Euh, je suis Aksaja, je suis désolé de vous suivre mais je pensais que vous m'emmeniez à mon ancêtre qui est mort. On m'a appris que je devais rendre hommage à un parent qui est mort. Je n'ai aucune idée d'où je vais donc je pensais que vous le sauriez tous les deux. S'il vous plaît, ne me prenez pas pour un charognard pour être ici" a dit Aksaja, s'inclinant rapidement la tête en étant nerveux, il s'inclina autant qu'il le pouvait sans toucher au sol la façon dont les elfes sont enseignés devant leurs aînés et les membres respectés de la famille
Name: Tir
Species/Race: Cyan/Black Western Dragon
Gender: Female
Size: Average tractor/trailer truck.
Age: 400 years
Powers:

The most startling thing happens when Tir makes a certain sound. It is known as Winter's Song, a low and chilling note that sounds like a pod of whales in mourning. It is loud enough to rattle your bones and can blast a wind so cold from her maw that it will leave you frostbitten and in severe hypothermia. She can only do this so many times before her own body temperature begins to dip dangerously low. At that point, she must pause and wait for herself to warm again.


Tir has, somehow, picked up some mind powers too. If she focuses and thinks the right thing, her horns begin to form icicles upon them. Whoever her target is will feel a tingle down their spine and a sudden urge to turn and run. Even the strongest men have found their knees and bowels go weak if Tir puts her mind to it. This again is limited by several factors, namely her brainpower. She can't focus this ability too much or it might cause a severe headache and bad fatigue.

Appearance: At first glance, the dragoness is actually not that intimidating. She has smooth, small scales of a shiny icy color, bands of underbelly scales of a pitch black color, a long, tapered tail, and a relatively mundane wedge-shaped reptilian head without any underbite or overbite. Her two white eyes, dotted with tiny black pupils, are a little chilling, but nothing to be sung about. Her only striking exterior components are her huge claws, wings with gripping hooks at the end, and her four horns. The two bottom ones are long and taper up into wicked points. The top two have a sharper curve and are smaller in general. These four horns, and her claws and wing-hooks, look like they are made of pure Obsidian. That tail of hers can be a deadly sweeping weapon, as well.
Bio/Personality: Tir was not the direct descendant of Galinor. Rather, she was a grand-daughter, birthed by one of his children. It was mostly a normal life for her from her birth, until of course her mother was killed by savage men with the help of a corrupt dragon. Her father was slain just days later. The little dragoness was just a wyrmling, and could hardly defend herself. So, she ran away into exile, before they found her and killed her.
In hiding for a few years, Tir was found by a tribe of dwarves. She was starving, angry, and bitterly confused. Those dwarves were nearly slain and devoured, but they managed to get through to her, and find her a surrogate mother in the form of another dragoness that had been chased away by the rogue. So she grew, and developed, but never did quite shake the memory of the last moments of her parents. It would leave a dark seed that never sprouted, but never died.
Now at a good 400 years of age, she has developed into a reclusive and quiet beast. She has never taken a mate, nor has ever taken interest in a dragon of either gender. She thought that maybe that is what was wrong. Maybe she were cursed with the wrong attraction... but she just could not take an interest in love or breeding after what happened. Tir's true name is lost to time. Tir is just the noise that she gave to herself. So, Tir she is, a quiet, honorable, respectful, introverted beast.