Tomb
(#53684133)
they/it/?? | All the world is sleeping, but I am still awake
Familiar
Taurus
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.12 m
Wingspan
3.98 m
Weight
216.01 kg
Genetics
Shale
Python
Python
Platinum
Morph
Morph
Antique
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
The spade digs into the earth with a fervent fury, not allowing mere stones or rough dirt to halt its path as it rips through the ground, comes up to breath, and digs back in. The Tundra doesn't know where they got these muscles, or this strength, but they do know it makes their task so much easier. Mere minutes later, the spade strikes a solid slab of polished stone, and the Tundra jumps into the hole. It's a tight fit, and they can almost feel a heart jump in their chest as they have to tuck in their wings. They're paused above that stone casket, barely acting, until they hear booming footsteps approaching fast. Quickly, they rip off the lid, and, defeated, look at the long-rotted Tundra resting within, gold jewelry limply hanging from their neck, limbs, and horns. As the footsteps are joined by a focused light, the Tundra scrambles out of the grave and takes flight, only momentarily looking back at the charging Snappers slowing their chase. As the Tundra's wings beat against the night's cool breeze, they can feel their goggles fogging up, and yank them down around their neck with a free claw, revealing stinging green eyes. The same breeze blows back and dries their tears. Those graveyard guards think they're a graverobber. A Tundra, about 3.12M from head to tail-tip, with a wingspan of about 3.98M, of an unknown element, with a shortly shorn beard and mane, with the alias Tomb. Crimes: robbery, disturbance, and exhumation of graves. 'Alias' seems rich- that 'alias' is the only name Tomb has. They don't know if they even had one before. Because the faint scent of each mausoleum they break into reminds them of waking up, naked and uncertain, tearing out from beneath a canvas tarp and holding back a scream as they recoiled against a wall, looking at all the stripped bodies around them in different stages of decomposition. Holding their breath, and, horrified, realizing it didn't have any adverse effects, they grabbed a spade off the wall, exited through the heavy stone door of the dank room, and, upon being met by a screaming, hatchet-and-spade-wielding dragon concealing their face, slammed that spade against the first and last skull they'd ever strike with it. They didn't bother to take anything else with them as they ran and flew away. They didn't want to steal; they never have. They're not a graverobber, not like those graveyard guards think. Tomb is more likened to a dreamer, a hopeful but scared adventurer. Because, with each grave they exhume, they hope, and pray to whatever deity will listen, that it's empty. That the smell or the name on the tombstone will bring memories flooding back, guiding Tomb home to dragons who must miss them and love them. And, less so, but still fervently, they hope that those guards will soon realize that they've never stolen a thing.
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 The Candlebearer Beaten me to death, all I am now is bones I’ll try to build a skeleton as white as snow Sediment will crush me, plantation will grow Be the archeologist, find a fossil in stone Staring at the starry ceiling, conversations with trees Soon the dark is closing and brings me to my knees All the world is sleeping, but I am still awake I try to tell myself that all this wasn’t a mistake • fossil in stone - charm of finches 
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Tomb
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This strong Tundra has a mysterious past, and is just hoping they'll finally strike the key to unlocking it...
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