|[ Agate ]|

Name and Nicknames: Rhuma/Outcast, Dragon of the Mountain, Angerte

Age: Unknown 

Sex: Female

Status:

Coat Color: Bronzed

Markings: Charred, Fawn, Rosettes

Mutations: None

Horn Type: Common

Body Type: Bull

Tail Type: Serpent

Scale Location: Standard

Scale Type: Smooth

Homeland: Kotakaii Mountains

Additional Notes: Avoid at all costs. Extremely territorial, resentful and Shire horse sized- a dangerous combination. Enjoys collecting feathers, shiny items, and bones. 

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Her history sums down to her tribes ceremonial tradition at the age of five years, where their Spiritual Leader, the Phulmár, will look into their future and see what lays ahead of the young pup- either to help motivate them, or let them know what dangers veer in their pathway. However, all they saw was destruction, and chaos. For several years, they decided on her fate. 

In order to keep their village safe, the Phulmár decided, with hardship, to exile her from their tribe at the tender age of 8, asking one of their lessers in command to take her as far away from the village as possible, high up on the other side of the mountain, and leave her there. Without her parents knowledge she was gone, and told she was eaten by a Stone Drake-  nothing remaining but a single feather. They grieved, but were told to move on and think on their own future. 

Agate, left to fend for herself, soon began to grow hardened by the harsh environment- having learned to hunt and fight from a young age for their Ceremony of Passing. However she was soon found by a Professor Waters, an alchemist from one of the towns below, after she succumbed to flu and sickness. Nursing her back to health, they soon developed a strong bond, and Agate would vow to at least keep someone safe. Helping her, he found her a place to stay within his own home before she grew too big, hoarding collections of precious metals, shiny items, and bones that the alchemist had given her. 

However at the age of 20 she would head back to her village, vengeful, but willing to let that settle if she could go through with her ceremony to become an official adult of her 'tribe'. They allowed her- being born in the village, it was her birthright.

The result was brutal- with her hunter's prowess, she took down the ceremonial-marked Ibex, beat her chosen opponent to an inch of their life, and managed to swim from one chilly beach to another. She had officially passed into adulthood. 

But whispers didn't lay quiet. Rumours began to spread once more about her destructive future and soon she learned something that only brought her rage and vengeance to its peak- it was the villages fault she was turning so bitter and destructive. Had they have kept her, her path would have been different, kinder- instead it had turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy. 

The only increased rage soon turned to that path of destruction, and tearing timber from a nearby house she began to destroy the village, swinging wildly at houses, other villagers, popokees and humans alike. She would have her revenge on them for making her like this. Lighting the timber on fire, she soon began to set the roofs of nearby houses aflame, and a few would fall victim to the blaze- a few with serious burns, and one suffering greatly from their wounds and passing away later on. 

But her anger could only last so long- with the guards on her tail, she soon began to run out of energy, and in a last ditch attack on the Phulmar she was cornered by them, leaving with two spears to her flank and foreleg. Growing fearful for her own life, she was soon chased out the village using her last dregs of energy, and in the wilds she remained, chasing away those who tread too near, and being pursued if she dared stray too close.