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Atem

(#547337)

LOST.

Familiar

Glassbound Gustvul

Energy: 47/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.87 m

Wingspan

2.87 m

Weight

352.35 kg

Genetics

Lead
Stitched

Iris
Bee

Mint
Opal

Hatchday

Sep 03, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Light
Uncommon

Level 25 Tundra

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

125

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

times picked for dragon games: 2

ATEM
weaver

Atem looked in the mirror, within the large pure crystalline surface of the shard was something else. He tilted his head, the dragon staring back at him tilted his in turn. It felt strange. He adjusted his body, wriggling and stretching all of his limbs. This dragon was definitely him, it opened its mouth at the same time he did as he asked his own reflection:

"Is this real?"

Of course, the reflection could not reply, and the only thing disturbing the sound of waves gently breaking a distant shoreline was his voice.

He knew that freedom always came at a cost, but this was something else. He could see that his wings were still fractured and still crystal, but he could move the shards now as if they were his own wings.

The crystallisation had receded from most of his body, but still it remained, their pure green surfaces like crystal sores across his body. As he moved his paws, inspecting and wriggling each toe around the crystal shifted too, no longer completely solid. Most jarring of all however, was everything else. He tapped his skin, and it felt exactly how it looked: like a soft quilt. He pushed on the fabric, he could feel his paw jabbing into himself. Internally it felt like flesh, it felt like his old body, but externally it felt like the soft fabric it looked like. He felt the stitches between the different patterned patches that his flesh now consisted of, the sensation making him shiver with disgust. The more he felt himself, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to throw up.

He retched, but couldn't produce anything. Not even stomach acid. Did he still have stomach acid? He whimpered quietly, turning away from the mirror, though if he looked down at himself he simply saw his horrified face reflected in his own crystallisation. He was cured, but at what cost? Was this better than simply fading away, and becoming a spirit? Maybe he already was a spirit, a spirit haunting a construction of fabric and rock.

He closed his eyes for a moment, but upon opening them again nothing changed. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe he should just go to sleep, and when he woke up, he'd be back in his own flesh. He curled up on the ground, though he could feel the fabric as his legs touched his torso. He needed to sleep, but he couldn't stop staring into space. Contemplating his new existence.

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