Squiggles
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Familiar
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.66 m
Wingspan
5.79 m
Weight
814.93 kg
Genetics
Ginger
Fade
Fade
Dirt
Trail
Trail
Cinnamon
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 12 Skydancer
EXP: 1997 / 38956
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
9
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
Squiggles
The brave ones, the weak ones, the only difference I see is how they move along
The brave ones, the weak ones, the only difference I see is how they move along
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To put it simply, Squiggles is a mercenary. She's young, reckless, friendly and thinks she can take on the world and will if she ever feels like she needs to. She's more so an ambivert, who prefers to act rather than speak. Her speech is fluent, but sort and to the point. She tends to forget to look before she leaps, which has caused her to end up in a number of situations that should've costed her life. She tends to struggle with academics, sitting still, and doing nothing. She's a workaholic, good at reading people and anticipating their needs from meeting so many and opened minded. Due to her welcoming nature, she's a little on the naive side and can be manipulated.
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Vulture
The sun had always beat down on the backs of dragons who resided and wandered aimlessly in Dragonhome for as long as the hatchling could remember. But she never remembered it had been so bright. Small, weak footsteps stumbled clumsily forward, once after the other. Above her, vultures circled eying the broken and skin and scales on her back and sides. She seemed to be the only source of fluid for miles, and it ran a bright red that made her feel dizzy and weak. She tried to ignore them, the vultures, the streams of red, and her eyes so dry she couldn't even cry. If she did, she'd remember... "Useless!" The thief's words rung out almost like wind-chimes in a rainstorm. Harsh. Sharp, and too loud. The tiny snapper felt the claws on her face, adding on the others across her body, "Damn brat!" The thief bellowed, her dark eyes glared at her icily, her left wing was bent at a strange angle, as if the bone had snapped in two, "If you'd just stopped squirming, I would've gotten you to the Plaguebringer by now! YOU WOULD'VE BEEN LOVED!" The thief of hatchlings cursed once more and limped away, shattered wing dragged across the dirt the whole time. Let the nearby clans reclaim the hatchling for all she cared. The hatchling wasn't worth it. The hatchling wasn't worth anything. That's why her parents had let her go at such a young age, in hopes she'd grow to something worthwhile. And she had ruined it.
Father
A pink and blue coloured fae in cobalt armour, spats and a broadsword at his hip sat beside the limp form of a sleeping brown snapper hatchling. She was just the tiniest bit bigger than him, and he knew she'd only grow. Such is the life of being a mentor as well as being one of the smallest breeds on FR. He sighed, heavily at the thought, and leaned back to lie on the kid's back. He had already gone through two apprentices, with this snapper he had named Squiggles being the third. A part of him wished he'd stop raising kids, knowing that he was going soft... But he wasn't that much of a liar to know he had always been soft, and only realized it through people like Jackdaw, and all the kids he had ended up adopting over the years. He supposed he was thinking a little too much before of them too, as Squiggles began to shift in her sleep because of him. He held a small grin and pushed himself off the mattress. For a moment, he took in the small cave he had set up his hideout in. It was connected and hidden in a larger cave complex, and only had the bare necessities, a running water pipe from an underground spring he set up himself; A colony of ghost roaches that fed on the bodies of animals he himself had also slain; a drawer and a many holes in the wall for the storage of the little items he carried, and now, a mattress for his newest student. He'd never call any of his students his offspring, and would never let them call him Dad, Pops, or Old Man. Not when he was around of course. But deep in his heart, he knew he couldn't stop himself from being one to them. A father. |
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