Aorta
(#32664533)
Level 25 Coatl
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Energy: 44/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.64 m
Wingspan
8.73 m
Weight
947.34 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Petals
Petals
Nightshade
Freckle
Freckle
Crimson
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
108
AGI
9
DEF
14
QCK
74
INT
5
VIT
40
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
mikhael #152042 wrote:
the stories of the cheshire cat, and the way it would fade away to only a grin - the second before it disappears together, the gleam of teeth thread-thin and twisting in emptiness. epic poems and forgotten stories; homer's wine-dark sea. the burn of homemade cordial, gulped with white-knuckled fingers. deep rich-red velvet, one shade darker than blood. thin silver inlays in graceful swirling lines.
aorta
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light sprite is with adele so i can bond with other fams
mineraltownnpc #342794 wrote:
In mid-autumn the Labyrinth's god-tree reaches its prime, laden with ambrosial fruit yet beyond the reach of any bird, beast, or dragon. As the moon ripens to harvest fullness, so too does the fruit of the god-tree. On this night only, its crown leans heavily upon the rim of the red moon's brow, seeking a goddess's touch.
Quickly and quietly, the Moon Goddess and her guiding light relieve the god-tree of its fruit so it may again raise its verdant crown, and that beneath it we on Sornieth might enjoy another year hidden from the Shade's hunger.
But what of the Moon Goddess?
***
As the night sinks deeper into itself, the sprite's long ears tremble with the distant echoes of a many-chambered and much-cursed heart; a hide of cold, blinking stars that splits, erupts, and collapses inward; the cycle of cosmic death and cosmic rebirth...
It's close.
Their paws fumble the sacred pestle (“close” is always too close) as they mash the god-tree's noxious seeds into flour and its flesh into jam for their charge's ritual meal. It will grant ascendancy to her mind, body, and soul, so she might do battle with the Shade in its own weird and slant dimension.
As she has done for the millennia since her First Ascendance, the goddess shares a toast with her guide-sprite and those who still honor her name...before the next moon rises in her ready claws, its crescent honed by her fiery and dutiful blood.
On the coldest winter nights, when autumn has long gone to ground to await the new year, remember Aorta the Loftheart, Master of the Moonscale Sickle, which sings brightest when the moon is but a lean, whisper-sharp rib beneath the night's hide of cold stars.
Quickly and quietly, the Moon Goddess and her guiding light relieve the god-tree of its fruit so it may again raise its verdant crown, and that beneath it we on Sornieth might enjoy another year hidden from the Shade's hunger.
But what of the Moon Goddess?
***
As the night sinks deeper into itself, the sprite's long ears tremble with the distant echoes of a many-chambered and much-cursed heart; a hide of cold, blinking stars that splits, erupts, and collapses inward; the cycle of cosmic death and cosmic rebirth...
It's close.
Their paws fumble the sacred pestle (“close” is always too close) as they mash the god-tree's noxious seeds into flour and its flesh into jam for their charge's ritual meal. It will grant ascendancy to her mind, body, and soul, so she might do battle with the Shade in its own weird and slant dimension.
As she has done for the millennia since her First Ascendance, the goddess shares a toast with her guide-sprite and those who still honor her name...before the next moon rises in her ready claws, its crescent honed by her fiery and dutiful blood.
On the coldest winter nights, when autumn has long gone to ground to await the new year, remember Aorta the Loftheart, Master of the Moonscale Sickle, which sings brightest when the moon is but a lean, whisper-sharp rib beneath the night's hide of cold stars.
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sylvandyr is the absolute best ♥
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This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Aorta to the service of the Icewarden will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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