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Monocula's Clan

where the hecc is my other eye

Lesser Lair

upon the

Shattered Plain

Clan Info

-ຟēl¢໐๓ē!-

I'm Monocula, and this is my page. Simple as that, LOL!

My lair is a lore one, so every dragon in it will have a purpose! So, if I buy your dragon, they'll be just the same. I don't exalt, unless I need to.

I collect everything. Apparel, familiars, materials, dragons, everything. I especially like the little doggy apparel thingies! And the kitties, too! I'm trying to collect all of them. ALL OF THEM. But anything is great! :D

Especially pants.

I collect all the pants.

I like roleplaying, especially in the FR universe! Sooo...If you want to, just ask :P. I like breeding/buying cute dragons, and writing lore for my dragons (Note: I have dragons that come from breeding pairs within the clan, but they're probably not canonically related, unless their parents are listed as 'mates' in their bios). Like, they're all going to have a backstory. No exceptions. Here's the clan lore if you're wondering (best imagined with some old guy speaking slowly, and some ethereal music playing in the background):

LORE

When Sjokke first hatched, his parents were proud. Even if he was small, and weaker than his siblings. For even in the Wyrmwound, that horrid, infectious scar on Sornieth, life found a way...even if its chances were slim. But not long after he first opened his eyes, his parents discovered something that would change their son's life.

He was blind.

While they stared at the little hatchling, his eyes gazed off into the distance, seeing only nothing. Wordlessly, the mother picked up her son for the first and last time, while the father calmed down the squealing siblings.

And, leaving as quickly as she came, the mother left her son at the edge of the clan boundaries. Vulnerable, small, and completely alone.

Surely, he would have succumbed, wouldn't he?

No...

He thrived.

Wandering Sornieth with nothing but his luck, Sjokke found himself a lair...

A life...

And love.

With Jarta by his side, he began his own clan, vowing to himself that no-one will be left behind. Not even the blind, the frail, or the small.