Valukir
(#24404761)
I'm apparently also known as "Jelly Man." Hmm.
Korva
Nightfall Imp
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.51 m
Wingspan
8.67 m
Weight
523.62 kg
Genetics
Twilight
Metallic
Metallic
Blue
Alloy
Alloy
Sanguine
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Wildclaw
EXP: 2220 / 4027
STR
22
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
11
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Valukir
The Friendly Stranger 
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 G O O D
"And you're certain it's going to work this time, Valukir?"
"Of course, Maxine! If I wasn't certain, I wouldn't do it." Two dragons stand above a bubbling cauldron, steam and smoke filling the small room they run tests in. Bottles and supplies of all shapes and sizes line every shelf and corner, haphazardly placed in an almost impressively meticulous mess. One of the dragons, the semi-bald tundra who first spoke, makes a move for a jar as the boiling liquid shifts colors, just barely pouring the new ingredient in before the cauldron bubbles over. "Val, you're too careless! One of these days you'll get yourself killed. I hope this is worth it, genuinely I do, but the last thing I'd wish for you is eternal madness. It's been years, it's okay to let her go." "Ah, thank you," Valukir responds as the cauldron cools down, nervously fidgeting. "I know Max. I just... you know I can't. She saved me a million times, and I never repaid the favor. Now I just... want to do something in return. And if these scrolls are accurate, then there's a way to see her again! I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try." Maxine sighs in defeat. She rubs her head against Valukir's shoulder, a small effort towards comforting him when words are never enough. Sylvae was Valukir's adoptive sister. She'd been a great warrior of a dragon, fighting countless battles with nary a scar. This changed when Val entered her life one winter, a nearly frozen young teenaged wildclaw who had nowhere left to go but door to door seeking shelter. Winters in the earthlands aren't the coldest around, but blizzards have been known to form and Sylvae didn't take chances. The two formed a close bond over the next few years, and Syl had nearly left her fighting days behind her when she was called by the local king to kill a sudden threat. Things didn't end well, and Valukir never forgave himself for not fighting at her side. More shifting colors break Valukir free from his wandering thoughts, a worried expression crossing his face. Red is wrong- it should be pink at this point, right? Wait, hold on, was it pink or violet... Without taking a chance to ask his coworker, Val dives for a large beaker filled with chunks of raw chalcedony. Maxine doesn't notice until the ore is dumped in the pot, and fear races through her mind while the experiment exponentially begins to heat up. "Val you FOOL, did you forget you're colorblind!? Move!!!" Realization dawns on the desperate wildclaw's face, and he runs to open the door and get his friend out before everything blows to the heavens. He turns around after securing their escape and reaches for Maxine's hand, but she stands unmoving between him and the cauldron, back turned. "Forgive me, Valukir. It wasn't your fault, I know your nose isn't as strong as mine," she speaks quickly, and as she does so, she dunks a few pieces of indistinguishable crystal into the experiment. For a moment, things are calm, and Valukir feels a sense of relief pass over him. He goes to close the door, but just then, Maxine dives for him and stretches out her wings, screaming the word "Down!" seconds before the world lets out a deafening scream and fades to black. 
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I N T E N T I O N S
Valukir slowly opens his eyes, head-splitting aches making it hard for him to think. He takes in the scene around him at the pace of a slug, gaze first landing on a coldly glowing liquid substance spread across the floor. All other lighting in the room has been snuffed out, and it takes a few moments of readjusting his head before Valukir finally notices his lab partner sprawled across the floor in front of him. It takes him a minute to clear his head- is she sleeping on the job? Why is she laying like that? Until a strange thought graces his mind- where's the lower half of her body? He tries to get up to wake her, but with a jolt he finds he cannot move. The ground is caked in some dark, sticky fluid he can't make out. Turning his head to look, he notes that his left wing seems to be doing terrible- there's a wide, gaping, blood-soaked hole shredded into the leather from where heavy shelves and broken glass had fallen atop it. The reason for his inability to move had been because his wing was entirely impaled by broken shelves in the blast. Wincing, he raises his injured wing up and over the splintered wood, and he feels somewhat dizzy getting to his feet.
Finally standing on unsteady legs, he tries to properly take in the scene around him, lit only by the glowing leftovers from the tipped cauldron. Facing Maxine once more, horror fills his heart and he notes that he hadn't been seeing things wrong before- the entire lower half of her body, below the ribcage, was absent. Her wings were stretched at odd angles- it seemed she'd protected Valukir from the brunt of the explosion. Val doesn't move for a moment. "Max?" he asks, stillness flooding the air. "Max, are you alright?" Val's voice breaks into a hoarse whisper, and he kneels down before his friend. Her face is calm, almost relieved in its silence, but this does nothing to ease Val's nerves. "I'm here, Maxine... tell me what to do. Please..."
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R E P E R C U S S I O N S
Valukir stays there, leaning against Maxine's side, for what feels like years. He doesn't notice when the glowing substance on the floor begins to move, or when it seems to surround his body, first crawling up his foot and soon flowing towards his mangled wing. He doesn't notice as it hisses and burns through his feathers, leaving trails of luminous acid along the way, some of it soaking into his flesh and infusing itself into his very being. Only when the pain reaches his neck does he begin to cough and sputter in confusion, all at once contending with the notion that something very wrong is happening to him. He tries to stand, but finds he's frozen stiff in his current position, and the strange, sparkling concoction has almost completely enveloped him. Panicking now, he calls out for help- but he knows no answer will come, only the two of them were crazy enough to work in this secluded location deep in the Cairnstone Rest.
His coughs worsen, and whatever leaves his mouth is glowing much the same as the experiment. Nothing is making any sense. He can't figure out what's going on, his body feels as though it's on fire and being instantly chilled at the same time, and his vision is blurring further as dizziness returns to fog his mind. Barely conscious and slipping into another sleep, a voice rings in his head, one that he hasn't heard in years. "Val, stay awake. Get movin' kid, don't sit there and die- you've done something I never expected to see in my wildest dreams. Don't worry, maxy's here too- just move!" The voice settles down his nerves, and his coughing begins to weaken. Whatever substance had enveloped him had, by this time, either completely fused with his body or filled out the tear in his wing. He gets up with shaky movements, and makes his way towards the busted doorway. There's no time to wonder what's going on. He needs to get out of there before anything else weird happens.
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▸Species ooDragon -(Wildclaw) |
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▸Sub-Species oooooNone |
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▸Need To Know -Alchemist -Enjoys Caring for Hatchlings -Has a Past |
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