Belle
(#47896416)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Petalwing Peryton
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is hibernating.
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Hatchling dragons cannot wear apparel.
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.02 m
Wingspan
0.69 m
Weight
19.19 kg
Genetics
Flaxen
Skink
Skink
Platinum
Constellation
Constellation
Flaxen
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
|
╭
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
 B E L L E Young Prodigy ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
Spoiled | Persuasive | Cunning ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
╭
Not for Sale/Stud
3.5kg purchase; 1.5kg in genes
╰
|
Catchy phrase here!
╭
Cherished highly by the House, Belle is a prodigy of magic, and can ve extremely persuasive. She is best at the subtle magics, those that trick and fool the mind. Her persuasion is helped by her fluffy pastel fur and downy feathers, which give her the air of a small and innocent hatchling. Very used to getting her way in things, due to how most of the clan adores her and give her whatever she likes. Can be very snobby to dragons and beastfolk that are not part of the clan.
╰
╭
There were many lessons scheduled for today, but Belle scoffed at them. She’d already decided that she was not going to spend the day confined to a classroom. Looking at her, though, one wouldn’t have thought she had any mischief in mind. She greeted her tutor with great courtesy, and he nodded approvingly, complimenting her on her good behavior and manners. Inside, Belle was laughing at him. Everything was going according to plan. Sure enough, when the clan elders checked later on, they saw that the old Wildclaw was alone in the room, contentedly working on lesson plans. The problem was that it was still some hours before the lesson was due to have ended. “Why, she didn’t seem to need it! What an extraordinarily bright child. She understood the material so well, and she was incredibly polite too. I really couldn’t say no...” It was a familiar problem. This tutor hadn’t been the first to underestimate Belle, and he definitely wouldn’t be the last. ~ ~ ~ Once Belle was out of the classroom, she strolled calmly along: The trick was not to run or skulk, for a confident air could sometimes be the greatest illusion—and it was one she wielded with incredible poise. Indeed, Belle did a lot of things with poise. Growing up among the dragons of House Aaldir had elevated her above most children her age. She was a true prodigy, intelligent and skilled beyond her years. The lessons were meant to augment her knowledge—after all, one couldn’t be born knowing everything—but they could also be boring, and that was all Belle needed to decide that they were useless. There were more entertaining and worthwhile things outside. Her destination: a gaily colored collection of booths and tents. Rockbreaker’s Ceremony was drawing near, and dragons from other clans were setting up stalls for the festivities. They weren’t giving out prizes—at least not yet. They cooed over Belle as she sat through one dragoness’ description of a ball-toss game. It was almost distressingly easy, but she waited, her face the very picture of innocent attentiveness. At the end of the explanation, she said, “I would like to try it.” “Certainly, little lady! Step right up—put your front paws here—and...!” Bang—right in the middle of one target! And another, and another. The attendant clapped her paws, and Belle purred, “How easy your game is! Do I get a prize?” “You’re an excellent shot, little lady! Would you like to take any of these home?” And Belle was presented with a cache of cheap plush toys. She normally would’ve turned her snout up at them, but the rush of triumph from beating this simple game...She grabbed a soft tadhop toy and held it close, beaming victoriously. After that, it was a whirlwind of conquests for Belle. Seeing the games being set up really helped; it became ridiculously easy to beat them. Contests of luck, intelligence, and accuracy? She could certainly handle those. Even the gruffest carnies melted before her soft, sweet smile. Belle charmed them into surrendering not just toys, but also snacks: popcorn, candied apples, and sugar beans. The novelty of the toys would soon wear off, but the snacks looked more promising. Eventually, Belle found a perch from which to continue observing things. She’d read of these elemental festivals, but this was her first chance to see a carnival being constructed. She watched with glittering violet eyes, snacks spilling from her paws and the toys lying carelessly nearby. “Oy, there’s a new girl! Hey, new girl!” And with a whir of wings, a flock of Fae hatchlings appeared. They burst through the trees, sending autumn leaves tumbling down. Belle’s mane bristled. Who were these little scamps, here to interrupt her observations? She took in their rough clothing, deduced that they must be with the roving carnival folk. They stared admiringly at her snacks and toys. “Wooooww, you must be a real good player!” “Ah, yes. It’s excellent that you’ve noticed.” Now that there were no adults nearby, Belle felt she could be more careless with her speech. She smiled a neat, brittle smile at the Faes. “Can ya teach us? We wanna get lotsa prizes too!” Belle chuckled indulgently at them. She held up some slightly sticky claws. “Well, then! The first thing you must remember is that...” ~ ~ ~ The tutor intercepted Belle as she was trudging home. She said nothing, but the sullen pout on her face indicated that her escape hadn’t been all she’d hoped it would be. “Foolish brats!” Belle was muttering. “They asked me to teach them how to play those silly games. And I explained so simply, but they still couldn’t understand a word! They called me ‘weird’ and...ugh, why are people so difficult?” It was a bit rich, coming from her. But then, while he was no prodigy himself, the old Wildclaw had been a child, too, once. He knew how it went. He could explain it to Belle. Tell her that that was just how things worked, that people’s minds were all different and there could be any number of factors making them “difficult”. But having encountered Belle’s own willfulness, he knew that an explanation would not suffice. She would have to learn this lesson herself. It wouldn’t be the first, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Instead, he cajoled her, “Not necessarily difficult, Belle. Just different. Come along now. We still have plenty of pages to get through: that chapter on tangible illusions, for a start! Your elders tell me you’ll like...” He trailed off, realizing he’d lost his audience, and he turned to see Belle scampering away—fully ready to take on the world again. Like so many tutors before him, he considered shouting after her. But she would be all right, and it would be good for her to run around and let off steam after a stressful day. She might be different from many other children—but she was still a child, after all. ~ written by Disillusionist (254672) all edits by other users
╰
ETYMOLOGY - early 17th century: from French, feminine of beau, from Latin bella, feminine of bellus ‘beautiful’ RELATIONS – – |
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.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Belle to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.