Miranda
(#21958937)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.91 m
Wingspan
8.5 m
Weight
617.59 kg
Genetics
Lemon
Crystal
Crystal
Caribbean
Facet
Facet
Lemon
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Vocalist | Sylfiden Opera Company Driving Pride |
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Miranda stormed through the halls of the Opera House. Each step more thunderous than the last, dragons rushed out of the way as she marched towards her destination. Ophelia's elaborate double oak doors loomed over her, decorated with lavish decals of iconic performances the Opera has put on. Miranda used to get lost in the painted carvings, eyes glowing with pride as she imagined herself in the place of those legendary singers before her. But today was different. She had no time to lose herself in the glory of the past. The future of the Opera lay on the line. She raised her hand and brought it down on the door. Once, twice, three times. No reply. Miranda growled in frustration. Gritting her teeth, she pushed against the heavy doors and prying them open. Ophelia was lying in her opulent bed, still in the depths of sleep. Miranda wanted to scream. Instead, she settled for pointedly raising her voice. "Ophelia. Ophelia, we need to talk." No reply. Groaning, Miranda leaned over Ophelia's bed and gently shook her. "Ophelia. Ophelia!" "Wh-what? Miranda?" Finally. The other dragon sat up, eyes blinking rapidly before settling on Miranda. Ophelia sighed and rubbed her temples. "What now Miranda? It's been a long night." "Are you really going to let the Coven disrespect us like that?" Miranda barked, "I can't believe that Desdemona had the gal to interrupt our centennial performance of Flutterbun. She deserves to be punished, but no one is doing anything! Why isn't anyone doing anything? Shouldn't you be going to the council and fighting for our dignity? Our right as an institution to have our performances go unmarred?" Ophelia groaned, "It is way too early for this. Look, Gertrude has requested that none of the us get involved in the Coven's internal affairs. Our hands are tied." Miranda's eyes flared, "But why? I cannot just sit here and let the name of the Sylfiden Opera Company be tarnished because some witches had a squabble over who pukes more glitter than who!" Ophelia stared lazily at Miranda. For all her admiration of the primadonna, Miranda cannot help but want to strangle her at the moment. Her penchant for inaction was only being enabled by Gertrude's request. Miranda was seething. "Fine! I guess we'll just... do nothing!" As she turned to leave, Ophelia's lilting voice drifted up to her, "Let's put on a show." Miranda's ears perked. She turned. Ophelia smiled, "We'll just outdo last night's spectacle with one of our own. I'm thinking..." "Let's do Sylvan Jubilee." "Very well. Sylvan Jubilee it is. Our Company's signature piece, the one that put us on the map. I expected nothing less from you, Miranda." "Naturally." "For honor! For glory!" |
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