Legato
(#54287001)
Level 6 Gaoler
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.39 m
Wingspan
8.17 m
Weight
7974.54 kg
Genetics
Black
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Striation (Gaoler)
Striation (Gaoler)
Chartreuse
Ghost (Gaoler)
Ghost (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Gaoler
EXP: 1959 / 8380
STR
18
AGI
17
DEF
10
QCK
11
INT
13
VIT
17
MND
10
Lineage
Biography
“...and never, ever, venture into the southern thickets.”
The words echoed in a certain Spiral hatchling’s mind, percolating as she navigated through the dense underbrush until she reached the hut. The rickety door swung open just as she reached its entrance, as though someone had been expecting her.
The hatchling could only discern the front half of the figure before her, the rest hidden in the deep shadows of the hut he resided in. The dragon in front of her was surprisingly short for a Gaoler, being only slightly larger than the hatchling herself.
“Yes, small one?” His verdant eyes, obscured only slightly by his silver locks, pierced through the darkness and seemed to look through the diminutive Spiral’s shape. She shifted around, no longer sure that coming here was wise. And yet, the fact that this Gaoler was no larger than herself was comforting. In a moment of boldness, the Sprial scrambled up to the Gaoler’s side and whispered something into his ear.
He listened to the question. So that was why she came to him! Such petty feuds that lead to resentment and distaste--hatred blooming in the unlikeliest of places. Others would have heard her request and recoiled in mortification, perhaps scolding the young hatchling for having such forbidden thoughts, but she had come to the right place on this day.
The Gaoler pulled his lips back, revealing rows of stark-white fangs.
…
“Most certainly, little one.”
The words echoed in a certain Spiral hatchling’s mind, percolating as she navigated through the dense underbrush until she reached the hut. The rickety door swung open just as she reached its entrance, as though someone had been expecting her.
The hatchling could only discern the front half of the figure before her, the rest hidden in the deep shadows of the hut he resided in. The dragon in front of her was surprisingly short for a Gaoler, being only slightly larger than the hatchling herself.
“Yes, small one?” His verdant eyes, obscured only slightly by his silver locks, pierced through the darkness and seemed to look through the diminutive Spiral’s shape. She shifted around, no longer sure that coming here was wise. And yet, the fact that this Gaoler was no larger than herself was comforting. In a moment of boldness, the Sprial scrambled up to the Gaoler’s side and whispered something into his ear.
He listened to the question. So that was why she came to him! Such petty feuds that lead to resentment and distaste--hatred blooming in the unlikeliest of places. Others would have heard her request and recoiled in mortification, perhaps scolding the young hatchling for having such forbidden thoughts, but she had come to the right place on this day.
The Gaoler pulled his lips back, revealing rows of stark-white fangs.
…
“Most certainly, little one.”
Lore by Erra
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