Soltris

A drift on a cloud, lost in flow of time. One breath followed by another, day after day, decade after decade. A tear, a growl, a moan. The creature drifted down from his perch in the heavens. A wide blunt muzzle hid ivory teeth and lead the way to forest green eyes. On either side of his muzzle was a long whisp of silver hair that floated on unseen winds. Two long horns sprout from behind his eyes, at a foot and half long with a slight curve towards his body, they were as black as onyx. His cerulean mane flowed along his spine down to his tail which was a spade of crimson fur. His body slender, but finely toned, is unclad to reveal his pearlescent scales. The creature would change from white to cyan to royal blue depending on lighting and angle. The softer belly scales of were merely a steel blue. The four paws he walks on have but three toes a piece, two in front one in back with a claw on each. Still clutching small tufts of cloud he would pass by, gone back to the skies to hide in the clouds. A mystery, a whisper, a Tatsu.

As a Tatsu, Soltris is a representation of spirituality and imperial power. A descendant of many influential dragons that guided the Japanese society to a brighter future. Next in line to guide the current emperor to even greater heights and provide insight as needed. His was a life of luxury and splendor. That is what he would like to think.

His past, present, and future will never run that coarse as they are now, his line of destiny has strayed far. Soon after hatching he wandered off to explore, before his clan knew of his disappearance he had already managed to get himself quite lost after stumbling into a river and being carried off. It's sad he would never know the love that they had for him, searching far and wide for him for months even. After a long night of being terrified in the woods he was found a herd of cows. Raised as calf he was just another bovine in the herd, though he did have some unusual habits of catching fish to eat instead of grass. He stayed on the farmers land hiding whenever someone would come near. This all worked out well until he was a few years old and already reaching close to six feet long. Between his length and coloration he wasn't able to hide from the villagers very well anymore and took his leave.

He would keep mostly to river systems, only leaving for extended periods of time to sleep. For the next few years of his life he fended as best for himself as he could manage. Over the years he would discover but one of the many abilities his linage should have, the ability to manipulate clouds and ride them to the sky's. He first discovered this when he was fourteen but did not master it until the time that his 'coming of age' ceremony would have happened, eighteen. Since then he has kept mostly to the clouds descending only to feed.

He did this routine, alone, and terrified of the world. Then one night a terrible storm brewed, gale force winds and more lightning strikes then could be imagined. He never flies in this weather and kept to the ground. Fate was not on his side once again though, a rouge ball lightning danced across the ground shooting straight for the cave he took refuge in. Unaware, lost in dreamland, he was struck. At twenty-three his years of hiding from villagers and foot soldiers had come to an end. Found and captured, with no ability to really fight back he was an easy target. He's been put of for auction many times but none want a dragon with as much apparent bad luck as him self. So he waits, drifting along from slave handler to slave handler, waiting for the day fate decides to be kind to him.