Wifey

(ya I ripped it off from you lol oh well xD)

i_i help me dear Fyora

Small flakes slowly drifted down from the gray and dark heavens. Snowy dunes rolled on and on, hitting the uneven horizon. "Are you lost, dear friend?" a tall boy stood, his large boots balanced on the icy snow. "Well, come... It's time for tea!" he whipped around with a large toothy grin, diving into the white powder. You stand unsure what to do, as snow slowly pours back into the newly made hole. His head pops up, snow covering his furry hood "Come on! I wont wait all day, you know" You slowly step in after him.

Name: Erovie
Alias: Ero
Original: Xyphero
Gender: Male
Age: 20 years
Species: Ice Dragon
Neo: Seith
Brush: Snow
Rank: Story Teller
Accent: British

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Summary

Cold Past

600 years. 60 decades. 6 lives.
My pasts are my alter egos, whispering the things I should do or avoid. The tribe tells me that what I do, what I have, is a great honour. I could call it more of a curse, but few story tellers have existed through the long time and history of our ice tribes. My past voices, they're never silent. In the middle of the night, my third life starts jabbering. During dinner, my fifth soul starts singing his mournful tales.
I want the voices to stop.
I want them out of my head.
I was born differently than the others, like a phoenix, I rose from the /ashes/ of my last life. He crumbled away like snow and formed me, just as I shall in a century.
I was born not as a newborn, but as a child, I could think clearly and speak easily, almost too maturely for my age and appearance. I was alone out on the tundra, cold. Only my little seece, Icee, who awaited my rebirth sat there waiting. The voices told me to go back, back to the tribe. It was a long journey, but somehow, as more time passed, it became easier as my old memories started to reveal themselves to me.
The tribe knew I was coming. They welcomed me warmly, I took their kindness happily, they knew my purpose… and their attention felt nice for a change. I admit I don't mind the voices as much as I make it seem. Some are silent, like my first soul, but others just talk on and on, some with the worst tales that could put themselves to sleep. My favorite was my sixth soul… my most recent soul. His tales were the best, but he never talked too much, just enough to keep himself enjoyable.
Ero V was also like me more than the other souls, he didn't want to be a story teller. He just wanted to be normal, his wants were like mine. He taught me how to just smile, no matter how much I despised the tribe. He taught me how to escape, maybe find more tales that could spice my life up a bit. He was amazing, like a father I never had.

I picked at the fire, the smoke blowing into my face. I coughed. The amazing thing about being a story teller, I could leave the tribe at any time with out them spazzing out over my disappearance, they just assumed I had went traveling. I huddled into my warm parka, it's heat shooting through my body.
I wasn't all that far from the tribe, I was on a nearby cliff, in an old cave where my past souls often would escape too when the tribe became too annoying. I stared at the large walls; they were covered in paint, small pictures carved into it. Seven paw prints covered the ceiling, all different sizes and colours. I stared at mine; it was surprisingly longer than the others. I smiled, trying to imagine what my other souls looked like.
I plopped back down onto my side, staring into the flickering fire, it was a beautiful sight. I pulled a knife out of my knap sack and started to slowly carve a small picture of a fire; I had to leave my mark.

Icee, my seece, huddled close to my chest as the fire started to die, the warmth slipping away slowly. I placed my hand over him and slowly drifted off to sleep, expecting another disturbing dream of the past like I often had. I curled up into a ball.
Ero stood over me, the sixth Ero. His long dark parka blew in the wind, his dark hair covering his face. I yawned, even in my dreams I was tired. He took my hand, pulling me up with a pained look. I scuttled after him as he quickly took off running, like he often did to my annoyance. I was breathing hard, glad to stop as we did. He plopped down on the edge of a cliff, leveling himself out so he didn't slide off on the ice; I did the same. I peered down into the valley, giving another loud yawn. A tribe was camped out on the ice of the lake. I watched it carefully, the silence bothering me.
The many tents dotted the valley, a few moving figures rushed here and there as smoke started to pour out of the largest tent, the flames devouring the whole site. I sighed, another tragic story. Ero placed his hand on my shoulder, pointing back to the village. I wanted to groan, but I knew the break of the silence would displease Ero. I watched, the thick ice soon started to melt slowly, cracking under the creature's feet. The lake started devouring each person as the flames had the camp. I sighed, Ero shot an annoyed glance at me, I hunched over in a quick and silent apology.
."Can't I have a happy memory for once?" I breathed so he couldn't hear me. He stood and nodded, I awoke with a shiver. The fire was now completely dead. I grabbed Icee and gathered my belongings; it was time to head back to the tribe. TO BE CONTINUED D:

Summary

Coming soon

Icee

Icee is Ero's little Seece. In the arctic, almost every single Ice Dragon has a Seece living in their mane. They have a very mutualistic relationship. Icee eats the many parasites on Ero, while Icee gets a free meal and a home to live.
Each Ice Dragon cares for their Seece greatly and will protect them with their lives. Once they recieve their own Seece, they stay with each other for the rest of their lives.

Family

Artinex is a peculiar little aisha. He's hyper. He has a strong probably unhealthy obsession with tuna. He has a /little brother/ who is really a schizophrenic quad lupe. He is just magical like that~
He loves calling himself Corne, but really, Aspen insists on calling him Arty. Aspen raised him, she can decide xDD

Dunvr is more of a follower while Arty is the leader. She will do anything she says, she is that dedicated to him. Dunnie is an extreme worry-wart, and is almost afraid of everything. She uses Arty as her support in life, and Arty doesn't care, he actually admits that he likes her company... though I'm sure he likes anyone's company as long as they worship him as much as Dunvr xD

Loich's character is being redesigned :c

Adaish is a Herz Esser, a special sub-species of gelerts who feast on hearts. He's pretty much a big grump; though being around Semice has started to soften his heart... he truly tries to be kinder, though it pains him. He and Semice have been together since the beginning, he is pretty much the best big brother figure she has.

Semice is extremely immature in so many ways. She makes so many mistakes in life and is ultimately a blond. She is also a Herz Esser, often feasting on... anything with a heart. She strongly despises any female she finds prettier than herself, as she is used to all of the attention on her.

Surul is like Semice in some ways... She has the mentality of an 8 year old, though she is almost 30 years old. She is the princess of some desert civilization, often being trapped away in her room. She does things under the influence of her 'friend' Aesole.

Twisq is currently being worked on

ZaepJi is a little pick-pocketer buzz. She seriously has no morals, but just loves adventure. She and her moving pet Rock, Rocky (yes she is very creative with names), go everywhere, often sailing large ships with her buddy, Felester. She can't hold still for the life of her :I

Art

Ice Sculptures

Thanks Kirema 8D

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