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Mohka
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Info
Level 25
Tundra Male
Hatchday
Feb 10, 2019 (8 months)
Stats Growth
Length
3.39M
Wingspan
2.93M
Weight
418.13KG
Genes
PrimarySand Cherub
SecondarySoil Seraph
TertiarySky Basic
Eye TypeShadow Common
Energy: 49 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Lineage
Parents
none
Offspring
none
Familiar
Information
Mohka
• passionte homecook

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He was always known for his love for food- or love for life in general. Perhaps his love for food is what made life seem worth it to him, but Mohka was always passionate about good food, and preparing good food for those he cared for. Without professional training, apprenticeship or even books to teach him about various flavors and what works and DOESN’T work together on a plate, the tundra was quick to gain a reputation among his peers.

Though...the tundra wanted more than just a reputation- he wanted dragons to travel the world just to have a chance to taste his food. He wanted others to get choked up when eating- not because they were….well...choking, but because the warm flavors would remind them of a fond memory, a lost loved one or their greatest achievements and victories.

He wanted his food to bring happiness, but chances of that dream ever coming true without any ‘real’ experience were slim. Mohka may have been passionate, he wasn’t arrogant or stupid and knew he was an ‘amateur’.

A stupidly passionate amateur, but an amateur nonetheless.

Getting said experience was more difficult than imagined though, and the brown tundra faced many, MANY rejections when applying for work. The fluffy dragon grew desperate, praying to whoever listened for a chance to just prove himself.

Ironically, it’s a holy figure that answered his prayers.

Mohka had been on the road for what felt like ages, when he encountered a white tundra with golden wings. The lighter dragon had an air of divinity to himself, and spoke with a tone of confidence and calm, asking if he could dine with the other. Mohka, who was in the process of cooking up his final rations, agreed, but warned the other there may not be enough to be left feeling full, though the other just shrugged it off, telling him it wouldn’t matter.

Unbeknownst to Mohka, that night he was eating with a Saint- Saint Auxentrius to be exact. The holy figure had just returned from a rather bloody battle (which he had enjoyed immensely), and was subtly looking for dragons who could join the clan he had aided- they fought bravely and with honor, not something that was common nowadays. Surely, they deserved some help?

...though it looked like this brown-furred fellow could also use some…

After the meal, the light-colored dragon loudly praised Mohka’s cooking, stating it was a shame he didn’t WORK as a chef. The brown tundra shrugged, and told the other it had to do with his lack of actual experience, but that he’d love to actually become a chef. The saintly dragon let out a gasp, and got a map from somewhere in his robes. He told the other about a clan of warriors, who had recently won a bloody battle for their freedom. They were weakened, but not even close to disbanding, though they’d need help. One of the things they so desperately needed, was someone who had knowledge about food.

The more Mohka heard, the more he felt that perhaps… he could work there, earn some experience and maybe even open a restaurant in the clan’s territory, if the leader allowed it. Auxentrius sure made whoever was in charge sound like a fair man- even if he had only seen the other in battle.

When morning came, the two dragons parted ways, and Mohka was determined to find this new clan, and become one of it’s cooks.

The journey was relatively uneventful, and while he did make a new friend (A dark-colored tundra named ‘Grim’), it felt as if things were genuinely looking like they had improved.

It took a few weeks to find the clan, and when the two arrived they met with a dragon who was apparently the leader, though he himself claimed to be a simple healer, waiting for the true leader to return. He had no issue letting the two dragons stay, and was ecstatic to learn Mohka was willing to help prepare food- even more so when the healer had a taste of it. It wasn’t long before the brown tundra was in charge of food- and the general morale improved as a result of it.

Currently, Mohka is just glad to be able to finally be passionate about what he does for a living, and has already started plans to build his own restaurant, close to the main lair of the clan. Both the strange dragon that dined with him on that night and the clan’s healer will be allowed to eat there for free for the rest of their lives once it has been build!

 
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