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Bulbophyllum
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Info
Level 1
Wildclaw Male
Hatchday
Oct 11, 2013 (5 years)
Stats Growth
Length
6.37M
Wingspan
7.33M
Weight
695.37KG
Genes
PrimaryCrimson Speckle
SecondaryCoral Eye Spots
TertiaryCrimson Smirch
Eye TypeLight Common
Energy: 48 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Skin
Familiar
Information
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Bulbophyllum
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Botanist


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B I O G R A P H Y

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Bulbophyllum was born here, and he’d never dream of leaving again. He was fortunate to hatch in plague lands, as dragons elsewhere may not have been so tolerant of his… stench. From the moment he hatched, Bulbophyllum had a truly impressive case of bad breath. Even other plague hatchlings found it overpowering. It never bothered the young wildclaw; in fact, he hardly seemed to notice the other hatchlings at all. Always in his own little world, with only flies to keep him company, Bulbophyllum was content.

The malodourous wildclaw took a particular interest in nature, botany, and rot. A botanist from a neighboring clan offered to train him in exchange for work. At first, the clan was glad to be rid of his stench, but over the weeks that followed they realized the odd wildclaw had been an integral sort of presence in the clan, and it just wasn’t the same without him. They started to miss his random appearances, strange comments, and unexpected smiles. A few even missed his stench.

After almost a year, Bulbophyllum’s training was complete, his debt to the botanist paid, and his time was once again entirely his own. For two months he wandered the Scarred Wasteland, exploring with no real destination in mind. He took a few samples here and there, enjoyed an outlook over the Abiding Boneyard, and slept on the dirt when he was tired. It was a dangerous time and a dangerous place, roving swarms of Mirrors consumed anything in their path. Bulbophyllum was careful to stalk far from the edges of passing swarms, and, by some miracle, managed to avoid conflict with passing strangers. Perhaps he was lucky, or perhaps passing dragons could smell him from a mile away and avoided him. Regardless, his time wandering was an enjoyable one. All good things must come to an end, and one day the wildclaw simply decided it was time to go home.
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B I O G R A P H Y

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Time to go home, and time to put what he had learned to good use. The trek home was a long one, through miles and miles of hostile land and searing heat. His water cache was low and his lips parched when he sighted his home clan for the first time in a year. The cavernous den was a welcome sight, offering the promise of shade and water and rest. Before he could reach the entrance, however, a voice called out his name. At first it was an uncertain voice, but it called again, and this time it was excited. Suddenly, Bulbophyllum found himself surrounded by his clanmates, all unusually happy to see him. When he opened his mouth to speak, they all took a couple of steps back, but the joy in their eyes did not falter. The clan was glad to have their odd friend back, but they definitely hadn’t missed his stench. The wildclaw spent the next few hours recounting before the clan all he had done. They looked on with interest while he spoke of his apprenticeship, and with wonder as he described his time in the Scarred Wasteland, wandering alone.

Bulbophyllum quickly earned a reputation as one with a great love for all things related to the rot. Dragons from distant clans and foreign regions came to see if the wildclaw really smelled as bad as everyone said he did. One day a strange wildclaw with Plague eyes and a rot disease came to him. She called herself Rafflesia, and she also suffered from bad smell from the rot which had almost consumed her wings. Bulbophyllum was eager to meet Rafflesia and he thought she was beautiful. She decided to stay with the clan, and the pair fell in love. Bulbophyllum still likes to joke that it was “love at first smell.”
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;-Bio text by GrinningFox


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