Euploea
(#64403724)
My FiRsT pRiMaL
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.75 m
Wingspan
1.32 m
Weight
1.65 kg
Genetics
Gold
Crystal
Crystal
Beige
Facet
Facet
Gold
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
BIO IN PROGRESS
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Pyrite
Orpimenta
Eucatastrophe (or Eucatastraph)
Aurelia
Aurita
Solanacea
Euploea
Convallaria
Majalis
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Euploea flew around frantically, seeing the fire close in. She swooped in close to the wall of flames, but darted away when it became too hot. How did this happen? I always keep my flammable materials tucked away safely in my bag, and I didn’t even bring any along on this trip… The heat pushed in closer, sucking oxygen out of the air and forming a terrible, choking pressure behind her lungs while creating many misleading, deadly thermal currents.
Muttering softly, the Fae cast a minor spell on herself, one that allowed her to breathe during difficult situations; specifically underwater, but hopefully it would work with smoke as well.
With a creak and a low moan, one of the wooden ceiling rafters fell to the ground, creating a shower of red-hot embers that slipped in between her scales and sizzled into her skin.
Euploea bit back a scream, struggling to keep her flight from becoming erratic. The area where the rafter fell from created a gap in the flames for a split second, letting her catch just a slight glimpse of a small brown dragon, flying away on swift(yet slightly clumsy) wings. It flew like a hatchling.
Her eyes narrowed. They must have done this! How dare they?! She furiously lunged towards them, but the wind had left and the flames quickly poured back in to fill the space before she could escape.
Euploea snarled, a surprisingly vicious sound coming from a dragon so small. A section of the western wall collapsed, but she was able to dodge the burning debris this time.
The smoke was beginning to take its toll on her. The only things keeping the Fae going now were the artificial breaths of air created from the underwater breathing spell she had cast on herself earlier. Never before had she been so glad to learn and cast a seemingly-unimportant spell such as that one. The thick, black smoke was everywhere now, threatening to choke and suffocate her. It seared her throat when she accidentally breathed small amounts in and brought stinging tears to her eyes, which she angrily blinked away. Euploea coughed, low and hoarse.
I need to get out of here.
Her mind frantically started going through the vast library of spells she knew, but the smoke was clouding her thoughts and only one came to mind.
… What about teleportation? That might work, and it was certainly worth a try in such a dire circumstance… The Fae focused on the air around her, trying to draw Wind magic from it to use in her spell. Just a few tries, however, left her frustrated and tired. The fire seemed to be sucking air right out of the area to fuel itself, and that meant any Wind magic along with it.
I can’t hang on for much longer.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to prepare herself for what she had to do. Recklessness wasn’t her usual style, but she didn’t have any time to think right now; only action. Taking a deep breath(with the help of her spell), Euploea flew straight into the fire.
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It was like flying into some sort of insane tornado, or perhaps slamming into an electrified wall. She couldn’t decide which, and she didn’t care at the moment. Pain flooded her body as the flames licked at the Fae’s wings and scales hungrily. The powerful Wind magic surrounding the tiny dragon just barely held them back from completely devouring her.
Euploea squeezed her eyes shut and kept flying, her muscles screaming with the exertion of pumping her wings and using magic to push away the fire at the same time. She dodged several beams of falling wood and burning embers, focusing solely on her escape.
How is this fire so big?! It felt like it went on forever.
Just when she felt as if she couldn’t take it any longer, Euploea burst out in a shower of sparks. Flapping at least 15 feet away from the fire for good measure, she wearily collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.
With a venomous glare directed towards wherever the attempted murderer went, Euploea hissed a long string of words under her breath, and suddenly the visible sign of her primal Wind magic, the pale green “mist” normally seen leaking from her eyes, began to spill out. Faster and faster it came, until it started to swirl around the Fae rapidly and glow an eerie white, the color of scraps of fog and Cherep’s scales.
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The only thing left on the ground was a handful of partially blackened golden scales, a small side effect of Euploea’s teleportation spells that happened occasionally when they were rushed or incomplete. They glinted in the early morning sunlight, slowly being partially blackened and dulled by the rain of ashes around them.
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Back in her den at the SilverSong Clan, Euploea painfully limped over to her desk to frantically claw at the secret latches, exposing countless secret compartments, shelves, and racks of strange, glowing vials. The Fae grabbed one and quickly dabbed the contents over some of the more severe burns in her body. She hissed at the pain, but held still so the tonic could do its work.
After a few minutes of standing, she carefully closed up all the secret compartments and collapsed once again to the ground, wrapping her large wings around her body. Everything ached, and she only wanted to go to sleep…
Something moved at the corner of her eye. Oh no, no, why must everyone torment me tonight? She sat up quickly.
“Who’s there?” Euploea called out hoarsely.
All was still.
Whoever it was didn’t answer, or was already gone.
Slowly, the Fae eased back into a sleeping position; still on the floor. She was too weak to deal with any of that at the moment. Too weak to deal with anything at all, actually. Hopefully, one of the healers or a clan member would discover her laying here soon.
Euploea ran her claws gently over her forearm, feeling the absence of the missing scales she had traded for her life. A small, dark scar was left in their place. Pfft, whatever. A necessary sacrifice, and the exchange had been well worth it. She didn’t miss them.
She lay awake for a few more minutes, mulling the night’s earlier events over in her mind. The whole ordeal had been, quite frankly, extremely annoying and a bit worrying. The Fae was livid, furious with both herself and the little brown dragon. How had someone like that been able to almost-overpower her so easily? From now on, she would have to stay alert and be on guard at all times. Euploea would have to train constantly, building up her self-defense and magic skills.
Despite these disturbing thoughts, however, a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She had survived; there was some satisfaction to be found in that.
Watch out, everyone…
My story isn’t quite over yet.
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Orpimenta
Aurelia
Solanacea
Euploea
Majalis
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Relationships
╭━━━━━▽━━━━━╮  This dragon does not have any friends :) ╰━━━━━△━━━━━╯ Age: Dragons don’t age the same way as humans, but if they did Euploea would be around 17-18 |
Nakai's Notes
Euploea was born to Chrysoberyl and Citrine, two Jewelry Box Fae living in our clan. Although she has the same gene patterns and is colored the same way as her parents, unlike them(and other Jewelry Box Fae), she can talk and is able to use her tone of voice and expressions to communicate. Okay, fine, I’ll admit, at this point the whole next generation of Faes growing up in our clan isn’t exactly as emotionless and monotone as they’re supposed to be. Due to my influence, Fritz, my young nephew, has grown up being able to use his facial expressions and tone of voice while talking to other dragons, and he is quite used to it. Now, both him and I seem to be in turn influencing the rest of the young Fae living in the clan in the same way. In this way, we may actually be destroying parts of Fae culture, as all these new hatchlings in our clan are growing up like that. — And yet, personally, I do believe it is a good thing! It encourages new social connections that would have otherwise been hard to establish without knowing regular draconic. Besides, I’m trying to make it an important point for Fae hatchlings to learn their species’ frill communication along with the standard draconic tone of voice, influence, and facial expressions; so that that they are able to communicate with everyone comfortably. Anyways, Euploea herself is very sweet and loves to cheer dragons up; be it with flowers and gifts or simply a kind, encouraging word in a trying time. As well as this, she is also the very first primal born within our clan. I had heard of this strange occurrence in other clans, but hadn’t paid too much attention to it until it happened in our own clan. Thanks to her primal eyes, Euploea seems to have an easier time manipulating the air flow around her and learning wind magic. In her spare time, Euploea likes to help Altair out in his laboratory. Altair is grateful for this extra help, as being a leader of Aquila while searching for his family and taking alchemy orders is hard on him and Euploea keeps everything nice and organized.
~ Nakai
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Offspring
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Euploea flew around frantically, seeing the fire close in. She swooped in close to the wall of flames, but darted away when it became too hot. How did this happen? I always keep my flammable materials tucked away safely in my bag, and I didn’t even bring any along on this trip… The heat pushed in closer, sucking oxygen out of the air and forming a terrible, choking pressure behind her lungs while creating many misleading, deadly thermal currents.
Muttering softly, the Fae cast a minor spell on herself, one that allowed her to breathe during difficult situations; specifically underwater, but hopefully it would work with smoke as well.
With a creak and a low moan, one of the wooden ceiling rafters fell to the ground, creating a shower of red-hot embers that slipped in between her scales and sizzled into her skin.
Euploea bit back a scream, struggling to keep her flight from becoming erratic. The area where the rafter fell from created a gap in the flames for a split second, letting her catch just a slight glimpse of a small brown dragon, flying away on swift(yet slightly clumsy) wings. It flew like a hatchling.
Her eyes narrowed. They must have done this! How dare they?! She furiously lunged towards them, but the wind had left and the flames quickly poured back in to fill the space before she could escape.
Euploea snarled, a surprisingly vicious sound coming from a dragon so small. A section of the western wall collapsed, but she was able to dodge the burning debris this time.
The smoke was beginning to take its toll on her. The only things keeping the Fae going now were the artificial breaths of air created from the underwater breathing spell she had cast on herself earlier. Never before had she been so glad to learn and cast a seemingly-unimportant spell such as that one. The thick, black smoke was everywhere now, threatening to choke and suffocate her. It seared her throat when she accidentally breathed small amounts in and brought stinging tears to her eyes, which she angrily blinked away. Euploea coughed, low and hoarse.
I need to get out of here.
Her mind frantically started going through the vast library of spells she knew, but the smoke was clouding her thoughts and only one came to mind.
… What about teleportation? That might work, and it was certainly worth a try in such a dire circumstance… The Fae focused on the air around her, trying to draw Wind magic from it to use in her spell. Just a few tries, however, left her frustrated and tired. The fire seemed to be sucking air right out of the area to fuel itself, and that meant any Wind magic along with it.
I can’t hang on for much longer.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to prepare herself for what she had to do. Recklessness wasn’t her usual style, but she didn’t have any time to think right now; only action. Taking a deep breath(with the help of her spell), Euploea flew straight into the fire.
...
It was like flying into some sort of insane tornado, or perhaps slamming into an electrified wall. She couldn’t decide which, and she didn’t care at the moment. Pain flooded her body as the flames licked at the Fae’s wings and scales hungrily. The powerful Wind magic surrounding the tiny dragon just barely held them back from completely devouring her.
Euploea squeezed her eyes shut and kept flying, her muscles screaming with the exertion of pumping her wings and using magic to push away the fire at the same time. She dodged several beams of falling wood and burning embers, focusing solely on her escape.
How is this fire so big?! It felt like it went on forever.
Just when she felt as if she couldn’t take it any longer, Euploea burst out in a shower of sparks. Flapping at least 15 feet away from the fire for good measure, she wearily collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.
With a venomous glare directed towards wherever the attempted murderer went, Euploea hissed a long string of words under her breath, and suddenly the visible sign of her primal Wind magic, the pale green “mist” normally seen leaking from her eyes, began to spill out. Faster and faster it came, until it started to swirl around the Fae rapidly and glow an eerie white, the color of scraps of fog and Cherep’s scales.
...
The only thing left on the ground was a handful of partially blackened golden scales, a small side effect of Euploea’s teleportation spells that happened occasionally when they were rushed or incomplete. They glinted in the early morning sunlight, slowly being partially blackened and dulled by the rain of ashes around them.
...
Back in her den at the SilverSong Clan, Euploea painfully limped over to her desk to frantically claw at the secret latches, exposing countless secret compartments, shelves, and racks of strange, glowing vials. The Fae grabbed one and quickly dabbed the contents over some of the more severe burns in her body. She hissed at the pain, but held still so the tonic could do its work.
After a few minutes of standing, she carefully closed up all the secret compartments and collapsed once again to the ground, wrapping her large wings around her body. Everything ached, and she only wanted to go to sleep…
Something moved at the corner of her eye. Oh no, no, why must everyone torment me tonight? She sat up quickly.
“Who’s there?” Euploea called out hoarsely.
All was still.
Whoever it was didn’t answer, or was already gone.
Slowly, the Fae eased back into a sleeping position; still on the floor. She was too weak to deal with any of that at the moment. Too weak to deal with anything at all, actually. Hopefully, one of the healers or a clan member would discover her laying here soon.
Euploea ran her claws gently over her forearm, feeling the absence of the missing scales she had traded for her life. A small, dark scar was left in their place. Pfft, whatever. A necessary sacrifice, and the exchange had been well worth it. She didn’t miss them.
She lay awake for a few more minutes, mulling the night’s earlier events over in her mind. The whole ordeal had been, quite frankly, extremely annoying and a bit worrying. The Fae was livid, furious with both herself and the little brown dragon. How had someone like that been able to almost-overpower her so easily? From now on, she would have to stay alert and be on guard at all times. Euploea would have to train constantly, building up her self-defense and magic skills.
Despite these disturbing thoughts, however, a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She had survived; there was some satisfaction to be found in that.
Watch out, everyone…
My story isn’t quite over yet.
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Username: SilverSong92
Dragon Name: Euploea
Gender: Female
Breed: Fae
Rank: uhhhh Laboratory Assistant?
Short Description:
Euploea was born to Chrysoberyl and Citrine, two Jewelry Box Fae living in my clan. Although she has the same gene patterns and is colored the same way as her parents, unlike them(and other Jewelry Box Fae), she can talk and is able to use her tone of voice and expressions to communicate.
The Fae herself is very sweet and loves to cheer dragons up; be it with flowers and gifts or simply a kind, encouraging word in a trying time. She doesn’t have any one specific friend, but rather likes to say that
As well as this, she is also the very first primal born within my clan. Thanks to her primal eyes, Euploea seems to have an easier time manipulating the air flow around her and learning Wind magic. There have been strange rumors floating around about her supposedly dabbling in darker magic, but those claims were quickly proven to be false.
In her spare time, Euploea likes to help Altair out in his laboratory. Altair is grateful for this extra help, as being a leader of Aquila while searching for his family and taking alchemy orders is hard on him and having Euploea there keeps everything nice and organized.
Will you devote time to this game for as long as it will run, and are you aware that if you are idle, you will be removed?: Yup.
Dragon Name: Euploea
Gender: Female
Breed: Fae
Rank: uhhhh Laboratory Assistant?
Short Description:
Euploea was born to Chrysoberyl and Citrine, two Jewelry Box Fae living in my clan. Although she has the same gene patterns and is colored the same way as her parents, unlike them(and other Jewelry Box Fae), she can talk and is able to use her tone of voice and expressions to communicate.
The Fae herself is very sweet and loves to cheer dragons up; be it with flowers and gifts or simply a kind, encouraging word in a trying time. She doesn’t have any one specific friend, but rather likes to say that
As well as this, she is also the very first primal born within my clan. Thanks to her primal eyes, Euploea seems to have an easier time manipulating the air flow around her and learning Wind magic. There have been strange rumors floating around about her supposedly dabbling in darker magic, but those claims were quickly proven to be false.
In her spare time, Euploea likes to help Altair out in his laboratory. Altair is grateful for this extra help, as being a leader of Aquila while searching for his family and taking alchemy orders is hard on him and having Euploea there keeps everything nice and organized.
Will you devote time to this game for as long as it will run, and are you aware that if you are idle, you will be removed?: Yup.
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