Throdio

"Judas, be nice to your little brother!" He heard one say. "Someday he may just whip your rawhide." As the little tyke rolled over on his side with a curious 'auh' the first image he saw was of a very fluffy dragon, his own father of the Tundra breed, but at the time he knew him as his protector.
"Oh stop Coma, the boy needs to learn how to fend for himself, that's how I was raised!" said the other who stood next to his sister.
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Growing up, Throdio named for the thrill of adventure, knew something was off about his father, his loving protector as his sister, while he was out doing his fatherly job--a goofball by nature hunting was an all day process--would often sneak up behind and push, trip and spook him until he was fed up enough to try and fight back. The harsh losses ended when mother and father came home, but mainly father who had no other Tundra of his own, yet still he tried his best to teach his children the ways of the Tundra breed to no avail; his mate Weaver, bless her heart, found Comatose's inability to be serious though somewhat a tragedy but gave her moments of laughter during the hunt. seeing him try made her worry but they had one thing in common and that was to keep with the very nature of the family way.

One day it came to be when Judas pushed too hard and Comatose's soft fragile love seemed to echo upon the Mirror offspring, Weaver was furious that he couldn't keep up with his sister and even more so disappointed with Comatose who sadly knew in such a way that he must've done some but of wrong so one night he took his son aside for a flight to the rim of the Scarred Wasteland and gave the boy some wisdom.
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"I'm a dork by nature and it's what keeps me going, your mother loves this part of me, our constant nagging may seem brutal but at night, when the moon comes out and we fly we tend to forget those little mishaps, tonight I bring you along because I want to tell you something..." Comatose lifted his wing and dragged his son close to him giving him advice. "Keep your passion, your mother may not believe in weakness but she believes in love and she wants you to be strong, so you must be strong, show your heartless spirit in the battles you fight, but keep your heat equal and just as strong when knowing who and what you are protecting. Practice makes for perfection."
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And so it was from that night on, when Comatose and Weaver left for the hunt that Throdio learned to take the beating, with his sharp eyes he studied his sister's movements and learned her ways of the fight taking them to greater lengths until the day when his mother recognized that he had become far more powerful than the rest of his siblings, it was his own father who sought to take his abilities to the next level and thus created the ROYAL HIGH RISER GUARD, Dragons who showed infinite ability of both beauty and strength hidden within themselves he wished only to expose them and for that the Plague Mother blessed Comatose with his own daughter, a Tundra girl which he called Jade.