Drake
(#51016673)
Plants with teeth
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.33 m
Wingspan
3.31 m
Weight
239.75 kg
Genetics
Forest
Jaguar
Jaguar
Peridot
Rosette
Rosette
Umber
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Tundra
EXP: 205 / 5545
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
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Drake is nothing if not a diligent worker, green
Raised almost exclusively by his mother, Demelza, her devil-may-care attitude about interacting with dangerous magics and self-preservation had a profound impact on this derg. As soon as he could reasonably understand the risks and consequences of sticking his nose into the unexplored, Demelza let him loose in her lab, letting him pour all manners of magically-imbued chemicals onto whatever he pleased (and was of minimal value!). Noticing that he had a talent for maintaining plant life, his mother invested in an indoor gardening set for him, and the rest was history. The combination of haphazard magic use and plant life, particularly cacti, was alluring, and soon dominated his every project. As an adult, he opened the Terror-arium as part-store, part-playground for his experiments, where he works diligently to this day. If this derg's nose got any closer to the grindstone, it would be shaven clean off. He is an incredibly hard worker, which is exactly what his vast collection needs in order to continue thriving. Owning a collection of succulents challenging even the Gladekeeper's private collection, the amount of daily work that is involved in his day-to-day maintenance and care of his gorgeous but freakish indoor garden means that he has very little time for socialization - something this natural introvert greatly appreciates about his hobby. Despite no longer living in his birth clan, he often makes visits to his mother, whom he holds a great deal of affinity for.
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"If it doesn't strike the fear of the Arcanist Itself into my chest or has, like, a bare minimum of forty-five milligrams of poison, I don't want anything to do with it."
“Wait, you need to help me this!” Drake whispered it rather than screamed, for it was still early in the morning and he didn’t want to wake the neighbors. But his assistant didn’t hear—or ignored him. The Coatl flapped away down the corridor, leaving Drake alone with a very aggressive, very hungry greater Janustrap.
Drake sighed. “Just another day at work.” Except it wasn’t. He normally didn’t take deliveries so early in the day, but many dragons tended to freak out when they saw the plants he handled. Sure, there was a market for botanical behemoths such as this, but it wasn’t what he would call mainstream. (Or acceptable, as disapproving citizens would say.)
He would have to get the Janustrap to his shop on his own. If other dragons woke up and saw it sitting in the middle of the passage, there’d be hell to pay. Drake flung a treat at it and then tried pulling the cart forward, but it was soon clear that he was fighting a losing battle. Without an assistant to bait the plant, both of the Janustrap’s heads were focused on him, and he was forced to skip away from the cart as they tried to bite his ears off.
He was soon at his wits’ end. When he heard a door open, he didn’t even bother looking up; it was probably just some early riser, out to yell at him for waking them up and endangering passersby.
“Oh, wow, a greater Janustrap!”
“Wow”? That usually meant...something good, right? The door of the nearby teahouse had opened, and the proprietor, a Pearlcatcher, had tiptoed out. She stared at the Janustrap, her eyes wide with awe, and oohed and aahed under her breath.
She wasn’t screaming yet, at least. Drake decided to push his luck. “Erm, good morning, Miss, uh...”
“Artemis. I’m Artemis. I run the teahouse over there. Say, you’re Drake, right? You run the plant store, the Ter...Terri...”
“The Terror-arium.” Drake said it warily. “You’ve...heard of it, I guess?”
Artemis’ eyes shone. “Have I ever! Is this one of your babies? What an amazing thing! I never thought I’d see one up close; they grow deep in the marshes of the Tangled Wood. Is it going to one of these buildings?”
“It’s going to my shop, actually. I had an assistant who was keeping the heads distracted, but they nipped out some of his feathers, so he took off.” With a weary sigh, Drake stood up. “I’d better get going. Wouldn’t want the good folks around here to wake up to this mess.”
“Do you need help?”
“Huh?” Drake paused, unsure what Artemis was driving at.
“I could distract the heads, and you could pull the cart. Here, I’ve got some extra cakes...and away...we...go!”
And that, finally, was how Drake completed his early morning run. He was a pragmatic sort who didn’t dwell on luck; he was instead wondering what he could do if Artemis asked for compensation. He could pay her in treasure, maybe? As the Janustrap finally settled inside a huge wire cage, Drake broached the question of payment to his impromptu assistant.
He needn’t have bothered: Artemis was turning slowly in place, agog at the sheer variety of plants in the Terror-arium. Exploding cacti, poisonous palms, spike-studded sundews... “It was nothing, Mister Drake; I hope you have a great day ahead.”
“Sure.” And, because he felt like that wasn’t enough, “You’re welcome to stop by anytime.”
She grinned and pattered out the door, and he thought that’d be the last he ever saw of her. But it wasn’t.
From that day on, seemingly every week, Artemis was in the Terror-arium. She wandered past rows of predatory plants, smiling dreamily even as they strained to bite her, stab her, or fling toxic seeds at her. She browsed the supplies, read the signs Drake had posted around the store (mostly saying “DO NOT TOUCH”). At times Drake even caught her talking to other customers. He was in fact grateful for this, for he didn’t readily get along with other dragons. He much preferred working with plants.
Some dragons seemed bemused by Artemis’ comfortable approach. But a few took umbrage; they knew she didn’t work here. Things came to a head one day when a Ridgeback, one of Drake’s regular customers, brought this up.
“I’ve seen you in here sometimes. But you’re no horticulturist, are you? Are you qualified to give me this advice, young lady?”
Artemis couldn’t help wilting beneath that incisive glare. “Um, actually, I...”
There was a soft ahem. Both dragonesses turned, saw Drake standing by a nearby row of exploding seed pods. He looked up from a clipboard and said, “Actually, Miss Artemis is here on probation. I’m considering taking her on as an assistant. The Terror-arium is expanding its stock and I’m in need of help.”
“Is she not already employed at the teahouse?”
“I am hoping she will consider working part-time here.”
The Ridgeback snorted and turned away. Artemis looked back at Drake, and she mouthed the words “thank you”.
“Anytime,” Drake muttered under his breath.
It had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, but he knew talent when he saw it, and Artemis would indeed be a great help to him. The more he thought about it, the more appealing it was. When the Ridgeback left, Artemis asked excitedly, “When do I start?”
“If we’re going to be honest about it, I’d say you already have.” And he handed her a bag of coins and held up his clipboard: a tally of all the hours Artemis had been coming in, helping the shop and the customers—all without being asked.
“We’ll have to work out a regular schedule, but it’d be great if you could come in next week. I’m getting a shipment of blooming hedgehides—you up to it?”
Artemis’ brilliant grin was answer enough. And Drake, finally, smiled back. “Excellent. You’re hired!”
~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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Since my plants were dying my friend told me "I hear that place down the walk has some cool ones available." I walk in, expecting plants. What. The. HECK. This tundra walks up to me and tells me to look around. First, I'm wondering "is this guy allowed in, he looks like he's been playing in the bushes?" NOPE. Apparently this guy's the store owner? And once I take a look around, almost ALL of these plants are deadly in some way. Dear gods, I just wanted a houseplants- not to get eaten by your giant tentacled succulent!
Since my plants were dying my friend told me "I hear that place down the walk has some cool ones available." I walk in, expecting plants. What. The. HECK. This tundra walks up to me and tells me to look around. First, I'm wondering "is this guy allowed in, he looks like he's been playing in the bushes?" NOPE. Apparently this guy's the store owner? And once I take a look around, almost ALL of these plants are deadly in some way. Dear gods, I just wanted a houseplants- not to get eaten by your giant tentacled succulent!
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