was to hide the book, but by now he knew better than that. He forced himself to hand the book to his father, who plucked it away and gave it a disdainful glare. “Another fantasy. Shameful, frivolous material — I raised you better than that, boy.” Richie couldn’t help cringing. It might have been better if he hadn’t been alone — if he had siblings or close friends to aid him, perhaps. But he was an only child, and his father was determined to raise him without any “debilitating” influences. To make him into a worthy heir...a new king. Through guile, persistence, and callousness, Richie’s father had built a financial empire, and a thriving clan had grown around him. Flush with the success of his endeavors, he had declared himself a king. The old dragon wanted his only son to perpetuate the “dynasty” he had founded, to be as cunning, daring, and ruthless as he was. But Richie was none of these things. He was timid by nature, and with his father looming in the background during his lessons, his nervousness intensified. Anxiety made him forget the pointers he’d learned, and he would shrink into a cringing heap, shaking beneath his thick coat of fur. His father looked at him through narrowed red eyes and more than once thought, with deep disgust, “This cringing creature is no son of mine....” There wasn’t any particular incident that finally made the king snap. Rather, it was the years of disappointment and frustration piling atop one another, slowly wearing down his ambition. Richie didn’t see his father for some days; he didn’t know what was going on, but it was a relief to be out from beneath the king’s shadow. Soon enough, the king summoned him again. Richie still remembered the look on his father’s face that day: bored, almost apathetic, as if the prince were a mote of dust swirling past. “Richemanus, I have decided to take a new queen-consort. I will have a new heir.” It seemed to happen in slow motion: Richie saw his father’s mouth forming the words before that booming voice reached his ears. And by the time he heard that last sentence, he knew what would come next— “You are no longer needed here.” And just like that, he was made to leave. Richie was terrified, and he seriously considered begging to be allowed to stay. But his father’s expression perturbed him. Suddenly he understood that he had been given a chance — at what, he didn’t yet know. But anything would be better than remaining in this oppressive palace. There was nothing left for him here....He would take his chances with the rest of the world instead. ~~~~~ Not everybody in the palace despised Richemanus. His tutors and servants even congratulated him on his newfound freedom. They convinced the king to grant him a stipend (“a final kindness to your undeserving son,” they cajoled), and Richie, alone in the open world, quickly determined that he needed protection. He found no shortage of applicants, dragons eager to become guards to a dispossessed — but still wealthy and naive — former prince. Richemanus shrank back from the glares of the hardened warriors; he felt they were judging him as harshly as his father had. He scanned the lineup and the noticed a snowy Tundra. Unlike the other sellswords who swaggered and growled, this dragon remained silent, almost pensive. He returned Richie’s glance with a steady gaze of his own. He was called Rainulfus, and Richie hired him that day. It proved to be a happy choice for both of them — the two Tundras became friends. Their shared experiences helped: Richie learned that Rain, too, had felt lost in his own home. “I hail from a clan of warriors,” Rainulfus explained, “and I always felt the need to leave and find someone to protect instead of staying and training. I could hardly wait to leave — I gave my teachers a hard time.” “Yes...I did that, too,” Richie agreed with a faint smile. He grew worried when the time to renew the contract arrived. If Rainulfus decided to seek another employer, Richie would not be able to stop him. He watched his guard pore over the contract....When Rain signed it, relief flooded him so heavily he felt dizzy. Rainulfus steadied him with a strong paw. “Our new contract,” he said, and as Rain accepted it, something startling happened: Where their paws touched, magic flared, sparkling in complicated runes across their fur. Rain didn’t see it, but Richie did; and he was stunned about what it could mean. He considered it later on. He’d managed to take some books from home, and he flipped through one of them....Was it the same one his father had called a “shameful fantasy”? “Everything I read was a ‘shameful fantasy’ to him,” he realized, smiling ruefully. And there it was: An ancient story about lovers’ runes, magical symbols that appeared when two dragons fell in love. Sparkling faintly at first, and difficult to see, let alone understand — but becoming stronger and brighter as the love bloomed. Only when the two dragons accepted each other as mates would the runes become permanent, as indelible and proudly bared as the two dragons’ devotion to each other. “I saw them on Rain’s wrist, too! So maybe...?” Richie’s heart began to flutter, and it wasn’t the familiar feeling of fear. This was hope — the same hope that’d pushed him out the palace and convinced him to hire Rainulfus. Now it was whispering to him again, telling him to take another step and seize this bright new chance...It would be the bravest thing Richemanus had ever done. But if Rainulfus was willing to take the leap, he decided that he could be, too.... ~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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