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Valoran

(#45039548)

it/they

Achibre

Surf Strider

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

5.93 m

Wingspan

5.1 m

Weight

809.03 kg

Genetics

Ivory
Wasp

Buttercup
Bee

Peacock
Capsule

Hatchday

Sep 09, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Bogsneak

Eye Type

Plague
Primal

Level 5 Bogsneak

EXP: 1031 / 5545

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QCK

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Biography

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VALORAN
The Wandering Madness

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No breath. Breathe. No. Air. Too much air. A nauseating kaleidoscope of visuals swimming quickly from every possible direction- One floor, four floors,-No! Close your eyes. Yes, alright. Breathe? Yes. Something tickled. In and out, wafting across the throat, caressing teeth. Feathers. Concentrate on the feathers. An irritating sensation. Good. No, we don't like that- I like that. Some time had certainly passed. How much, they couldn't say. They had become, or wanted to become, an object so badly. Something made of stone, of wood, of cloth. Something under the bright sunlight, caressed by the wind, and on the horizon would be a light rain shower, and a butterfly, ...What color would this butterfly be? Did it matter? It mattered more than anything in the entire world.

Yellow was a nice bright color, the spill of sunlight onto wings. It was also the color, however, of infection. No, no yellow. Orange? A nice autumn warmth. No. The thought of chunks slapping wetly on the ground, skittering sounds in the distance- Never, then. Green was the grass, the trees, the -corrosive painful dripping- No, then. No!

Red was simply out of the question. The multitude of what seemed to feel and look as though thousands of wonderful red feathers adorned them, that was true. The feathers were good, they were lovely and soft, the feathers were from the before times, And yet...
Blood existed, and a multitude of shiny eyes in the darkness, patterned and segmented lines between the deepest black. Red was enough to remain clutching and coveting oneself, holding in a caring embrace. We would-I would not add more red. No, something else then.
With a physical jolt that was startling and almost electric, they came upon the answer. A soft powder blue. Yes, that was perfect.

The sky would be blue, the clouds white and cream, and here comes a small, soft butterfly gently floating forward on it's way to visit... It was perfect. Everything was-

Painful!

Sharp agonizing stabs and tense muscles, adrenaline thump thumping through overworked veins.
There were new spots in the whirl of vision, dark ones threatening to overtake the very sense itself. Would that now be so bad? But if they gave in, and allowed themselves to heed the call, come back to the unit, work as one, there is a job we must consider- No job. No jobs and no work and no unit, no killing and no violence no more of it the images are already seared into the mind..! As it should be.

This new thought was met first with a sudden blank reaction, but quite rapidly it built into an explosion of anger. Never! Maybe a job again, but not this one, and not now.Someday there will be no more jobs, and no more hive, and someday the patience of the red feathers will be rewarded and their ever longing pathway back to a world of before would be followed without inhibition.

Today, their caress was the most important thing, the feel of them overtaking the angry frantic skittering of the mind until all was calm and self assured again. The sky overhead was blue again, a bird flew in the distance, trees thrived all around, the grass swayed gently in a warm breeze perfumed by the most relaxing of flowers, and the powder blue butterfly in the mind's eye was again making the trek forward to say, Hello, my friend! How are you, today, you are loved, you are cared for, you did so well at our flower finding game the other day, I've just come to say, I appreciate you....

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lore by Onceler
coding by Taytenn#339149
columns by the windbloom

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Quote:

Q: Valoran, what made you first revolt against or break away from the hivemind?

A: Valoran seemed at war with this question, what teeth they could move already clamped tightly shut. The subtle click of chitin filled the air as they thought of an answer that would appeal to both their hive instinct and dragon instinct.

"We have tasted freedom once, just briefly as a grub.
The memory is well forgotten at this point,
but the familiarity of the escape is undeniable.
We have chosen this route so that we may be for once,
alone in our thoughts.

Truly alone."

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