Keyril

The sole steward of a temple found in the dragonwood. It is old, and grown with vines and moss, but still, Keyril keeps it occupied, keeps the fires lit, and meets any travelers who wander his way or perhaps become lost in the wood. It stands over what once was the home domain of a dragon, one of his ancestors, once a protector of the nearby valley, but no one has seen this dragon stir in their lifetime. Not even Flume or Marquis. Some say it died, some say it left, some say it is sleeping below, ancient and enormous, spread out upon the vault of treasures made from offerings.

Unlike his fellows in the dragonwood, Keyril does not wear a feral draconic form. He is younger than the others, and only part dragon, and thus can’t transform between shapes like Marquis or Flume can (but are rarely bothered to do). Maybe he could, someday, with time and sufficient power. He might be half unicorn, and a bit of something else that gets him his more anthro shape. His draconic heritage still makes him something like a demigod.

His manner is very dry, and he can sometimes become frustrated by the antics of the other dragons in the wood, when they deign to leave their territories to come bother him. These beings are older and more powerful than he, but they can be very flippant sometimes. He’s also an intermediary between their disputes, as he has no personal stake in their territorial arguments, and provides a neutral ground for their conferences.

Art Wishlist:

• WIP, have fun lol
• Pixels
• Pagedoll