I'm a plague dragon after all!


Shut up Sven you were too little when you left to even remember being born into a plague nest. You're a wind dragon you fag.

Um. Okay. So Sven is my one and only Tundra and he's big and fluffy muscular, and likes strutting around the cave, showing off to all the ladies. It embarrasses his daughter (a Mirror named Tasha) horribly, which is probably part of the reason he does it.

He has a faux mean streak a mile long, and is more of a trickster-y thing than true cruelty. He loves awful puns, bad jokes, and riddles.

His best friend is a Ridgeback called Hallow. No one understands how they get along. This fluffy monster enjoys pulling pranks and playing tricks, and his lanky partner in crime is a bloody, jumpy, anxious mess, that is constantly picking his own scales off en mass. It seems he gets a bit braver with Sven around, though, and even picks up a bit of his "abusive" personality, and the pair gets into all kinds of trouble!