((I sent you a PM to address all of that, Lab! :D))
Role: Dragon
Name: Demus
Gender: Male
Seeder/Carrier/Both (if dragon): I'm going to make him both, due it being one of the traits of his breed.... But definitely more prevalent as a seeder. Only carries if he absolutely has to.
Description: Demus is a prairie dragon, which means he's meant for speed, and for digging. Rushing over open plains and burrowing tunnels underground are his specialties. He wasn't born in captivity, and was actually hunted down by a dragon poacher when he was younger, which is illegal. He was seized by the Dragon Breeding Facility, since his kind is highly endangered. So far he's been living in Hundurian, (Probably for a few years. He's still considered to be a young dragon) but due to some issues with that habitat, he's being moved to Avalon. He's a bit of a chore for the humans to get along with, and with other dragons, he's definitely a little cocky, flashy, whatever the correct word is. In his dragon form, he's a lithe, muscled thing, with long legs, long claws, a long (but sturdy neck) and long muzzle as well. He's meant for running, not flying, so in turn born without wings, like all Prairie dragons are. He can leap incredibly high though. His scales range for a beige color to a deep tannish gold. His back and neck are ridged with blonde sandy fur (Sort of like an eastern dragon) and his tail ends in a tuft, he has a set of small horns (Because horns are the bomb) but they're not long and elegant like Nym's, more like a mountain goat's. In his human form, he's still muscular, but not overly huge. He has green eyes, a dusting of freckles, and shaggy (Not past his shoulder though) sandy/honey blond hair. He tends to keep a dusting of gold scales visible over his arms and legs.
Enclosure(if dragon): Avalon
Gestation (If he ever got pregnant): Around 7 months.
Clutches: None birthed from himself, he's bred two before though.
"Well, this place looks like a regular dump, doesn't it?..." Demus gave a lazy smirk to the handler beside him, the man looked pretty much scared out of his mind, probably due to the fact that Demus had be "threatening" to snap his arm off the entire ride... Not that he was actually going to do anything to hurt him... He wasn't even in dragon form at the moment. Avalon was finally coming into view. He could see the tops of trees over the walls and the shimmering flight barrier.
"You shut up, you should feel lucky we pulling you out the 'dump' you were in before..." Another one of the men snapped a Demus, obviously getting tired of the dragon's attitude.
"Ah you're right, the Hundrian glades are pretty awful." Demus flashed a grin. He had actually quite liked that enclosure. "I'm just so thrilled to be coming to Avalon, another walled 'paradise', what's this one supposed to be, a forest?"
"It's supposed to be one that you can't escape from...." The second man said gruffly. "Now shut up."
"Ohohooo." Demus smirked. "Someone's getting cranky..." He was a little disheartened about being put in Avalon. Being a prairie dragon, Demus was quite the burrower, and Hundurian's walls didn't seem to go deep enough to keep him in. He'd almost escaped twice... Until they had basically gone into hyper drive keeping an eye on him. He'd been an isolation room for a while too. This was first glimpse of real sunlight he'd seen in ages... He was grateful for that, even if Avalon was supposed to be a stronghold with walls that went impossibly deep underground... He just hoped the ground was soft enough for some burrowing.
The rest of the ride wasn't long, and Demus decided to comply calmly as he was led up to the gate. Being stuck in some white walled room again wasn't what he wanted. It didn't take the men more than a couple minutes to thrust him inside and lock the gate behind him.
"Hey!" Demus whipped around and glared. "You didn't untie me."
"Augh." One of the crewmen sighed exasperatedly. "Come back then."
Demus complied and trotted back to the gate, reaching his arms up to the slatted opening. The man then moved to slice his cords off, and Demus smiled a bit. He was glad to finally be able to stretch his arms again. He didn't even give the man a thank you before turning back around to venture off into the enclosure. He was already smelling quite the array of different scents... Seeders... Carriers... Definitely the scent of carriers in heat. That was quite interesting....
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Like Nym had promised, he didn't sleep for long... But it wasn't that he didn't want to, is was that he couldn't. He was becoming uncomfortably warm... Hot even, and the nesting cave as becoming stuffy. He blinked his eyes open and tried to sit up, finding that it made his head rush. He glanced to see if Ky was still around... He was. Nym was practically plastered against him, and it made his heart leap in his throat. He felt... Strange. More strange about being that close to Ky than usual.
"I need water-" Nym's voice cracked as he spoke up, and he wasn't sure if Ky could hear him, but he didn't care. He needed out of this cave for a moment. He needed to cool off... He didn't know if it was being inside for longer than yesterday that was making him feverish, but he hoped that the pond outside would offer him some relief.
Role: Dragon
Name: Demus
Gender: Male
Seeder/Carrier/Both (if dragon): I'm going to make him both, due it being one of the traits of his breed.... But definitely more prevalent as a seeder. Only carries if he absolutely has to.
Description: Demus is a prairie dragon, which means he's meant for speed, and for digging. Rushing over open plains and burrowing tunnels underground are his specialties. He wasn't born in captivity, and was actually hunted down by a dragon poacher when he was younger, which is illegal. He was seized by the Dragon Breeding Facility, since his kind is highly endangered. So far he's been living in Hundurian, (Probably for a few years. He's still considered to be a young dragon) but due to some issues with that habitat, he's being moved to Avalon. He's a bit of a chore for the humans to get along with, and with other dragons, he's definitely a little cocky, flashy, whatever the correct word is. In his dragon form, he's a lithe, muscled thing, with long legs, long claws, a long (but sturdy neck) and long muzzle as well. He's meant for running, not flying, so in turn born without wings, like all Prairie dragons are. He can leap incredibly high though. His scales range for a beige color to a deep tannish gold. His back and neck are ridged with blonde sandy fur (Sort of like an eastern dragon) and his tail ends in a tuft, he has a set of small horns (Because horns are the bomb) but they're not long and elegant like Nym's, more like a mountain goat's. In his human form, he's still muscular, but not overly huge. He has green eyes, a dusting of freckles, and shaggy (Not past his shoulder though) sandy/honey blond hair. He tends to keep a dusting of gold scales visible over his arms and legs.
Enclosure(if dragon): Avalon
Gestation (If he ever got pregnant): Around 7 months.
Clutches: None birthed from himself, he's bred two before though.
"Well, this place looks like a regular dump, doesn't it?..." Demus gave a lazy smirk to the handler beside him, the man looked pretty much scared out of his mind, probably due to the fact that Demus had be "threatening" to snap his arm off the entire ride... Not that he was actually going to do anything to hurt him... He wasn't even in dragon form at the moment. Avalon was finally coming into view. He could see the tops of trees over the walls and the shimmering flight barrier.
"You shut up, you should feel lucky we pulling you out the 'dump' you were in before..." Another one of the men snapped a Demus, obviously getting tired of the dragon's attitude.
"Ah you're right, the Hundrian glades are pretty awful." Demus flashed a grin. He had actually quite liked that enclosure. "I'm just so thrilled to be coming to Avalon, another walled 'paradise', what's this one supposed to be, a forest?"
"It's supposed to be one that you can't escape from...." The second man said gruffly. "Now shut up."
"Ohohooo." Demus smirked. "Someone's getting cranky..." He was a little disheartened about being put in Avalon. Being a prairie dragon, Demus was quite the burrower, and Hundurian's walls didn't seem to go deep enough to keep him in. He'd almost escaped twice... Until they had basically gone into hyper drive keeping an eye on him. He'd been an isolation room for a while too. This was first glimpse of real sunlight he'd seen in ages... He was grateful for that, even if Avalon was supposed to be a stronghold with walls that went impossibly deep underground... He just hoped the ground was soft enough for some burrowing.
The rest of the ride wasn't long, and Demus decided to comply calmly as he was led up to the gate. Being stuck in some white walled room again wasn't what he wanted. It didn't take the men more than a couple minutes to thrust him inside and lock the gate behind him.
"Hey!" Demus whipped around and glared. "You didn't untie me."
"Augh." One of the crewmen sighed exasperatedly. "Come back then."
Demus complied and trotted back to the gate, reaching his arms up to the slatted opening. The man then moved to slice his cords off, and Demus smiled a bit. He was glad to finally be able to stretch his arms again. He didn't even give the man a thank you before turning back around to venture off into the enclosure. He was already smelling quite the array of different scents... Seeders... Carriers... Definitely the scent of carriers in heat. That was quite interesting....
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Like Nym had promised, he didn't sleep for long... But it wasn't that he didn't want to, is was that he couldn't. He was becoming uncomfortably warm... Hot even, and the nesting cave as becoming stuffy. He blinked his eyes open and tried to sit up, finding that it made his head rush. He glanced to see if Ky was still around... He was. Nym was practically plastered against him, and it made his heart leap in his throat. He felt... Strange. More strange about being that close to Ky than usual.
"I need water-" Nym's voice cracked as he spoke up, and he wasn't sure if Ky could hear him, but he didn't care. He needed out of this cave for a moment. He needed to cool off... He didn't know if it was being inside for longer than yesterday that was making him feverish, but he hoped that the pond outside would offer him some relief.