. Standing at the Winter's Dark Heart frenzy

Now standing at Arx Atra Mons

Zeramar Drascovic, from Turkey

6th Year (special admission)

Specializes in transfiguration and care of creatures

Worst subject is dark arts recognition

BACK

Zeramar, Calebrindra, Lenore and Bhaktar arrived back to the sands at Clan Akalera just in time. Their already bonded dragons remained either nearby or as in Leny's case they shifted into more humanoid shapes. Arenot was calm, but not peaceful. He waited, he watched with just as eager eyes.

Only one deserving to come along side himself, would be allowed to near Zeramar!

Those two heads on the beast spied a pair that were circling and denied a fresh meal when it was bonded off and rescued.

Meanwhile, the two fighters, cheated of one target, began roving together towards the candidates, their eyes intent, just waiting for any sign of weakness or inattention. They found it in Zeramar, who was alternately glancing at Arneot and at the shaking eggs and the hatchlings that were tussling and fighting around them. Even though Arneot’s hatching had been worse in terms of violence - these hatchlings didn’t seem so intent on eating each other, just on fighting - he couldn’t seem to spot his hatchling in the mess.

The two hatchlings, one black and one dark blue, glanced at each other, sharing a small, vicious grin, then lunged with tiny roars at the winged boy.

Arneot acted swiftly, lashing out and sending one of the two hatchlings, the dark blue, tumbling through the air away from his bond, then turned his heads to find the other...

Only to see a vibrant ice blue with a violet mane and blue wings collide with the second hatchling right as the black reached Zeramar. The black’s claws tore at Zeramar’s robes and lightly scratched his skin as it was sent off course by the sudden impact, landing heavily on the sands to the side. The ice blue’s claws sunk into the black, and he latched onto the black’s throat with his teeth.

~You will not touch my bond, you scum! You have not the right!~ The ice blue shook his head lightly, growling around his mouthful of the black’s throat, ~Now go slink off to join your friend over there, and don’t dare come back!~

The black, when released, slunk off, dark blood dripping from the small punctures that the ice blue had given him. The ice blue watched him go, wiping the blood off his claws and onto the black sand, then turned to Zeramar, ~My name’s Zevishar. My apologies for that, I had thought those two wouldn’t have the nerve to go after you, but I suppose stupidity replaces nerve in some.~

Arenot decided that this brave male would be fine. With that decision made, he turned away and found some fresh meat for himself, giving Zeramar some time alone with his new bond.

Name: Zevishar Caelumpictor
Gender: Male
Bonded to: Zeramar
Color: Twilight Ice
Mother: Atameh
Father: Valadaen Caelumpictor
Abilities: Telepathy, Teleportation, Half-Shifter, Enhanced Weaponry, Enhanced Armor
Special Abilities: Air magic, Moon magic, Shadow magic
Personality: Ready and willing to fight, defend, or cast magic for his bond's sake, Zevishar is like a knight in shining armor... well, dark armor. He can go a bit too far, at times, and will only listen to Zeramar at that point.