Running Wild

vy·da·rr ; forest warrior

Cranky, sparsely-worded and a simple drake to the core.
Giant from a potion and even larger from dominance and adulthood, fit from his training and the pit. A recipe for a suitably terrifying mature drake. A lumbering, lazy nature belies how fast the drake can be on his feet, and especially in the air. With an ego big enough to outmatch anything else on the farmstead, Vidarr concerns himself most with the simple instincts one would expect a dominant drake to pursue; fighting, hens, territory, food. Drakes might be known to be a bit simple and thick-headed... but this one is thick. It must be a testament of his loyalty that Lethalia is one of the only things able to take priority over his drakely duties. Most of the time.
Dubiously honored with causing Lethalia's largest scars during a breaking; also known as her favorite companion in spite of it.

Stark has a calmness about him that one might find acceptable in another species - but in an adult drake it's a rather unnerving trait. It matches his complexion, paler than normal for a brown, and washed-out amber eyes. His stint as a dominant drake left him a little larger, along with maturity granted him the heavy-lithe build reminiscent of an aged buck.
Stark's bizarre pallor seems to be the consequence of his cold injection. It worked as it should to create a beast with winter's breath, but came along with blood that runs cold as ice, a reptile frigid to the touch and yet still somehow alive. His chilled blood causes him to frost over when stationary, giving him a ghost-like appearance at times. If sighted with his rimed coating shaken off, one could see that Stark is also beginning to grey, just like any other aging animal - aside from the fact that he's quite young. Nonetheless, his face has lost almost all of it's pigment to the point of grey spotting appearing on his horns, and the white of his underbelly and wingtips slowly encroaching on more space.

es·ti ; honey, sweet

Esti may be sweet but she's opinionated and even without a ribbon, will get what she wants.
Even as a hatchling, she had a strong brooding instinct, constantly making small nests out of whatever material she could find. She grew up and the behavior persisted, and Lethalia ended up having to give up a nests' worth of galabex hides; it's not a terrible trade if it means everything else remains intact. She loves babies, to a very strongly maternal degree that seems to be mostly unusual among Sarane. Esti's quite doting with them, and certainly seems like the type who would readily steal a nestling from another hen. At least it means she's a great caretaker of the hatchlings.
Undeniably the dominant matriarch over the lesser hens.

ee·v·eye·loh ; wolf

'Vay' is bold, human-social and dominant - what more could someone ask for in a hen?
Well.. it's still kind of hard to take her out around drakes, but dominance chilled her out around them some. She likes going with her owner to sell stuff at her cart, happily socializing with any humanoid passerby.. and likely scaring off any would-be customers with drakes.
There's still no arguing that she lives in the living room, right in front of the fireplace. It's nice there's no hen-squabbles for space with one domineering hen roosting in the house, at least?

ju·ni·pur ; a cold-hardy evergreen that produces dusty blue berries- the flavoring in gin

Juniper's a bit smaller up close than the way she carries herself would suggest. She might be a bit intimidating, but don't let what looks to be a scowl on her brow fool you. Up until recently, she was just a big baby. Her small scales almost look like water droplets dispersed across her hide, catching the light so that she gleams.

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