Nekuia
(#36132777)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Nightmare
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.23 m
Wingspan
4.38 m
Weight
493.54 kg
Genetics
Thistle
Bar
Bar
Ginger
Stripes
Stripes
Smoke
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Nekuia
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Lore
"The swift brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."
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Was she horrible for choosing between her children? Nekuia didn’t think so as she wandered through the forest, rain patting against her through the canopy of leaves. Both of them left her for their own selfish reasons, after all. They chose their own desires over their own mother, who raised them to fight the world and maybe carry on the assassin legacy of her family. To choose between them was punishment for another. However, to whom would she hover if she had to choose? Her son, Trifolium, had at least been respectful and chosen a path of crime. Not the kind of crime she wanted, but crime all the same. He’d left her for the thieving guild of Mistide under some mob boss—their name, she didn’t know—disregarding her assassin training for the likes of his old life; a young, vulnerable thief. She was proud of him, however. He went down for some of the biggest heists pulled off in Mistide’s history. It wasn’t an easy feat to pull, and his sudden disappearance was enough to mystify every Mistidian. Where he hid, however, she’d like to glean from someone. Feniks, on the other hand, was an issue. As Lieutenant of the Mistide Guard, she was constantly on the lookout for her brother, charged with arresting him for mass thievery of citizens and multiple attempts of robbery against Mayor Ao’s treasury. She’d excelled at her training as a youngling, and used it to her advantage to predict Nekuia’s every move. A smart girl, just like her; she was the reason why her bloodthirstiness went unanswered. Nekuia shook her head as she ambled between trees, stepping over roots and clawing her way through bushes. She shouldn’t choose, she knew that. Somewhere, beneath her craving for fight-or-flight, for the metallic smell of blood and the melody of weaponry, she loved them dearly. She didn’t let herself dwell on it. Adjusting the cover of her arm, Nekuia strode on further until the trees stretched up to scrape the sky and cloaked the moon from view, letting only the finest slithers of light touch the mossy ground below. In the scattered illumination, her arm looked gorgeous, much more than the dull obsidian that coated it. It was more a deep, glossy purple, the white engravings sparking to life like a candle catching flame. Requiescat in Pace, danced along her forearm. It would be whoever met the wrong end of her blade would see. Further, she went. She weaved in and out between the trees as if it was a puzzle. Every so often, she checked her compass, nodded to herself and kept going, rarely having to adjust her direction. Her destination lay northward, at an abandoned warehouse on the coast. Deities knew how long it had been out of service. She expected it to be decaying, nothing more than a rusted machine left in its core. An old tale sang that it was the first warehouse built this side of the Sea of A Thousand Currents. She didn’t wish to know how it true it was, for fear of falling asleep and ruining a precious book that would cost too much treasure for a few hundred beige-coloured parchments. Nekuia, as you can tell, was never one for history. Unless it contained gruesome violence, or new techniques that she could learn to keep her daughter off her heels, she kept away from such useless intricacies. The word bounced in her mind, a foul taste accompanying it. Delicacies were not once her fancy. Never will they be, either. She wasn’t far away, now, she realised. Ten minutes, and she would burst through the rotting doors of the warehouse, sword at the ready. The thought of hearing the singing of blades, partaking in a rhythmic dance with death, made her grin and pick up the pace. Perhaps calling it a small incident would suffice for her daughter. A strange thought crossed her mind, one that made her shudder. I wonder if he’ll be there. She wouldn’t want to kill her own son, even as an assassin. Who would? Before she knew it, she ducked down behind a tree and eyed the warehouse, picking out every little detail. There was a smashed window on the second floor, shards glinting in the moonlight. With boards and crates covering every window from where she crouched, the first floor remained cut off from the world, thrown into darkness. The huge wooden doors at the front, just left to her, stood agape. It made her skin tingle. However, there was no outer movement. No guards, no nothing to accompany her this night. Not even a scout wandered nearby; she noticed the lack of fear lingering in the air almost instantly. Humming quietly to herself, she sprinted towards the wall and ducked behind a crate underneath one of the windows. She perked her ears, ready for a gasp or an alert, but still nothing interrupted the quite. A couple of birds chirped and chattered above her. They almost sounded mocking. With a growl, Nekuia stood up and kicked the dirt, watching it sprinkle back onto the earth beneath her. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. Still, she thought, humming, there could be something inside. Excitement stirred in her, renewed. She stepped back and spied the warehouse for the easiest route. A novice would go for the door, perhaps armed if they knew better, but Nekuia wasn’t stupid. Her only option was the window. It didn’t take long to secure her path and sprint towards the warehouse. She jumped onto the crate she’d hidden behind and immediately leapt up, reaching for the wooden board covering the window. It creaked underneath her weight and groaned, the screws pulling free from the wall, as she launched herself towards the broken window’s sill. She caught it with her right arm, the cover shattering any spare shards. She quickly hoisted herself up onto the sill and took in her surroundings, anticipation taking over her senses. Just like any other warehouse, the top floor was more like a landing with a gaping hole in the middle. Holes littered the steel sheet roof above and had turned a mucky bronze from years of rust and rain, offering her a faint light to inspect the area. Railings lined the edge of the open square, once protecting whoever would work there from falling into some ancient machinery long since taken apart by raiders. They were useless now; half of the railings were rotten and weak, collapsing on themselves from years of disuse. Carefully, after her inspection, she heaved herself through the window and rolled along the floor... then made the mistake of jumping down onto the first floor. Dust kicked up around her, attacking her eyes and lungs. She spent a few seconds rubbing at her eyes and coughing up what little managed to crawl into her throat. In her fit, she almost didn’t hear the creaking of floorboards behind her. “So you did arrive. That’s fascinating.” Nekuia started and swirled towards the voice. The blackness surrounding her didn’t help, and her paw drifted towards the hilt of her cleaver. The smooth leather was a comfort. “Who is it?” she snarled, squinting into the darkness. The voice sounded familiar, but she didn’t know from where. More floorboards creaked, coming closer to her. Eyes of green tore into her, deep green skin shimmering in what little light the moon offered underneath his cloak of midnight. Runes of moss crawled along his cheeks. Trifolium. “You forgot one of your own children, eh?” She stared at her son. “You stopped being my child the moment you chose a pack of fiends over me.” “So it’s that easy for you to give a child up?” “You decided your fate,” she snapped, grip tightening on her sword, “not me.” He rolled his eyes, the green settling in his eyes like a deadly mist. “You would’ve made me into an assassin, you would’ve gotten me killed. It was either I decide or leave my life in your paws.” Nekuia huffed and turned away from him, stalking into the centre. The birds began to chirp again, laughing at her. The temptation to scare them almost overwhelmed her. “You came here looking for us, didn’t you? Why?” Trifolium sounded certain of that. She supposed it wasn’t hard to guess her intentions, especially considering her well-manoeuvred entry. He continued when she didn’t speak, sounding exasperated at her incompetence. “Surely you’re not that stupid—” “Don’t you dare talk to your mother like that!” she hissed through clenched teeth, whirling to face him so fast that it made a tornado of dust spin around her. “You’re not my mother,” Trifolium spoke calmly. “You stopped being my mother long ago.” She put her paws to her hips and raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you wait behind just to meet me?” “Not to meet you,” he began, humour in his eyes, “I waited here to warn you.” She eyed him, poison in her sneer. “Warn me of what, Trifolium?” Her son wandered towards her, paws behind his back. He stopped just short of a few feet from her with a deadly glint in his eyes. “Of us.” Nekuia narrowed her eyes at her son. “Spit it out.” He dared to edge closer, and she retaliated by gripping onto her sword once more. Of course, her son wasn’t afraid. She’d raised him well. “We don’t take kindly to strangers.” His voice was an unwavering calm, the green of his eyes sharing the sentiment. They looked almost unreal. “So don’t follow me.” With that, Trifolium shoved past her, disregarding the drawing of her cleaver, and stormed towards the front doors like a normal dragon would. He flicked the hood of his cloak up in one swift movement. Braving a single look behind him, he almost looked sympathetic. “Sorry it has to be this way, Nekuia.” Then he was gone before she could scold him—“I’m your mother!” she would’ve cried—rushing into the night. Except she wasn’t done with him yet. How obedient did he take her for? Nekuia waited a minute, listening to the birds in the rafters above, before rushing out of the building and creeping after him. He weaved his way through the woodland of the Mistide, the greens of his hide and the black of his cloak mixing with the forestry around him. It didn’t take much to figure out his pattern. Two trees to the left, travel a few feet, four to the right; it was simple once you knew it. She may have raised him well, but some of her lessons must’ve eluded him. Moving unpredictably was one of them. There was one that she refused to teach him; the act of using holds to your own advantage. It wasn’t hard to learn, especially for someone who could steal a pouch and it go unnoticed for a few days at most, but the only trouble with her son was that he had two left feet. Trifolium could run for hours without tripping, but when it came to any kind of concentration with where he placed his feet, he couldn’t do it. At least, not deftly. He’d struggle against the hold when he was young and eventually fall, kicking up both dust and disappointment. They’d given up when he was young. Nekuia used that same technique to tail him. At the edge of the forest, she clambered up into a tree and plotted her route as she leapt from one to the next. All that time, she remained unseen, the leaves hiding her from her son’s prying eyes. The sword swinging at her hips didn’t help her balance, nor did it reduce noise when slapped by leaves and breaking twigs, but Trifolium didn’t seem to notice, giving up with his suspicions fifteen minutes into his walk. Her tailing went on for half an hour longer until they reached the forbidden district of the Mistide. Criminals of all kinds infected the area—Murderers, cheats, thieves all deemed it a safe place to live—and if she had no class, Nekuia was certain she’d be living there with them, downing ciders and gambling her treasure away on false hopes. As far as Ao—their true mayor—was concerned, this district didn’t exist. It came with the trade. Nekuia watched with distaste as her son wandered into the ruins, ignoring most of the outlaws who cheered him on inside. Surely he didn’t live here; he must have some taste. “There’s my main man,” squawked an overly-enthusiastic voice, her accent lilting her voice. The speaker was hidden behind a curtain of leaves. “How’s my Trithief, huh?” Trithief..? During her son’s silence, Nekuia made her way from branch to branch until she could peer at the scene below her... and nearly gag in pure disgust. Trifolium removed his hood, revealing his face to the dark female Nocturne before him, arms outstretched before her. Bright pink drifted along the inside of her wings and down the sides of her waist, a soft velvet beret balanced on her head. Sickness roiled in her stomach when he returned the hug. He lives here for a criminal lover. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, head-feathers flattening against his head. It wasn’t in sadness. She held him out at arm’s length and pouted. “Did she turn up?” “Yeah.” “Did you deal with her?” Trifolium hesitated in her hold, and her ocean blue eyes narrowed. “You didn’t kill her?” “I’m not exactly great at killing,” he huffed, shrugging her off and tugging his cloak around himself. Anxiety must be stirring in him. “We all know that.” “That’s true,” the female sighed. She tugged a mug out of a nearby male’s paws and downed its contents. “You make up for your lack of lethality with your stealth.” She clicked her tongue, handed the mug back to the male—he looked too dazed to register what happened—and crossed her arms. “I knew I should’ve come with you.” “She won’t follow us, she’s not that stupid.” The Nocturne shook her head. “You underestimate Nekuia, Trithief. She’s an assassin, and assassins never do as they’re told.” “She hates this district, ma’am. She wouldn’t dare.” “It doesn’t mean she wouldn’t follow you for her own gain. She could be here right now.” Trifolium didn’t respond to her. Tugging the cloak further around his shoulders, his anxiety scenting the air, he peered around the district for any sign of her. As soon as his eyes drifted in her general direction, she ducked down into the cover of leaves and crossed her digits. The shuffling sound she made could be anything, she told herself. They wouldn’t know it was her. “Yumaku,” he said, his voice a slight tremble. Nekuia felt her wings stiffen at the name. Yumaku owned this district like a self-proclaimed queen, and ran her mob through divide and conquer. He didn’t work for just any mob boss; he worked for the royalty of crime. “What’s up, Trithief?” Yumaku sang, unaware. There was a pause. When he spoke again, adrenaline raced through her, preparing her for the sprint. “She’s here.”
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Lore
"The swift brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."
"The swift brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."
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Rain pelted down against her as she trudged into her hut. Her limp had worsened over the day, her skin hot to the touch from infection. It tingled every time she took a step, causing so much discomfort that she collapsed onto her bed with a groan. Maybe the floor would’ve sufficed, she thought grumpily.
Her daughter, the Lieutenant of the Mistide Guard, soon followed her inside, stuffing her pipe into her coat pocket with haste. Nekuia shared only two things with her daughter; she inherited her Stripes gene and her eye colour. Outside of that, she was alien to her. “You’ve grown since I last saw you, daughter,” Nekuia pointed out gruffly, sitting upright on her bed. The red of her armour, she noticed, looked almost like blood against the grey of her skin. Feniks gave her a sour look. The sea that whisked in her eyes settled into an unstable calm. “I haven’t grown for four years, Mother.” “...Ah.” Her daughter scanned her place of residence with disgust. Dust covered almost every inch of the floor and her worktops and her red cotton sofa, accompanied by scraps of old parchment, clothes, quills and splodges of dried ink. Nekuia’s weapon sat uselessly on her desk across the way, stained with years of killing and the sap of trees. Since the fight, she’d tried to clean it. She hadn’t succeeded, having left it late enough for the sap to turn sticky. Feniks approached it slowly, running her digits along the serrated edge. “You still use this?” “What else would I use, dear?” “It’s Lieutenant,” she said bluntly, picking up the blade and weighing it in her paws. Feniks had a carbon copy of her sword hanging from her waist, yet it shone brighter than hers did. Nekuia could tell she polished it frequently. She also knew her daughter never killed. As a Lieutenant, she guessed it was harder to find an excuse to do so. “Why did you bring me here, Mother?” her daughter asked with a sigh, dropping the blade onto the wooden desk with a thump. “I’ve got work to do.” “You want to know where Trifolium is, right?” Just like her son a few days ago, Feniks rolled her eyes. “Mother, I doubt you know where he is.” “I do,” she said simply. “I followed him.” Her daughter raised her eyebrow at her. “Then where is he?” “I need your word on something first.” “If it’s about you continuing your contracts, then it’s a no.” Nekuia groaned. “Come on, Feniks.” “Mother, the only reason I haven’t taken you in yet is because I stopped you taking contracts.” She snorted and slowly got to her feet. Pain shot through her leg, it felt like it was on fire. She had to stifle a groan. Feniks didn’t move from her spot beside the desk, her arms crossed. Stubborn child. “I need to have some kind of living, dearest,” she huffed through clenched teeth. “Surely you’ve got another talent besides killing.” Nekuia gave her daughter a twisted grin. “I appreciate you calling it a talent.” “Oh, for the love of the Deities, Mother, I’m not letting you run yourself into the ground because you’re addicted to killing.” Nekuia began to limp towards the desk to sit and pick up her sword. Her daughter made no move to help. Her gorgeous golden head-feathers sat flat against her head and her wings looked tight against her armour. No wonder she looked so tense. It’d been a year since the two of them last spoke, and it hadn’t ended well. Half a minute later, she was beside the sword and about to pick it up when her daughter smacker her paw away. “Leave the blade alone.” “Daughter, please,” she growled, her irritation setting in. “You’re already limping, so stop being stubborn and leave the sword alone. The Mayor will be here soon.” Nekuia started, and then glared at her daughter, gripping the chair before the desk. “The Mayor, you say? You invited The Mayor to an assassin’s house?” “Oh, stop being dramatic,” Feniks sighed, waving her paw dismissively. “He doesn’t know you’re an assassin.” “So you keep things from him.” She smiled wickedly, relaxing only a little. It didn’t do an assassin good to be entirely relaxed in the company of higher-ups. “What a naughty little Lieutenant you are, my dear.” “I’m not keeping anything from him, considering you’re not killing anyone.” “I have, though.” A glint of authority shone in her eyes. “Right now, you’re not. Sit down.” “I’m your mother, you shouldn’t order me around.” “Sit down.” Growling to herself, Nekuia obeyed and slumped into the chair beside her daughter with a long hiss. The pain ceased, though the infection still ran hot. She should get it checked out. When she looked back up at her daughter, her expression was softer. Nekuia bristled under it. Sympathy wasn’t her forte. “How’s your leg?” Feniks asked softly, crouching down beside her. It made her feel like a child. She hated it. “It’s fine,” she growled, despite clutching at her leg. Her injury was much too warm under her paw, with only the cloth spindling out from her carapace arm separating them. Most of the armour covering her leg was chipped and broken from none other than Yumaku herself tackling her She sighed and shook her head. “It’s not, Mother. Let me have a look at it.” “It’s fine, Feniks.” “Mother—” A slight knocking against the door cut her daughter off. “Lieutenant Feniks?” Giving her a stern look, Feniks made her way towards the door, leaving Nekuia in the chair to try to behave herself in front of the Mayor. Whether she wanted to or not was another matter. Ao stood on the other side, draped in a thick coat of navy blue that dribbled with rainwater. Thin swirls of sky blue circled his cheeks and eyes, shaping his jaw, and down along his fur to the tips of his digits. It was the mark of Mistide’s Mayor, and yet it should be called Ao’s own pattern. It wasn’t like anyone else was going to get elected. Mistidians loved him dearly. “Mayor Ao,” Feniks said by way of greeting, bowing. “Please, come in.” He did so with a small smile. Feniks took his cloak from him and hung it over the sofa near her bed. She grimaced. Her small hut was going to smell like a damp cloth for weeks. Ao noticed her eventually, after taking in his surroundings. He nodded curtly. “Madame Nekuia, it’s lovely to meet you.” She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to lie. He ploughed through her awkwardness. “I’m sure you’re proud of your daughter’s achievements—” Her daughter’s blush didn’t go unnoticed, and the Mayor’s proud smile only deepened it. “—she tells me that her skills in combat come from you.” “Who else would they come from?” she drawled, leaning against the back of the chair. It groaned under her weight. “That’s very true.” “Sir,” Feniks said, confident despite the colour in her cheeks, “may we get on with our task?” Ao gave her his signature softy’s look and nodded. “Of course, Lieutenant.” “Are you going to interrogate me?” Nekuia could hardly keep the snarl from her tone, though her narrowed eyes and scrunched nose gave her away. “Of course not, Madame,” the Mayor said, smiling at her in the face of her irritation. “You’re already willing to give us the information, as you told my Lieutenant not long ago.” She didn’t dwell on how he knew about that, her mind flitting to her possible future. “For a price.” His smile fell, replaced instead by suspicion. “What price would that be?” “Mother’s spewing her jokes again,” Feniks butted in hastily. The colour drained from her cheeks in an instant. “May we get on?” “Hang on, Lieutenant,” Ao advised, putting a reassuring paw on her shoulder. “I want to hear your mother out.” “She’s not going to make any sense—” Mistide’s Mayor grinned at her and she settled, though partially; she fiddled with the silk red belt of her armour, the only sign of her discomfort. “Now, Madame Nekuia,” Mayor Ao began, coming up to her side and leaning on the desk, “what is it you ask in return for your information, if proven to be accurate?” He’d done this before, she thought. He spoke smoothly, his words rolling off his tongue with little hesitation. It set her on edge. Something wasn’t right. Nekuia locked eyes with the Mayor and spoke in the calmest voice she could muster. “Complete freedom to do as I please.” Her daughter started in the corner of her vision. Ao didn’t notice. “Complete freedom, you say?” “If your good Sire wouldn’t mind,” she needled, hoping her unfaltering words would convince him. His next response chilled her. “What could you possibly need complete freedom for, Madame Nekuia? It’s a strange thing to ask for in return for information.” “There have been a few... incidents... where I’ve been restricted. I’d like those restrictions revoked.” He turned away from her, his gaze landing on her daughter with ease. “Lieutenant Feniks, would you please get me my cloak?” She nodded without a word, hurrying over to the sofa. “You’re leaving so soon?” she purred. “But we haven’t gotten to the fun bit.” “I’m not leaving just yet, Madame,” Ao deadpanned before thanking Feniks for heaving his cloak over to him. His tone was noticeably gentler with her daughter. “I’ve got something I want to discuss with you as regards to these... incidents.” Ice spread along her veins. Suddenly, her leg didn’t seem so warm. “What do you mean, Sire?” Without warning, he tugged an envelope of snow-white from his cloak and dumped it onto the desk space between them. Stamped onto the front was a blood red letter. It read THREAT. “What’s this?” Nekuia asked calmly, picking it up and bouncing it in her paw. The weight of it sent doubt clawing at her mind. Ao stared her down, compelling her. “Open it.” Hesitantly, she did so. The envelope discarded on the desk, she unfolded the parchment inside and nearly gasped. On it was every record of her assassinations, every fight she’d been in to and every item she’d ever stolen. Names of each of her victims, dead or alive, sat scrawled along the paper. For years, their weightlessness hadn’t bothered her. Now, her heart sank into her stomach, her freedom reaching farther than she could ever hope to go. As stupid as it was to hope, Nekuia still had one hope left. “Is this possibly why you’d need complete freedom?” Ao inquired. As much as he looked calm, he sounded as bitter as the winter. She huffed. “I don’t know what you mean, Mayor. These have nothing to do with me.” “Do they not?” “Of course not!” She mocked surprise and offence, slamming the paper down onto the desk. “Why on Sornieth would you think I’d be linked to—?” His grin was mischievous as he looked upon her daughter. “Your remarkable daughter over there assisted me.” Turning slowly, she glared at her daughter. Feniks did nothing. Instead, she stood at ease, unfazed by the events unlike mere moments ago. Nekuia could’ve sworn a tiny smirk danced along her lips. Ao continued on his explanation. Humour floated in his words. “It turns out she kept a record on you as well as her younger brother. We made a copy of the worst of your offenses and decided to bring it along with us.” “You traitorous little thing,” she snarled. Still her daughter stood there, legs together and arms behind her back. A typical soldier’s stance. “You told me he didn’t know!” The Lieutenant did nothing. “So you no longer deny your participation.” It was a statement, not a question. Nekuia bore her eyes into Ao’s. “This was a game to you, wasn’t it Mayor Ao.” He cleared his throat, ignoring her statement. “Let’s agree that complete freedom isn’t the best course of action for an assassin.” “Then clear my record of every offense,” she hissed, “and I’ll tell you where he is. In fact, I’ll take you there.” And warn them of your arrival, was the part she didn’t add. Ao caught on quickly and raised his eyebrow at her. “I don’t think that’s a good decision either, Madame.” “Then you’re not going to coax me into telling you.” “Is there nothing else we could offer you?” Nekuia crossed her arms, pouting. “No.” A candlelight-like thought spurted into life in her mind. It almost made her grin. “Unless you can offer me notoriety from the guards?” The Mayor gave her an exasperated, if not slightly sad, look. Her hope died instantaneously. “That would undermine our Guard, Madame, and to do that would make Mistidians riot.” “Then there’s nothing you can offer me.” Sighing, Ao stood up and shrugged his cloak on, heading towards Feniks. She relaxed further beside him. “Are you coming back with me, Lieutenant, or are you going to try to glean something from Madame Nekuia?” Feniks returned her earlier glare. “I’ll come back with you, Sir. I have no reason to be here.” “As you wish, Lieutenant.” The pair of them headed towards the doo, towards the rain that continued to hammer the ground and any dragons stood outside. Feniks held it open, letting its scent waft through the hut, as Ao turned back to her. His face was expressionless, his depthless ocean eyes glinting with some unknown emotion. She hoped it wasn’t sympathy. “We’ll get you a Medic sorted. They should arrive later today.” Nekuia growled at him. Of course it was sympathy. Ao ignored her and left, her daughter willingly tailing him outside into the pouring rain. As much as Nekuia wanted to follow them, sword singing through the air with her anger and her betrayal, she could barely stand. Her leg gave way when she tried, edging her closer to tears.
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Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
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