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Rivil is some twenty-six years old. He has scales over most of his body and a twenty-foot wingspan. Fur glides down his back, tantalizing and promising comfort. Branched antlers reside atop his skull, regal yet pointed to stay out of the way. Like a deer's, they shed annually. Talons are rounded, fairly useless for combat though it offers less chance to gore one's companion.
Regrettably, the warm fur and cool scales are seldom touched. A distrustful attitude greets any who approach. A great deal of patience is required to befriend this drake, though he will not hesitate to join in chatter. A noble air and powerful body warn of his ego, and a gleaming green eye will remind if the fore proves insufficient.
Despite the cold exterior, Rivil's blood burns with heat. He is a very physical creature, but will seldom, if ever allow himself to be pleased. The seclusive location upon his lower belly allows the heat's product to be concealed, though not when temptation is in the air. It becomes much too large to hide.
I do not know the artist, but an accurate representation of him is within. He can, minimally, control flame and enjoys having candles about.
