Cinnamon
(#40596068)
Level 1 Bogsneak
Familiar
Ultimate Buttersnake
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.72 m
Wingspan
4.77 m
Weight
541.85 kg
Genetics
Pearl
Tapir
Tapir
Pearl
Striation
Striation
Rose
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
A cheerful, upbeat Bog with a love of adventure, exploration and gravity-assisted flight!
"...So if I do this, and that, I should be able to...and, done! Perfect! Now to test it!"
The bogsneak puts away her quill and notepad, tucking them securely into the pile of blankets and cushions she's wrapped in against the cold. Like a hatchling burrito. She loosens her slightly stiff form with a shiver from nose to tail and raises her head, eyes closed, to feel the energy of the moon and starlight surrounding her - and, more importantly, the flow of gravity. After a mist-laden exhale, magenta eyes open, glowing with Arcane energy. The hatchling rises to her paws, shrugging off her blankets, to reset the angle of the telescope for the night. Research done, she moves to balance on the very edge of the observatory platform with only the river flowing through the ravine far below to catch her. Calming the fear cascading through her, she spreads her wings and concentrates, feeling the cosmos' flow through her own magic field. In through the left paw, out through the right.
One second she's standing in safety, the next she's falling. Upward. Using her wings for balance and tail for steering, the hatchling shoots herself into the sky. She's still a little wobbly, but her speed is remarkable. To the casual observer, she's little more than a faint pastel streak against the deep purple sky. Most bogsneaks are reluctant to fly - that fact didn't stop this particular little hatchling. She studied gravity and its workings until she could levitate large chunks of crystal and reverse the flow of a stream of snowmelt as easily as she can think. Pseudo-flight was the next challenge. Now gliding among the mountaintops, she adjusts the angle of her wings and moves her gravity anchor forward. She dodges around snowcap after snowcap, tailwind at her back, the lights of clans far below just glittering dots scattered among the darkened tundra, and she smiles, relaxed and exhilarated, and shouts her excitement into the sky.
Quick wardrobe concept sketches! (excuse the image quality)
The bogsneak puts away her quill and notepad, tucking them securely into the pile of blankets and cushions she's wrapped in against the cold. Like a hatchling burrito. She loosens her slightly stiff form with a shiver from nose to tail and raises her head, eyes closed, to feel the energy of the moon and starlight surrounding her - and, more importantly, the flow of gravity. After a mist-laden exhale, magenta eyes open, glowing with Arcane energy. The hatchling rises to her paws, shrugging off her blankets, to reset the angle of the telescope for the night. Research done, she moves to balance on the very edge of the observatory platform with only the river flowing through the ravine far below to catch her. Calming the fear cascading through her, she spreads her wings and concentrates, feeling the cosmos' flow through her own magic field. In through the left paw, out through the right.
One second she's standing in safety, the next she's falling. Upward. Using her wings for balance and tail for steering, the hatchling shoots herself into the sky. She's still a little wobbly, but her speed is remarkable. To the casual observer, she's little more than a faint pastel streak against the deep purple sky. Most bogsneaks are reluctant to fly - that fact didn't stop this particular little hatchling. She studied gravity and its workings until she could levitate large chunks of crystal and reverse the flow of a stream of snowmelt as easily as she can think. Pseudo-flight was the next challenge. Now gliding among the mountaintops, she adjusts the angle of her wings and moves her gravity anchor forward. She dodges around snowcap after snowcap, tailwind at her back, the lights of clans far below just glittering dots scattered among the darkened tundra, and she smiles, relaxed and exhilarated, and shouts her excitement into the sky.
Quick wardrobe concept sketches! (excuse the image quality)
*Trident is usually wrapped in magically reinforced feathers to keep the sharp edges from getting in the way and dulling. Can be removed for combat if necessary
*Fins are used for improved stability and steering during "flight". The extra abilities they grant in water are a bonus
*The various gems and beads are able to store extra magic for emergencies, Eragon-style
*The Buttersnake is named Meringue. She's very sweet-tempered, like her name suggests!
*Fins are used for improved stability and steering during "flight". The extra abilities they grant in water are a bonus
*The various gems and beads are able to store extra magic for emergencies, Eragon-style
*The Buttersnake is named Meringue. She's very sweet-tempered, like her name suggests!
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