Drake
(#51016673)
Plants with teeth
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Effect
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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“Wait, you need to help me with 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)
THE TERROR-ARIUM .
131 Agate Street, Eidolon City
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@.delostylis_esdra A treasure trove of rare plants! ★★★★☆ . The Terror-arium is a real treat. Great ambience; I come here for all my party decorating needs. Would be five stars if the aisles were less crowded. |
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@.Arnica_Apothecary Pleasant shopping experience ★★★★☆ . While the majority of this store's wares do not interest me (perfectly hazardous plants, but the frontrunning species are overly flashy and bought primarily for spectacle, I'm sure), they do stock a selection of rarer herbs which were useful to my research. The proprietor is friendly and knowledgeable but doesn't get in your way. The prices are reasonable, if not competitive with the larger emporiums. |
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@.araminty I would give this place ZERO stars if I could! ★☆☆☆☆ . I came here hoping to find a birthday gift for one of my more eccentric colleagues at the recommendation of a friend, but came out with a scratched-up nose instead! Anyone selling these kinds of plants should implement safety precautions! The pearlcatcher at the counter was SO useless and the owner was even more unhelpful. |
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Response from owner . Hello Araminty, I am sorry to hear that you found your browsing experience unsatisfactory. Our more motile plants are kept in fully sealed enclosures, and the rest have clearly posted warning signs. If I recall correctly, you visited us two days ago and sustained minor injuries after ignoring the 'do not touch' notices in front of our Thorny Daffodils. You then berated my assistant for offering bandages and demanded free merchandise instead. While we are happy to extend prompt aid to any customers who miss or disregard our warning signs, your verbal outburst was not acceptable. Our staff deserve to be treated with respect. Kind regards, Drake Drummondi. |
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@.BACONLOVER32 Alright place, not that exciting ★★★☆☆ . One of my buddies from the city told me I had to check this place out, but it was a bit of a let-down. If you want a proper thrill, take a hike down to the Hollowtown Cold Rift instead. |
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