Roman
(#51374030)
Level 5 Coatl
Familiar
Paddyfowl
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Coatl
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.01 m
Wingspan
7.08 m
Weight
977.77 kg
Genetics
Rose
Cherub
Cherub
Nightshade
Seraph
Seraph
Eldritch
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Coatl
EXP: 636 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
The following lore is by mawile94 of Storyteller's Glade!
Ruffling his feathers, Roman strutted into the Berrywine Teahouse. His paw caught on the wooden boards of the floor, causing him to stumble slightly before righting himself. His golden eyes gleamed with confidence as he struck a table with his claw, drawing the attention of the dragons sipping tea.
“Greetings, dear clanmates! As the most responsible, most intelligent, and most educated dragon, I have decided to volunteer to watch over all of you and become the clan’s vice-leader. Now, tea, anyone?”
The other dragons looked at him strangely, each one seeming to study his face with a bemused expression. All at once, a flurry of whispers began. Each word drifted across the teahouse, flying towards Roman in hordes and taunting him. He couldn’t decipher the sentences; words, however, did make their way to his ears.
“Unfit.”
“This goofy idiot?”
“Is he kidding?”
“I doubt it.”
“Childish.”
Uncertainty began to creep into Roman’s heart.
“Well then, I’ll take that as a no. Not that you had much choice. I’ll make sure nobody needs to worry about our clan anymore.” Strutting out the door in a similar, but, less confident fashion, Roman made sure not to look back.
By the time he reached his cave, Prince Roman was no longer strutting; he trudged his paws across the soil, the turmoil in his heart increasing each step he took. Even his shining, bright golden crown seemed to look duller and darker. Lifting his head, a bright orange dragon with violet feathers came into view.
“Oh? What’s this? Is my baby brother feeling sad? What happened?”
Roman sighed. “Sunshine, I’m not just sad. It’s an absolute tragedy that my people don’t love me already! They doubt my strength, and oh, they aren’t confident that I’m good enough to rule!”
Sunshine laughed. “I believe in you. You might be a little overconfident, but I know that deep inside, you care. You just have to learn how to show it. Good luck.”
Roman smiled as tears filled his golden eyes.
“Thanks,” Then, Sunshine’s words struck him. “Sunshine, did you just call me overconfident?”
The laughter of the siblings was soon echoing through the camp, drawing a smile to all those who heard it. Maybe one day, Prince Roman would be able to live up to his name as a ruler of Clan Scuridae.
Ruffling his feathers, Roman strutted into the Berrywine Teahouse. His paw caught on the wooden boards of the floor, causing him to stumble slightly before righting himself. His golden eyes gleamed with confidence as he struck a table with his claw, drawing the attention of the dragons sipping tea.
“Greetings, dear clanmates! As the most responsible, most intelligent, and most educated dragon, I have decided to volunteer to watch over all of you and become the clan’s vice-leader. Now, tea, anyone?”
The other dragons looked at him strangely, each one seeming to study his face with a bemused expression. All at once, a flurry of whispers began. Each word drifted across the teahouse, flying towards Roman in hordes and taunting him. He couldn’t decipher the sentences; words, however, did make their way to his ears.
“Unfit.”
“This goofy idiot?”
“Is he kidding?”
“I doubt it.”
“Childish.”
Uncertainty began to creep into Roman’s heart.
“Well then, I’ll take that as a no. Not that you had much choice. I’ll make sure nobody needs to worry about our clan anymore.” Strutting out the door in a similar, but, less confident fashion, Roman made sure not to look back.
By the time he reached his cave, Prince Roman was no longer strutting; he trudged his paws across the soil, the turmoil in his heart increasing each step he took. Even his shining, bright golden crown seemed to look duller and darker. Lifting his head, a bright orange dragon with violet feathers came into view.
“Oh? What’s this? Is my baby brother feeling sad? What happened?”
Roman sighed. “Sunshine, I’m not just sad. It’s an absolute tragedy that my people don’t love me already! They doubt my strength, and oh, they aren’t confident that I’m good enough to rule!”
Sunshine laughed. “I believe in you. You might be a little overconfident, but I know that deep inside, you care. You just have to learn how to show it. Good luck.”
Roman smiled as tears filled his golden eyes.
“Thanks,” Then, Sunshine’s words struck him. “Sunshine, did you just call me overconfident?”
The laughter of the siblings was soon echoing through the camp, drawing a smile to all those who heard it. Maybe one day, Prince Roman would be able to live up to his name as a ruler of Clan Scuridae.
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