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Nacre
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Info
Level 1
Skydancer Female
Hatchday
May 22, 2018 (1 year)
Stats Growth
Length
3.34M
Wingspan
3.67M
Weight
796.33KG
Genes
PrimaryPearl Poison
SecondaryPearl Toxin
TertiaryPearl Runes
Eye TypePlague Common
Energy: 0 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Familiar
Information
♊ "the men called her hecate. they called her medusa, the morrigan. anything but her name. "


The Witch.


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They came for her when she was young.

Though the elders of her clan had done well to hide her origins, the land she was born in had dug its mark into her skull with the unforgiving shade of crimson. Her magic would be useful, they reasoned. She would do a great service to the warring lands, and her family would be rewarded with a great deal of honor, even compensated. And, of course, what could they do but agree? It was their own faults they had gotten caught up in this land of plague, and when she had been born it had been the final nail to keep them from leaving. This was their one chance to finally escape, and what a chance it was. Freedom from both this place they had come to hate, and the being that had trapped them there.

They were cruel to the young girl, as she had never known before. Each day, they introduced her to a great unkindness, the likes of which the world of warfare would not gaze upon. No one would have expected it from such a small child, to succumb to such an evil, to let that wretched magic flow through her and leave no stone unturned, no tree without wind of the destruction, the plague spreading throughout her body and the body of the Earth around her. And with that, it all went still. Quiet. Quiet as a newborn day, warm and hazy, a sultry wetness in the air.

And what a chance it was.
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Nacre is a dragon of contradictions, she is the Witch of the Wilds, the Unholy Ghost of the Urban Decay. Finding such a pretty dragon that came from plague, a very dark and un-pretty place, one has to imagine that her luck would be hard to come by. And then, when I accidentally slipped a Nature themed outfit on her in the dressing room, it was then I knew what I wanted this dragon to be. This is a dragon of long-held redemption. A dragon of contradicting fate, going against what others believe you are destined to be. This is a sign of life in a valley of rot, this is a witch on the outskirts of the village who repents for her dark past by caring to their sick young, even if they won't let her in for fear of what they don't understand.

 
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