Fiervoie
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				Darkling Dawn
		Name: Fiervoie Race: Plegathon Beast Gender: Male Color: White-Pointed Blue-Satin Black Abilities: Vocal Speech, Minor Necromancy, Create/Control Fire Personality: Fiervoie is a stern and serious dragon, rather impatient and not very humorous. He is not very outgoing either, and he tends to get nervous around new people or in new situations. He is somewhat agoraphobic and doesn't like to be in wide open areas; he spends much of his time indoors, usually in his forge, where he does his blacksmithing. He has a great love of fire and metalworking, and thus he makes and repairs most of the metal tools around the property. Bond: None Sponsorer: Gawyn Dawey Pet: Female Black Cat, Myric From: Mindspace
			He wasn't sure if it was just him, or the large amounts of necromantic magic that went on on this island, but it seemed that ever since he'd stepped onto the island, the sky had been dark and gloomy. It hadn't started to rain yet, but was certainly threatening it. Being a creature of fire, Fiervoie hurried his pace towards the house of Gawyn Dawey. Anyway, the hilly moors surrounding him were beginning to make him uneasy. He found the master of the house (mansion, castle, practically, he thought) on the other side of the house, where he stood outside with a tiny bird perched on his arm. Fiervoie cleared his throat nervously to announce himself. The young man in front of him barely gave him a nod. "You're Gawyn Dawey, I take it?" The young man didn't correct him, so he assumed he was right. "My name is Fiervoie, your letter said you'd have a place ready for me when I arrived." The man glanced at him from the corner of one brown-green eye and beckoned the Phlegathon Beast to follow him with the hand which did not hold the falcon. Fiervoie thought he seemed oddly quiet. Perhaps it was a human thing? Gawyn lead him to a fair-sized building detached from the main house, more than large enough to house Fiervoie comfortably. The inside was very bare still, but Fiervoie was already wondering how he could fix it up. Gawyn cleared his throat, drawing Fiervoie's attention, but there was still a pause before he actually spoke. "I d-didn't know what you wanted. So I left it clear. If y-y-ou need anything, let me know." The man's speech was peppered with pauses and stutters, which Fiervoie did his best to ignore. He nodded a thank you and Gawyn left. Fiervoie inspected the inside of the buildling and found to his delight that he could easily turn the main part of it into a decent forge. It looked like he'd be spending quite a bit of time here. A wiry thin, black-furred cat appeared from the shadows, and after looking him over, it seemed to approve of him, and started twining itself around the Beast's front legs. Fiervoie couldn't help but smile, and scratched the cat's back with one claw. "Hello, do you come with the place as well?" The cat purred, but obviously couldn't answer him. He asked Gawyn about the cat later, as he expressed his plans about the forge, and Gawyn gave a shrug. "She-She was here, when I st-started to rent the house. She seems, seems to like that spot," he said in his halting voice. "Well, I guess I've gained a pet, then." Fiervoie decided.