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Dragons: Good | Feathers: Great | Dinosaurs: Amazing
Dragons + Dinos + Feathers = CHAOS
In this space can be found each of the Veli-pack's personal descriptions. Click the spoiler tags to revel the full text!
Gallus (Male Velibolt)
Gallus is a bit of an oddball compared to the rest of the Pack. He's not a skilled hoarder, he doesn't chip in much around the nest, and he's never shown an interest in typical Velibolt activities. Despite all of this, he's still a highly valued part of the Pack. Why, though, when on all accounts he seems to more of a mooch than any real help?
Well, he just happens to be a really good listener. The Pack often find themselves in his care when they have something to vent, or questions about the best way to approach an issue. He's all about listening and returning his thoughts in kind, and although what he says isn't always what the seeker wants to hear, most of the time what he says eventually starts to make sense.
Gallus has dark markings across his eyes and chest, distinguishing him as a member by birth of the Seriph Velibolt tribe. The mark across his eyes gives him a somewhat raccoon-ish appearance, while the marks on his chest are similar to small arrows pointing up toward his face (^). He also sports small pierced rings along his tail and on either side of his beak.
Gallus and Azimuth the Xeldron are considered a couple, although neither has openly admitted it. They often meet each other between hoards, and once were caught nuzzling each other after Gallus returned.
Quote: "When the tide falls in your favor, do not forget the other ships behind; that will only leave you alone to face the trials of the waves."
Gallus was a loner in the city for many months before joining the Pack. Bouncing from job to job and house to house, he never stayed in one place for more than a few months before either his work or his nestmates forced him to move. That isn't to say he didn't pay his rent or do his due diligence for the household. Most of the time the reasons he left were more personal than that; an incompatibility between his hobbies and those of the people around him.
"It's just too... strange, to be around you," is a line he had heard several variations of throughout his life in the city. Only a clawful were confident or upfront enough to admit what was bothering them.
"It's those piercings, Gallus. They're unsanitary and I can't allow them into a kitchen." He refused to take them off. "Then, I'm sorry... but I have to let you go. Good luck out there."
"Dude, you literally nailed sheets of metal to my walls!" They were mirrors. He liked the shine, and it made the room feel bigger. "The nails are sticking out the other side! Where did you even find nails that long?! Whatever. Take them down and get your stuff. After this and breaking the plates, I'm done."
"Gallus... can you tell me what this is, exactly?" It was candy. "Candy? Red, greasy, smelly candy?" ...It was very special candy. "Are you sure about that? Because it smells like pork. And looks like pork. And let's just admit it, we both know it's pork. That's illegal in the city, and I won't stand for it. Pack your stuff." But surely as a fellow Velibolt she-- "Pack. Your stuff. Now. Or I'll call the cops."
"I've had three... I hesitate to call them complaints, exactly, but that's the best word I can think of right now. Three complaints from customers and two more from your coworkers. It's about the burns. I ignored them when I hired you because we don't discriminate based on tribe, but... can you honestly tell me, with a straight muzzle, that you didn't expect this to happen?" He couldn't even look up. "I didn't think so. You're a good 'bolt, Gallus, but this isn't going to work out well for anyone. Seriphs have a certain reputation. You... you came here to get away from that, didn't you?" He nodded. "I am sorry, son. You're heading in the right direction. You're just... not there yet. Keep going, you'll get there some day."
And so it went, for many months. He did eventually adapt certain behaviors to better comply with city code, but refused to give up the icons of his heritage, even if that made life harder for him at every turn. He wasn't ashamed of what he was, and he showed that subtly yet proudly. Eventually, one of his nestmates suggested he visit the Raptor Pack as an alternative to running around like a "Sunobra with its head cut off". She gave him instructions on how to get there and promptly kicked him out the door.
The rest was well-known to all in the house after that. At first there was skepticism, resistance even to his presence. Everyone knew the Seriphs were prone to violence, why would this one be any different? But after a house vote concluded at 10-against and 12-for, he was officially invited to stay.
Azimuth ("Male" Xeldron)
A bit moody, but also pretty fruity. Genderless, but prefers to be male, which most see him as anyway. He can put flair into anything! Azimuth loves to fly, often with company if he can convince Cinnamon or Sumac to join him. If he can't, some of the Pack members (especially Gallus) will gladly accept a joyride over the city. His large form has presented some interesting challenges for the household, so he more often than not will sleep at the "offsite" house. He's the unofficial event planner and has a keen eye for fashion, especially of the gold variety. He has a small collection of claw-forged rings, necklaces, and bracelets with designs he claims simply came to him on a whim. He feels more confident when wearing them, and his luck also seems to improve when hoarding.
Azimuth is in an active relationship with Gallus.
Quote: "If I ever wear pink and orange together, you have my permission to take me out... to a candlelit dinner for a long talk about my life choices."
Azimuth experienced a fairly typical Xeldron childhood. Like many members of his species, he was self-dependent for a good part of it. He hatched alone in a cave, spent most of his time hunting and exploring, flying himself into all sorts of situations that put his skills to the test.
Where exactly he grew up, not even he remembers, but he does know it hid a great many treasures beneath its barren, rocky surface. Structures hundreds of meters tall-- some buried almost to their tops--filled with danger and wonder alike, and he explored as many of them as he could. Inside he found mostly rubble and detritus, but occasionally something had survived well enough to be of value, hidden behind a sealed door, or trapped in a pocket mostly untouched.
He also met other creatures, strange beings not like the Pixels he would see in his hunting travels. They revered him, giving him gifts he didn't need and offering him all manner of strange services. Although he wasn't particularly fond of them, they were helpful in understanding the things he discovered, teaching him how to read, write, and speak the language he saw in the old structures and new ones they inhabited.
For a good while he even lived in one such older structure. A particularly stout one, wider than the others and easier to access, as it seemed over the years the various levels had collapsed to form one large room with intact walls, clear in the center. One side held a door that stretched from floor to the ceiling high, high above. It was here where Azimuth discovered his name, written on the wall: Azimuth Spacefare and Commercial Rocketry. It wasn't by choice, either; the creatures from before simply started to call him this when they came to visit, and it was easier to accept it than try to tell them off. They took anything he said to be like gospel, and he didn't want to scare them away from that place.
After nearly a decade living there, he concluded the area wasn't fit for his presence. The ones who worshiped him were growing zealous in their pursuit and the land around was no longer able to sustain a being of his size. So, after very carefully explaining why he needed to leave, he booked it as fast as he could, a trail of bullets following as he fled. Luckily, they decided not to follow him, else this story may well have ended a very different way.
Streak (Male Velox)
Streak is a bit of a runt. He's the smallest of the pack, scrappy and loud, constantly trying to beat out the others to 'prove' himself worthy of his place, even though the pack places little importance on how well they can fight. They live in a house after all, with plentiful food and shelter. He's just getting his footing right to be sent on hoards, where his worth will really be put to the test. Is he up for the challenge?
As it turned out, Streak was not only up to the challenge, he barrelled straight through it and just kept running. Streak was the first of the Pack to have discovered evolution! He's still pretty small, but not as much as he once was. He loves to show off his smooth scales and sharp spines!
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Dragons: Good | Feathers: Great | Dinosaurs: Amazing
Dragons + Dinos + Feathers = CHAOS
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