Opium

Bonded to: Green Male Mutt Druith, Darkling Dawn Holiday giveaway 09

Age: young adult (born year 170) Sex: male
Soul Name: Known By:
Mate Status/Sex Preference: single/looking
Children: none yet
Parents/Relatives: Father Summerrain, mother Springflower
Height: 4'2" Build: smoothly built, clearly strong, barrel chested
Hair Color, Length, Style: dark blond, to shoulders and slightly kinked
Eye Color, Size, Shape: grey-green metallic, smallish
Skin Tone: darkly tanned/brown
Voice Quality: rough, but deep
Clothing -- Summer: long cloth tunic in deep green, loincloth, arm bands and small shoes
Clothing -- Winter: adds taller fur boots and leggings in violet
Jewlery Worn, Made: sashes, one or two rings and earrings
Tatoos/Markings/Scars: none
Pets/Animals Kept: none, but likes birds
Notable Posessions: weaponry
Holt Function: protector and plant shaper
Magic? How Powerful? Sending 8/10, Magic Feeling 2/10, Plant Shape (mostly spores/piosons) 6/10, Windshape/TK 6/10
Climate/Locations Preferred: summer and autumn, when things ripen and spore, hilly and soft ground where mushrooms and such like to grow, damp places
General Likes: messing with people's minds via hallucionatory spores, storytelling
General Dislikes: being under the influence of someone else's toxins/magic, getting ill
Fears/Worries: that his shaping isn't good enough to make much for the Holt (it is)
Special Strange Info: though he is quite adept at shaping and enjoys that work, he really enjoys hunting and supplies toxins for hunting darts
Basic Personality: slightly obsessive, always looking at the ground and trees and under things for that next new plant discovery
How they feel about
Humans: feh, they're sickened from dreamberries, how can they even live that way?
Elves -- herders: hm. keep them out of the toxic herbs, okay?
Elves -- magic users: makes everything more ... spicy
Elves -- bond-riders: unless there's a spore-sniffing dragon out there...
Trolls, etc: I wonder if this toxin would get under their ugly skin?

Dragons had been in the Holt as long as Opium had been alive, in fact quite a lot longer. So he was used to the large, elegant creatures as they flew overhead, or romped through the forest.

One Whitecold day, though, a new dragon face appeared in the snow-covered woods. Opium was out gathering supplies - berries that ripened only during the most frigid chilly days of the year. He was as green as the redwoods that remained tall and strong in the snow, and had shadowed grey accents.

"May I come with you?" He asked, and Opium wasn't sure whether it was in his mind or in his ears, that he heard the dragon's request.

"Of course you can!" Opium said, and then the beast got up...

Now, Opium wasn't the smallest elf in the Holt. In fact far from it. But this dragon was quite long, he came up only to the green's belly! On their way back to the Holt's dens, Opium learned much about this dragon. He seemed familiar in ways, there was another of this 'breed' somewhere among the dragon-bonds here. Druith was his name, and he - like Opium - was a plant-shaper!

They would be quite a good team, Opium realized, because now he didn't have to trek on foot to find herbs and plants, he could go far and wide and find some new exotic ones!