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Sceptile

(#54206)

Level 25 Spiral

Familiar

Nature Sprite

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.3 m

Wingspan

3.48 m

Weight

72.37 kg

Genetics

Leaf
Skink

Jungle
Toxin

Navy
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jun 23, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 25 Spiral

Max Level

STR

108

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Roosters are wind dragons that have a double fodder build for Harpy's Roost.
STR 108 - INT 5 - AGI 8 - VIT 18 - DEF 5 - MND 5 - QCK 85

He may be grumpy at times, as he is pretty old. Adults find themselves visiting him less the longer they have stayed in the Windflower clan, as his greatest interest lays in newcomers. He softens up for the hatchlings, and they see him as a grandfather. They bring back memories of when he was young, and makes him smile and joke. He greatly enjoys showing dragons and hatchings around, and takes joy in what they haven't seen before. Surprised faces along with jaws dropped in awe are his favourites.

After his breed change he became more energetic, and wanted an active role in the clan again. He begun visiting dragons he had ignored for years, renewing his friendships and mending broken ones. It was like he had been reincarnated. His bodyand soul both becoming younger, he spends a lot more time outside. He runs errands and tries his best to be useful. Upon what the clan refers to as his awakening, FlameWeheel has tried to churn her gears into giving him a job, but she can't seem to find one. As it is, he is best suited for running errands and chat. He had been delighted at how extensive the tunnels had became, and how many familiars there were, and how many dragons lived there! It came to his mind he had been living under a rock for years. A grumpy rock.

My custom progenitor :)

The Start of a Clan

An egg rolled over the Windswept Plateu. It was a good breeze, but not as dangerous to an egg as a storm would have been. The egg rolled until it hit a little bush at the Zephyr Steppes and stopped. But there are nor beginnings nor endings to the wheel of time, but it was a beginning.

The egg wobbled and started to crack, and the wind changed direction. Another egg came rolling into the bush, and the wind died down. The first egg scattered. A green reptile, a mirror dragon, emerged. It was a male, with light and dark greens that matched the steppes it was on. It was hungry and started nibbling on the bush, but stopped after only one bite. It tasted terrible. A small butterfly came fluttering by, and he locked his jaws around it, but soon spit it out. He looked around with wondering eyes. He had learned a lot in little time. He needed something else to eat. He huched down by the bush, waiting. It was still early in the day when a seagull dropped down by the bush to inspect the last egg. It dropped the crab it was holding and came closer. The hatchling had no fear of the bigger gull, and in one leap had it's head between his jaws. This time it felt right. He knew he could eat this. The gull would feed him for a whole day or more, and when he was full he sniffed the dead crab. It smelled somewhat good, so he dragged it into the bush as well, and napped for a while.

He woke up in the late afternoon, awoken by the other egg hatching. A totally different creature emerged. It was a female fae, with huge wings and a small head. She looked at him with some interest before she, just like he had, started looking for food. She went straight past the remains of the gull, sniffed the dead crab and started nibbling on the dead butterfly. She looked truly happy.

Days went past as they grew up. These days consisted mainly of hunting and lair building. They agreed to first dig out a small cave close to their bush, and then use some of the bush' sap to harden the interior. That way they compromised their home and made it both useful and durable. They grew up like this, and made a nest close to the opening of their den. They had 2 eggs.

Both of their hatchlings were female faes, one each of their parents colouring. They grew quickly and left the den for adventures. Then Teardrop left as well, and Sceptile was left with the den. He did not feel lonely, for new dragons came and went by. He spent his days like before, getting food and digging out the den.

One day a red ball of fur mopped into his den. It was a sopping wet female tundra with eyes like the depth of her homeland and fur like fire. She was in her teens when she arrived, but grew up to be a leader, a warrior and a mother. Her name was Flame Wheel.

With her the clan started to grow. She brought homeless hatchlings home with her, and befriended passer-bys. Sceptile gradually became more social and found joy in the growing clan. Every time the clan outgrew their little den they moved. They brought Sceptile's bush with them, as a symbol of how the clan had started. The bush turned out to be bearing fruit every year, which was (and still is) a very welcome treat in the lair. Every time they moved they would bring something new with them from their surroundings, and outside the den you will now find the berry bush, a blooming cherry blossom tree and a pile of big, polished rock for hatchlings to play and slide on. Besides this, the clan's territory includes a pond with sugar canes by its shores, a tiny forest and a wealthy garden. It has den space on all levels: on the kites in the air, on the ground and below it. The den's walls are still being infused with tree sap. Most of the den's inhabitants are used to the last option, but are gradually moving up on the kites.

I made him a mirror because that was the only starter breed my sister, cutiepaws, was missing. He was leaf basic, jungle basic and navy basic. He was like this for years. I never thought I could make his colours work with genes, mostly because of leaf and navy. Then skink arrived. Then toxin arrived. And he suddenly had a perfect potential. From then, it took ages before he got gened. He got his total makeover of skink, glimmer, toxin and a spiral scroll June 4th, 2018.

"Once he started to transfor into a spiral he felt a rush like never before. He felt younger, stronger, full of energy and strength. He felt something he had not felt for years: spirit.

Upon completing his gene change, he immediately felt renewed, and wanted to change the rest of his image as well. He also found that he needed a new name. He was not the dragon he had been only hours before.

He was starting a new life. "

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