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    ||Oliver Travinsky||

    Age: 21

    Speices: Faun

    Height: 5'6

    Weight: 180lbs

    Hair color(s): strawberry blonde, blonde speckles

    Eye color: blue

    skin complexion: pale


    Commonly wears a sky blue scarf and carries a basket. Has an earring, and small horns, freckles


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    The winter is cold and brittle on the land. It was hard to grow crops, if possible at all. There wasn't enough food for Oliver's village of fauns to eat on just their growth alone.


    Oliver knew what he had to do. He had to find a way to get money, so he could buy from other villages. It was a slow process, but he did sell knitted hats and scarves. It just wasnt enough to bring in food for everyone.


    The small male knew the only thing he could do. He would have to steal.


    Oliver very quietly, as quietly as he could, tip toed through the cave that supposedly was home to a dragon that hoarded it's treasures. If Oliver could just get one basket full, he would be feeding his village for the winter. However, if he stepped the wrong way, he may have been risking his whole village and himself being eaten up by a fire breathing dragon.

    Name: Arian

    Age: 123

    Height: 6'1

    Wingspan: 5'

    Weight: 200lbs

    Hair color: Silver

    Eye color: Silver

    Skin complexion: Pale


    Other: Arian is a dragon hybrid. He can shapeshift in between looking mostly human and completely dragon. His scales are silver, and his eyes are slitted like a cat's. Like most dragons, he has a treasure-collecting obsession, and is very protective of his hoard. Arian never leaves his cave and mostly hibernates on top of his treasure pile, occasionally waking up to incinerate some silly thief or knight who was foolish enough to think they could take his treasure and his life. He wears surprisingly simple brown peasant's clothing, but plenty of lavish silver jewelry.


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    Arian resided as usual in the depths of his cave. It was at the end of a long, winding tunnel that penetrated the peak of a snowy mountain. Said snowy mountain was a lot snowier than usual, since winter had finally descended upon the land. Arian loved the snow, but ironically, he hated the cold, as most dragons did. He was more than content to remain curled on top of his treasure pile, sleeping the unfriendly weather away. As long as he stayed at the back of his cave, he couldn't even hear the howl of the wind, and with the fire he liked to keep burning near the pile of treasure where he slept, it was nice and cozy in Arian's cave. Winter for Arian couldn't have been farther away.


    Little did he know that his contented, peaceful sleep was about to be interrupted by an unwelcome guest.

    Oliver saw the huge dragon perched against his large nest of treasure. He blinked softly, his heart starting to pound. He was worried it was going to pound out of his chest, with how nervous he was. It was a scary thought. That dragon could burn him up and smell down his tracks, and then eat all of his friends and family. At least, that was what he was told.


    His hooves trembled, causing them to very softly clatter as he walked towards the teasure hoard. Slowly, he began to pick up coins one at a time so he could keep his raiding quiet. He gulped thickly. The smallest movement from the dragon made him flinch, but he kept trying to pick up coins one at a time to put them in his basket.

    Arian's side steadily rose and fell, his scales glittering in the flickering firelight like the many silver coins in his hoard of valuables. As a dragon, Arian was much larger than any humanoid creature. True, he was small for a dragon, but he was still very young. He was only about as large as a lion. The elders of Arian's kind could be the size of mountains. Well... the true dragons, at least. Arian doubted he would ever grow to a size so grand.


    Arian's ear suddenly twitched slightly as Oliver quietly began to gather up coins. He felt his consciousness draw away from deeper sleep, but he kept his eyes closed as he quietly took a sniff of the air. What was in his cave? A deer? How had a deer gotten in here?? Maybe it was a mountain goat. But even still, he doubted it. What mountain goat would be stupid enough to walk right up to a pile of treasure with a dragon sleeping on it?


    Grumpily, Arian slowly opened one eye to stare down the steep side of his treasure pile -- right down at Oliver.


    His other eye immediately snapped open as well, his pupils narrowing instantly to vicious slits. He hissed, rage exploding inside of his chest as he began to pick himself up off his treasure pile and threateningly spread his wings. That was no deer or goat -- but it was still going to be lunch!

    Oliver almost seemed to calm down a little as he began to move faster. He picked up two or even three coins, dropping them down into the basket that his moths had made him so long ago. He was very quiet and careful, still. As quiet as he could be, as the coins did make a soft tinkling sound when they hit against eachother in the basket.


    It was when he heard a hiss erupt from the lion sized dragon that he looked up, his ears perking up. A gasp escaped him and he picked up his basket as quickly as he could, holding it with both of the hands that started to tremble and sweat. He rushed as fast as he could, and his running nearly turned into a soft of hoppity frolic. It was as fast as his little goat legs could carry him.


    However, he was scrambling. Jumping and scraping against the smooth tile floor. He was obviously young, and had not had many of these kinds of situations. His legs struggled to work under such an intensive pressure.

    Arian crouched down, his wings stretching open fully, and then he lunged into the air, swooping over the faun's head to land in front of him. He rared up on his back legs, his wings open and eyes bright with rage as he blocked the entrance to his cave as best as he could. The cave, however, was too wide for Arian to fill it completely. There was a chance the faun could slip by, but Arian looked ready to swat him back, or maybe more to shower him with flames. Arian drew back his lips in fury, baring his sharp white fangs.

    Oliver shrieked when the huge dragon flew over him and gaurded the entrance to his cave. He reared back, his hooves scraping and clapping the floor as he tried to back away. He could see a way out, but he was much too scared of the dragon that gaurded the cave to dare try and escape. In a terrified desperation, he flung the coins from the basket at the dragon.

    Arian let out a loud "EEP" of surprise as the faun flung the coins at him. He flinched back, his eyes squeezed shut, before he slowly looked down at the coins after they bounced off his chest and fell to the ground. After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head to stare at Oliver in round-eyed astonishment, like, seriously?!

    Oliver stared at him, his eyes wide with fear. As the otherstates in astonishment, he rushed to try and run past him and out of the cave. If he could get out, it would be an amazing feat to him. maybe he could even live to see another day.

    Arian frowned, narrowing his eyes and snorting out a puff of smoke. He lashed his tail after Oliver and wrapped it tightly around him, halting him in his tracks. He turned his neck to glare after him.


    "Trying to steal my treasure, were you?" he growled, his long fangs gleaming as he spoke. "I suppose it wasn't so inconvenient... it's been a while since I've had a meal."

    Oliver gasped and screamed when his tail lashed around and grabbed him up, trapping him. He hit and grabbed at his scaley tail, trying to pull it off. "Please dragon!" He wailed. "M-My village! They simply n-needed food! I wanted nothing more than money for their own food!" He cried, trying to squirm away.


    He was desperate. His body trembled and his legs kicked and bucked. He hit at his tail, squirming. "I will g-give you anything dragon! A-Anything!" I plead, beginning to cry pitifully.

    He continued to cry, looking at the dragon and squirming on his hold. "Pl-Please, if y-you don't want anything o-of me, let me go a-and I'll never come back!" He begged, trying to wriggle away. He was hoping he would let him go if he cried enough.

    "Why can't your people hunt for themselves?" Arian demanded scornfully, narrowing his eyes and leaning his head a little closer to Oliver. "What does my treasure have to do with any of this??"

    Arian smacked his front paw against his face. "You're kidding me." He hissed out a sigh, then lowered his paw, glancing at Oliver again slowly with narrowed eyes. "So where does my treasure come in?"

    He looked at him, absolutely terrfied of the dragon that was trying to make sense of him stealing treasure. His tail turned between his own legs. "...I w-was going to buy goods from other villages." He muttered with wide eyes.

    Arian stared at him angrily for a long moment as he tried to piece it together. They hadn't grown enough crops. This creature tried to steal his treasure... to buy goods from other villages.


    "I see," Arian said slowly, then frowned down at him in disapproval. "So why steal from me, a dangerous and carnivorous dragon, instead of the other villages?"