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Vidar can hang from his tail or be displayed sitting! He's happy either way!

LOTS and LOTS more photos of Vidar than just the 5 Etsy allows can be seen on my Artuit site at:
http://alittlecharacter.com/dragon_vidar.html

Photos of him hanging from his tail and sitting down, photos of every angle, closeups etc can be seen there.

Character dimensions in Inches: 5.25 x 4 x 2.75

The time of war was a distant memory.
No longer did Vidar carry it's heavy toll upon his armored shoulders. Silvery violet plates that shone like polished steel in the sunlight were once blackened with soot, nicked and cracked from enemy weapons...now they were just adornments like his horns and scaly skin, the passing of time erasing the burden of battles fought. Easing the heaviness that once dragged on his heart, cooled the raging fires of pain in his soul that made him once scorch the earth as if he could spit out the horror of what he'd become.
Vidar smiled, the tolerant, amused smile of one who recognized a path of memory best left un-explored. Let it grow choked with weeds so that he forgot the way to those times, he would not choose to relive them in real life so he would not go back to them in thought if he could help it... Yet they still lingered, a grey shadow at the back of his mind....fading more each day...but still there.
Vidar shrugged away the memories, rolling his shoulders, gazing outward at the beauty around him .
The day was warm, filled with sweet scents and soft breezes and war was a word that was all but forgotten..as it should be.
He dragged a lungful of cool air into his chest, breathing the scent of flowers and tree bark and the clear fragrance of river water just beyond the hill. He let the perfume of life sweep away the last fragments of memories, banishing the haunting remains of charred landscapes from his mind.
At the moment all was as it should be, he drew in another breath, expanding his chest until he thought he would burst with it, holding the sweetly scented air inside as long as he could, relishing the taste of peace. The quiet, the birdsong in the air, the whisper of trees as the leaves rustled in the wind.
He shook himself, un-folding his wings, letting the air catch in them like sails so that he began to gently swing from the branch he clung to.
Earlier he'd passed the morning hurtling through the skies above, a shimmering streak of purple. Blasting through the misty clouds, pressing himself faster and faster until the landscape beneath him seemed to eb and flow, changing from mountains to sea, trees, mountains to trees again, if it were not for the chill wind in his face Vidar could almost imagine it was he that was still and the land moving beneath him.
His days were spent idly now, slow and gentle, the pressures of the past erased. No longer did his body's natural armor weigh him down as he flew, a constant reminder of his duty to battle, now, lightened by time he felt feather light. He spun in the air as he flew, rolling and twisting, swimming through the sky. Long tail undulating behind him, his wings lifting him higher at the faintest wish to do so, clinging tighter to him when he arrowed straight towards the earth, free falling for the fun of it.
The FUN of it...
He chuckled, dry raspy laugh caught by the rushing air and swept away. He did as he pleased for the fun of it now and it was wonnnnnnnnderful.
When he grew tired of flying and free falling he scanned the ground with glittering green eyes, looking for a suitable place to rest. He had his pick, so many choices that sometimes he fell into delighted laughter again, recognizing that the most pressing decision of the day was whether to curl up on the soft grass along side a river or hang from a sturdy tree branch to rock away the afternoon.
The tree branch won, this time. He sighted a tall, sturdy looking oak and angled his body towards it, lifting his wings up and back, slowing his descent. He let the leaves envelop him, quick reflexes helped him avoid most of the branches and tough scales protected him from those he couldn't. A light shower of still green acorns fell from the tree as Vidar crawled down through a world of vibrant, living green towards the base of the trunk below, choosing a branch along the way to wind his sinewy tail about, finally releasing the tree from his grasp and lowering by his tail alone until his horned head was free of the branches, almost brushing the ground he hung, contented. Happy.
The tree creaked from his weight, Vidar thought it a pleasing sound and he rubbed the bark with one delicate paw, grinning widely with his own pleasure.
There was nothing like a tree for solid, quiet companionship. He'd missed them terribly when they were gone...there was a time he'd mourned their loss....wondered if they were gone forever....but slowly, time crawled forward and even the most barren bits of land were born again. Blossoming, new trees sprung from the soil where their seeds had slept and now those same trees were no longer babies but quiet giants, tall and proud once more...a bit like himself Vidar admitted.
He swung a little faster until his body was close to the trunk of the tree and held himself there with his paws, he pressed his scaly cheek against the bark, there was no heart beat or pulse to answer his own and yet...the quiet, steady thrum of life tickled his senses, it was a good tree. They all were.
And Vidar had survived, just as they had, reborn, no longer a warrior but just...alive, in the moment, contented to while away the time in gentle peace, swinging on a tree branch.



Vidar can hang from his tail or be displayed sitting! He's happy either way!

LOTS and LOTS more photos of Vidar than just the 5 Etsy allows can be seen on my Artuit site at:
http://alittlecharacter.com/dragon_vidar.html

Photos of him hanging from his tail and sitting down, photos of every angle, closeups etc can be seen there.

Character dimensions in Inches: 5.25 x 4 x 2.75
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