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Mirya » Lair » Jill
Level 25
Wildclaw Female
Jul 10, 2013 (6 years)
Stats Growth
PrimaryBlood Iridescent
SecondaryCrimson Shimmer
TertiaryBrown Spines
Eye TypePlague Common
Energy: 48 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Clan Matriarch

| Old dragon - 6 digit| First Gen|♡ Never for Trade or Sale ♡
Present from Makoes

~ D R A G O N ~ B I O G R A P H Y ~
The spacial rift opened and she fell through. `Another reality.. or am I finally home?´ The thoughts went through her head - then she saw the light... no this was not home...The conjures of the world began slowly to emerge. .. `Ahh this is a game about dragons she thought.´ She had gotten use to becoming different beings so having to be a dragon did not become her as odd. She could even choose what she wanted to become. `I go with the one the call Wildclaws -I liked dinosaurs back on Earth, these are not that different. I like the cunning look of the Wildclaws.´ she thought to herself.

She had learned to disguise her presents in the games she had been in. It´s not every day a person falls into a digital world ..`How long has it been now?´ She tried to keep track of the dates but it was hard as every reality she had been in had it´s own time. This seemed no different..

`First tasks first.. Learn to blend in...Not mention who you are or where you are from. They wont understand where you are from...How do I do this best here ? I can choose between clans.. ughn I hate that.. but I got no choise. I like red so I go with the flight they call Plague... not a pleasant word though´ Her thoughts kept running through her head.. but now she had chosen...

As usual her landing was not smooth. She had yet to learn how to control the landing sequence.. it was always different so hard to get used to. Luckily she landed in an abandoned area. As usual her energy vessel changed it´s outer layout to blend into the area. This time in form of a ship..It suited her fine, she could use it to get away from land later on.

She still had her some of her form from the last place she visit and she chose a quiet place to start the molt. It was always in a form of a shell of some sort, what ever fitted the place she visited. She thought nothing of it.. it was all part of getting to know the new place.

The metamorphosis took longer than expected. But she had gotten use to the process. Her body needed to fit in to the new place. But eventually the egg hatched. First creatures she met was two dragons, smaller than her. They looked scared and it did not help that she had yet to get used to how not to overuse her powers. Every world she gotten to her powers were different but always greater than the ordinary.. Guess it comes with age and traveling through many worlds, taken one form by the other.

She followed the dragons to their home and assured them that she meant no harm.. They given her a name; Jill. She liked the dragons there but she did noticed the battle for survival, the air were also filled with something she has yet to determine.. She did not want to linger here long but she had no way of knowing when the next rift would open.

Almost immediately after becoming matriarch of the clan she had begun repairs on the ship her egg was found on. After being left at the rim of the Wyrmwound the rot has taken a great deal of toe on the ship. After almost 3 years the brig was done. As usual her ship was protected by an impregnable force field. It was always bigger on the inside which always took the occupants of the world she came to by surprise

She pulled the brig down to the waters southeast of The Scarred Wasteland and launched it into the water. All the clan was excited to see where they were headed. She had made it clear from the beginning that this was not a ship meant for war, this was for exploration, and all on her crew were not to harm anyone. She knew they had to hunt for food but she made sure that it was made quick and painless. No other form of violence were tolerated, so despite the fierce look on many of the dragons in her crew, she makes sure that no one does anything to harm any one.

She smiled to herself. At least her ship offered a safe haven. Even with a world filled with strife and war, she knew from experience that the force field were impregnable. She loved setting sail and going offshore... away from the territorial turfs the dragons seam to be having. She enjoyed seeing more and more dragons join her, she found happiness in knowing that they wanted to live peacefully too. What they have done in the past she rarely thought about it, they were welcome as long as they followed the rules on board.

;- Bio text by myself.

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