Rylrosdiag

Rylrosdiag is an eastern dragon, of long and lithe form. Shimmering green eyes, and a long, serpentine body are his defining features. Standing about four feet tall at the shoulder, and being some twenty feet from snout to tail, he is an imposing figure to many a human and other, lesser beast. Though smaller than many other dragons, he is no less powerful, having immense magical abilities, ties to his affinity with the water, and the rivers, specifically. He is a guardian spirit of immeasurable age, being a creature of the very earth itself.

Often stoic and cold on the surface, he is quite the sympathetic, understanding sweetheart deep-down. But with uncountable thousands of years of life comes the knowledge that no person, dragon, or other sentient creature can be trusted at face value. The kindest faces and warmest smiles can hide the most ill of intent, and his singular duty is to maintain his river home, and keep its waters pristine and clear.

A mane of greenish blue fur falls lengthily from the along neck, and the top of his head, running down his spine along his entire body, and stopping midway down his tail. His eyes are sharp and inquisitive, and seem piercing and menacing at first, with their intensity, and his scales are of shimmering, off-white hue. He has two long, slightly curved, and tapered horns that emerge from his brow, between his two wolflike ears, pointed and able to turn in many directions, or lay flat. He has clawed paws at the end of each leg, and a tuft of fur is present at the end of his long tail.

His tongue is long, forked, and prehensile, and his tail is also prehensile. Able to grasp and manipulate things with his forepaws, as well, he is just as dexterous, if not moreso, than the average human, with his two extra appendages that can aid him. He lives in a den alongside his river, adorned with furs and pelts, as well as soft grasses and fragrant herbs lining his bed. He has a small, makeshift kitchen set up, where he can butcher meats, process foods, and cook above a neatly built hearth in the center of his cavern-home.

His genitalia consist of two identical penises, that emerge from a genital slit, positioned between his hind legs, a ways in front of his tailhole. His penises are long, thick at the base, and tapered towards the tip. Smooth, ending in pointed tips, pink in color, and prehensile. They are able to coil, grasp, and even manipulate objects if he choses, and this can lead to some very interesting scenarios when it comes time for him to mate.

His personality is amicable, he has a tendency to be nonchalant until he feels comfortable enough to drop his guard with a newcomer. Which does not take long, if they are a true and genuine sort. He is able to see through facades and pleasantries disguising ill intentions better than any human could. His long life has made him an expert in it, and he is nearly infallible with his ability to see through deception, and his ability to sniff out bad characters.

With his friends, he is soft, tender, and often very eager to coil around them protectively, and snuggle them, especially if they are smaller in stature, like a human or an anthro of some sort. Though he absolutely will coil around another dragon, even one lager than him, if he is close to them and feels like snuggling with someone.

His sexual preference leans neither towards males nor females, but comes entirely down to personality, being demisexual. He has no outright interest in the physical form, and doesn't find anyone sexy, unless they are a good friend and there's a compatibility there. Then he's all about them, though, in a respectful manner.

Consent is key with him, in anything he does. Be it healing, aiding, or even coming along for a simple walk. By his very nature, he makes sure the other is comfortable with his presence, being used to his figure being potentially frightening, and not wanting to frighten anyone or anything undeservedly. This extends to the bedroom, as well. And it goes both ways. He will actively fight tooth and nail on anyone or anything that attempts to try anything funny with him, when he's not consenting. He WILL bite.

He is able to fly, and additionally, his magical powers include things such as healing magic, invisibility, and a wide array of ways to manipulate or use water in mysterious and esoteric ways. He has honed his magical abilities and his prowess in general over his innumerable years, and he is a force to be reckoned with, if angered or put in danger. Though he cannot die of old age or illness, he can be slain. Not that it would be easy or wise to do so, as to kill a spirit of the earth is to damage the very earth itself, and his river would dry up and no longer nourish the lands it flows through.

He keeps no traditional hoard, but prefers to live off of the land. A master forager and hunter, he is never without food to share to a weary traveler or those seeking aid or advice. Kind but cold, is is general demeanor, with passersby, as he keeps his aforementioned guard up until he knows he can trust someone.