A razzle dragon sat on the edge of an icy pond, soaking its long legs. It stretched both out of the ice bath, winced, and set them back in...
THE NIGHT BEFORE
The razzle dragon, limber and spry, ran through the Vale gathering attention with mouth-clicks, chirps, and exuberant wing flapping. A nearby vanguard dragon snickered at the peculiar display.
On the outskirts of the Vale, A lumberjack of a wizard had cast an auto-axe spell and watched it methodically chop a tall oak. The razzle dragon sped by and caught the working wizard’s eye. He walked away from the spell with only inches left intact on the trunk. The swaying tree released a loud CRACK and alarmed the amused vanguard dragon. It came running around the corner just in time to divert the falling tree with its strong wings. THUD! The tree struck the ground a few feet from the Hibernation Cave.
On a thick wooded trail, an ignite dragon led a pack of baby dragons on a hike to wild dragon treats. The ignite dragon blasted branches and thorns out of their path with precision breath magic. The razzle dragon flew overhead, cawing and gesturing to anyone below it to follow. The ignite dragon got distracted and followed the hoopla. The baby ignite dragons stopped walking when they were faced with an impenetrable thicket. The dutiful vanguard dragon appeared shortly thereafter and landed near the hatchlings. It cleared a path for them but in turn became encased in thorns and prickly branches.
In the center of town, a witch was as busy as a busby dragon painting her house when the razzle dragon skipped by squawking and waving. The witch thought something important must be happening for this fabulous fanfare, so she followed the rabble-rousing razzle dragon too. Unfortunately, the velocity of the witch’s levitating paint globs increased as soon as she left. It appeared as if her neighbor might be the recipient of an unwanted home makeover, until the resourceful vanguard dragon flew in front of the rogue paint and flapped its enormous wings. Of course, the paint went straight up in the air and rained down on the poor, selfless soul trying to help avert disaster.
When the winded, scathed, and painted spellform dragon caught up with the razzle dragon, it loudly and proudly waltzed into the Colosseum. The vanguard dragon stopped, shook its head, and turned around.
PRESENT DAY
The razzle dragon stepped out of the ice bath and calmly stood on one leg to dry off. It tucked its head under its wing and snoozed away.
*This dragon must be level 4 or higher to wear a Style
9,999 during Bright Wild Nights.
