Username: White Squirrel Girl
Name: Camus Lepold
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Bio: Camus grew upin a small mountain town. It was one of the few places left in the world where humans lives with dragons. Drawn out into the rest of the world by his natural lust for adventure he's arrived in a capitol city and is camping a few miles south so he can still stay with Morell, his dragon.
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Camus yawned and streched, feeling the rough fur on the back of the dragon's head. He looked up at the dragon's floating crest, and slid down her back. He hit the ground after sliding off of her shoulder some ten feet off the ground. Her icy blue eyes shot open as Camus crouched and attempted the stand.
Morell pushed Camus's pack twords him and he accepted it with a nod. He took a seat in the grass of the clearing and rolled up his black pants with a wince. He felt at the bones and let out a relived breath.
"Nothing's broken." He said to himself as he went from sitting to a crouch. He pulled out a half loaf of bread and groaned. This was his last ration, so he'd have to go into town later. He glanced over at Morell who had returned to her sleep.
"When you get hungery go hunting farther south, no sheep this time though." Camus said blowing a lock of his corse silvery hair out of his face. Morell opened an eye and roled it only to close it again and snort a jet of frost over the thick grass. Camus enjoyed the breif coldness, it reminded him of home but that also brough back a few bad memories of the few enemies he had made back home.