Tundra

By knight

• February 1, 2014




Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Eye Color: Red-Pink<br /> <br />Skin Color(s): Almost white, soft periwinkle underbelly.<br /> <br />Mane/Tail Color(s) & Style: In place of the normal streamline scales of a dragon, she has hair which she actively trims, though she has let it grow out on her head in imitation of the ponies she observes. She also has fluffy ears, a fluff tip on her tail and around her chest and shoulders. Her 'fluff’ is a soft purple-white, and her 'mane’ is a bright teal.

Cutie Mark: None-dragon.<br />[b]Motivation:[/b] To fill her entire cave behind Neighagra falls with shiny shiny bits!But she keeps spending them...

Personality: Overly kind and apologetic. It’s not uncommon to see her apologize excessively for things. She does, however, have a slight weakness, as all dragons, for collecting things...especially shiny things. She is timid and soft spoken, not often seen using her wings, as she doesn't want to be the center of attention to anyone under her. She typically just flies with a satchel of sorts to carry payment for her services.

Backstory: Tundra was laid in typical dragon style. In a clutch of eggs with other dragons, guarded and kept warm by doting, if not grumpy, parents. Her brothers and sisters hatched all on the same day, and her egg was assumed a dud, and shoved from the nest. <br /> <br />Even before her birth, her life was quite adventurous. Her egg tumbled blindly down a sharp slope, down from the mountains of the San Palomino desert and getting clutched in the claws of a hungry eagle, and off she went into the heart of Equestria. Past Canterlot and up into Galloping Gorge, where the bird had its nest. The eagle, tired from its long journey, had gone too low and close to the gorge, and a Quarry Eel lunged at the poor bird, knocking Tundra’s egg free. It plummeted down, down, down, through a bramble of thorns, curling and rolling about until landing softly in a pony’s cart of hay. <br /> <br />The pony was heading to the frozen north, bringing hay to the workers on the railroad. This is where her egg finally stopped its journey. For a time.<br /> <br />The egg had slipped from the cart and into a snowdrift without notice. Normally, an egg would simply freeze, the end. However, through some twist of luck or fate, her egg was buried into a snowdrift, so the temperature very gradually lowered, and she was blanketed continuously in the same temperature. Somehow, this effected how her body grew inside the egg.<br /> <br />Well, months passed, and with time slowed in her cozy-cold time capsule, the snow on the edges of the north melted, and she found herself adrift on a lazy, swollen river of meltwater. This swollen waterway drifted through the dark and dreary emptiness of the Crystal Empire, and on down to the rushing waters of Neighagara Falls, where it clashed with the current and the rushing falls, and as a group of salmon pushed to jump up the falls, her egg clattered into a naturally formed cave behind the falls, finally, after so much time, cracking. <br /> <br />Thus, Tundra was born. <br /> <br />Her scales were pale, her wings were petite, and her body so small. She grew almost to adulthood like a wild animal, picking off bugs and fish and the like for quite some time, before, as her intellect grew, she yearned to go farther than her simple little cave, which had, by now, been littered with all manner of shiny things--insect shells, sea shells, fish scales, and the walls gleamed with ice. <br /> <br />She wandered out with not a word of common tongue, and bumbled into the tracks of the railroad. She followed it for a time, until she heard voices. She followed the sound until she found the small town of Hollow Shades. <br /> <br />The ponies there were kind, but she still feared them, because she had never seen creatures as big as she was. She is an introvert, naturally, and has spent the last several years hiding in bushes and behind garbage cans and in between houses--listening. Learning. Practicing their words in her own mouth, finding they came to her rather easily. She would hide in the trees and watch fillies and colts as they learned their alphabet. She found she had a fast passion for learning, and even one night snuck into the schoolhouse and stole a set of school books and workbooks, along with a few utensils. She left behind, as payment, a set of miniature pony-shaped toys, all finely crafted in ice on the student's desk.<br /> <br />This became a common thing for the ponies of Hollow Shades. Things would go missing, and in their place would be ice sculptures. The library and quill shop were hit the hardest. She has yet to be caught and continues sneaking things and learning from ponies, though she has lately been debating travelling. The only time she has ever actually interacted with someone was when a passing Griffon merchant came through near the train tracks.<br />