Recent content by Ermolai Vetrov

Seeing his soap disposed of in such a manner, was almost like a personal insult. You don't try to eat gifts and then throw them! That was some fine soap she had so rudely discarded. Coupled with this boy's swearing, and now the wands, it was all getting way out of hand. Ermolai was here to find...

Ermolai's nose twitched when it was touched, making his eyes squint slightly as it did so. He did not like the gesture, coupled with the fact that she smelt worse than a dragon's den that hadn't been cleaned for much too long. From his pocket he retrieved a bar of soap, before handing it to her...

So many things had happened all in one go - Ermolai could barely keep up. His shiny was stolen from him, and it felt like all the colour had gone from the world - or was it just the dark alley? A smell invaded his nostrils, and his sniffled as Monty backed up. His mouth dropped - but not at the...

Ermolai jumped to a stop, now positioned back in front of his friend, trying to reign himself in. "If only I could Monty. I'd be sure to be as far away from everything as possible, and breathe out smoke rings!" He flicked the locket into the air, and caught it again. "Sure is shiny for an old...

Ermolai, seeing as he was not yelled at to return to his previous position, circled around to stand in front of Monty and tilted his head at the item. "It's certainly not from a dragon," he stated, stroking his chin after pretending to intensely evaluate the item. He then waggled his eyebrows...

Ermolai frowned like a child whose sweets were plucked form him as he was instructed to remain where he was. Like that was going to happen - he wanted to see the shiny thing too! Trying to sneak about inconspicuously, he paused when his shoes made noise, and told them to be quiet much louder...

Ermolai, as if noticing for the first time that perhaps this was not the safest area on the planet, looked around with widened eyes. He then shook his head fervently. "Oh, don't be such a worry-wart, it's perfectly safe." He stepped away from the door, and gestured further down the way with wide...

Determined/OutOfTen Not a better trait, in my opinion!

Mate!

"I'm looking for dragons!" Ermolai piped up excitedly. "Specifically, the Antipodean Opaleye. Such a pretty creature!" Never mind the fact that dragons were huge and would most definitely not be found in such an area.

"Indeed you have, Monty," he replied, extending his hand upon realising that he was not recognised. Monty had barely changed, the same could not exactly be said for Ermolai. He was a lot paler than he once was, with crazier hair. he also constantly smelt like burning embers, but he'd learnt to...

Ermolai recently came to New Zealand looking for a holiday. After nearly losing all of his hair through dragon fire (as well as a nice set of robes!) he decided a nice holiday that would also be coupled with studying the Antipodean Opaleye, once he found it. As he wandered down the path, he...