#pucando

Puck recoiled as the tiny dino screamed, his ears flattening back as he stood up tall and glared down at the orange sorcerer with irritation.

“Don’t scream in my face, Ripto. You’ve seen a dragon before.” The learning Magic Crafter said, “And I’ve never seen you so tiny before. Did you get into a mishap with a size or aging spell?”

In the Wizard Peaks of the Magic Crafter’s realm, a young dragon sat on a high ledge, nose tucked into a large book. He’d been reading this one book for past three hours, and had begun to look like a statue perched up on that mountain cliff. Puck absolutely adored his studies, but nothing could fascinate him more than crystals and charms, which was the main subject of the huge piece of literature in his claws.

As he finished reading the page he was on, he turned it to find that he’d read all the way to the glossary. Huffing in disappointment, the learning Magic Crafter gently shut the book and slowly stood up, stretching his long legs a little before looking down at the area below his perch.

dear sweet precious babey pucando my beloved

Real quick lemme list some of my more 'itching to talk about' OCs.

Dejan, Toadly, Topazel, Valou, Dejan but World of Warcraft, uhhhh Dejan but a furry.

And now to touch on the lad you mentioned.

PUCANDO. OOOHHMYGOSH I had NO IDEA anyone still thought about him, my sweet Spyro OC boy who got adopted by Mudada (whomst I used to write/roleplay as a while back, god I wish I could hold any sort of consistency with post-based roleplay these days.)

Pucando is the elder of two adopted dragon hatchlings. He's the older brother of Lilace, who was more of a unicorn-themed design compared to Pucando's electric guitar storm wizard ideas.

He was a mix between a Magic Crafter and Dream Weaver, his specialty being electric lullabies that echoed from the peaks and if needed, into nightmares to wake the poor dreamer caught in them.

I regret not delving more into his character and developing him more, but I definitely do still have a massive soft spot for Mudada and the soft, dreamy fluff that he is. I hope that somehow, I can pull together the ability to have that wonderful plushie grandpa back in my hands.

“Oh okay, go ahead, scream.” Puck said with a roll of his eyes, opening his book for a moment and looking up a spell. Once he’d found the spell he was looking for he reached into one of the inner pockets of his vest and pulled out a stem of fresh chamomile.

He stared at the sprig of chamomile, silently repeating the spell in his head before exhaling a puff of flame onto the flowers, setting them on fire. Puck then shook the flame out and left the chamomile smoldering.