((Awesome, thanks guys!! I'll do Avalon cause Ivy looks cool haha. I hope this doesn't get confusing so I'll just stick w/ Ceral and add people in if need be!))
Role: Dragon
Name: Ceral
Gender: Male
Seeder/Carrier/Both (if dragon): Carrier
Gestation time: 7 1/2 months
Description: Ceral is akin to a cave-dwelling dragon; his scales are a dark purple color, almost black if in the right light. His wings are average sized, but aren't meant for flying. Rather, they help him in the deepest of caves, assisting in maneuvering in the underground water pools faster, sort of like a missile. He's very quick and agile, and actually could be compared to some kind of water dragon really. His kind isn't rare in the sense that there aren't many of them, but they are difficult to dig up as they're almost always swimming around in caves underground. His human form is similarly slender, and he sports short, curly black hair and piercing blue eyes. He stands at about 5'6" or so, not particularly tall but not super short either. He was only just recently found by his 'master', although he definitely doesn't call them by that title, and he's pretty much set on getting vengeance somehow and slithering back to his cave. He's fiery and smug and isn't afraid to put up a fight basically.
Clutches: 0
Currently Pregnant: No
Enclosure: Avalon
Ceral didn't think he could stand being in these habitats much longer. It was nothing like home. He missed the dark dampness of his caves, and chasing after the glowy cave fish that had become a routine chore. It felt unusual to have things handed to him, and it was even more unusual knowing why he was here. Despite his role when it came to being a carrier, he certainly wasn't the kind submissive type to sit down and take it, and he could just imagine the look on his so called 'master's' face when he came back out, beaming and proud, and probably ready to tear into a few people here and there. For now, he simply tried to bask in what was given to him, because it wasn't every day that you got stuff handed to you on a silver platter. That being said, the... staff here, was not his type (but was anyone?) but he supposed he could deal for the time being. Maybe if he waited it out long enough, his master or whatever would just get tired of him and send him back out. Ceral thought there were more than enough cave dragons around, did they need more?
Ceral had opted for eyeing a few of the other dragons in the enclosure, sitting back in one of the usually uninhabited corners of Avalon and watching. He probably wasn't turning any heads when it came to people looking to buy, but that didn't matter to him. He wasn't their plaything, so he really couldn't give a shit about what they thought. Ceral's gaze flickered briefly over to a female, observing her warily as he moved to stand. He didn't necessarily enjoy when people got too close, he still couldn't trust everyone here, but she didn't look too bad... and maybe it would be in his favor to know a face or two around this place while he was stuck here.
Role: Dragon
Name: Ceral
Gender: Male
Seeder/Carrier/Both (if dragon): Carrier
Gestation time: 7 1/2 months
Description: Ceral is akin to a cave-dwelling dragon; his scales are a dark purple color, almost black if in the right light. His wings are average sized, but aren't meant for flying. Rather, they help him in the deepest of caves, assisting in maneuvering in the underground water pools faster, sort of like a missile. He's very quick and agile, and actually could be compared to some kind of water dragon really. His kind isn't rare in the sense that there aren't many of them, but they are difficult to dig up as they're almost always swimming around in caves underground. His human form is similarly slender, and he sports short, curly black hair and piercing blue eyes. He stands at about 5'6" or so, not particularly tall but not super short either. He was only just recently found by his 'master', although he definitely doesn't call them by that title, and he's pretty much set on getting vengeance somehow and slithering back to his cave. He's fiery and smug and isn't afraid to put up a fight basically.
Clutches: 0
Currently Pregnant: No
Enclosure: Avalon
Ceral didn't think he could stand being in these habitats much longer. It was nothing like home. He missed the dark dampness of his caves, and chasing after the glowy cave fish that had become a routine chore. It felt unusual to have things handed to him, and it was even more unusual knowing why he was here. Despite his role when it came to being a carrier, he certainly wasn't the kind submissive type to sit down and take it, and he could just imagine the look on his so called 'master's' face when he came back out, beaming and proud, and probably ready to tear into a few people here and there. For now, he simply tried to bask in what was given to him, because it wasn't every day that you got stuff handed to you on a silver platter. That being said, the... staff here, was not his type (but was anyone?) but he supposed he could deal for the time being. Maybe if he waited it out long enough, his master or whatever would just get tired of him and send him back out. Ceral thought there were more than enough cave dragons around, did they need more?
Ceral had opted for eyeing a few of the other dragons in the enclosure, sitting back in one of the usually uninhabited corners of Avalon and watching. He probably wasn't turning any heads when it came to people looking to buy, but that didn't matter to him. He wasn't their plaything, so he really couldn't give a shit about what they thought. Ceral's gaze flickered briefly over to a female, observing her warily as he moved to stand. He didn't necessarily enjoy when people got too close, he still couldn't trust everyone here, but she didn't look too bad... and maybe it would be in his favor to know a face or two around this place while he was stuck here.