Should the Queen choose [DRAGON]

Ooc: nah, as long as you know you are an intermediate. Staff can check your profile so no need owo I mean, you will rise in rank the more classes you take. Speaking of which, there is an inter class ready after you get your dragon. Might start another cause you guys need to get to the fun classes ewe

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So, it was finally time. Hell yeah! He hadn't been able to give out starter dragons in forever! he was starting to worry all the freshmen would run off before they ever got a chance to get the big boys and girls. This was going to be so epic.

It would not be wrong to say Mirun had the mentally of  hippie teenager. That was exactly it, usually. Unless he had the mentality of a cranky old man or one of an actual adult. He mainly went with the six year old that was seeing dragons for the first time because why the hell not? He bred these dragons. He hatched them from their eggs, he fed them, he watched their parents, took care of them, and now look at them! Mirun was in charge for caring for all the dragons, regardless if he was Keeper or not. Feeding time was usually his job with the dragons that didn't have a keeper. He was a breeder. It was his job.

Knowing every little things about these guys was his job! It was also his job, as a master professor and one of the heads of the school, to pick out a dragon that the student in question could get along with. Speaking of which, he was late. He sent out the note, but got caught by some idiot who thought it would be wise to feed a hoard of Stingers, his Stingers, an eel. To say in short, he was having fun holding their head underwater. Not to drown them, but to get the point across that no one touched or messed with his Stingers and lived to tell the tale. That's all.

He skidded to a stop, dust flying from where he came to a sudden halt, almost tipping over if it wasn't for Sebastian (the alpha Speed Stinger of Mirun's pack) grabbing his arm with his sharp teeth to keep him from face planting. "Sorry!" Mirun sighed out, catching his breath. "Was... uh, helping a student. Yeah, that." He gave a grin and went over to the stable doors, pushing them open. Sebastian ran inside, his stinger tail swishing. "Oh, watch his tail. Don't want you paralyzed for a month." They were called Stingers for a reason.

"So, what are you thinking about? Give me a dragon species you want to see and I'll see what I can whip up." At that point, Mozart walked in, the Nightmare eying the student before getting a chin rub from Mirun. Unlike Sebastian, the other dragons would listen to the Nightmare, least they want to have a brawl on their hands.

So, a Nadder, a Drum, and a Nightmare? Good choices, especially for dragons that would protect and serve. He knew. Mirun remembered the day he got Mozart. He couldn't fight very well, hell, he still can't, but the Nightmare protected him in all the dangers he faced. Even when Mirun met Sebastian and his pack about... what? Five years ago? That was terrifying, running from a Stinger pack and almost getting killed. If it wasn't for Mozart, Mirun could have kissed this world goodbye.

"Nadder first it is!" He purred, looking to Mozart. The Nightmare gave a small nod and stalked off, giving a deep, rumbling growl at the Nadder pen, going in it only to be leading a Nadder out. Her scales were an onyx black, some white specks here and there, mixed in with some silver. She walked over to Mirun, getting a nose pat before he let her go over to stand in front of the boy and his Terror.

"This girl is a doll," Mirun said, "pride of the Nadders I've ever bred. She's young, and a little on the silly side, but she's a tough girl that will gladly fight for you and defend you." He stepped forward to take hold of her tail, petting the silver spikes down.  "So, which do you want to see next?" He patted her side, letting her step back, Mozart giving her a look before stalking closer to the pens again, ready to get another.