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Q&A Who are you? Name's Aduain (or Kneph); any pronouns are ok! Do you identify as a dog? No, I identify as Dog, which is mainly an inside joke but I also feel actual dogs on a special level. Don't take me too seriously though. Who's DeadBattery? I used to go by that username but the universe was cruel to me; rip What happened? PM me for that! No random friend requests? Nope, mainly because I like to keep my friends list close and personal but I have a hard time saying no to people. Do you have anxiety? Yes I do, really bad anxiety and while I may come off as an enthusiastic person at first, I have many doubts in my own skills and the slightest mean word can cripple me for a few weeks. What's up with all those random facts? I'm a person of science and I LOVE theorising, as long as it follows laws of physics and similiar, pseudoscience at most. I just love sharing what I know, please never think that I mean it in a bad way. Why do you say weird stuff about fictional things? I think we're just one of an infinite amount of fictional realities that create each other through mental processes of living beings so I take "fictional" stuff very seriously. To you, it might not be real, but to me it is. Fan of any specific media? I love PC gaming, have been doing it since I was a tiny trash goblin, and same goes for animated movies and series. A special place in my heart hold DOOM 2016, Assassin's Creed: Origins, Elite: Dangerous, Subnautica, World Racing 2, Steven Universe, The Amazing World of Gumball and Ducktales (2017) Do you like animals? I only don't like humans. I'm a bit wary of parasites but literally every other animal is fantastic and I love them with all of my heart. Memes? YES, MEMES.

- 4 digit G1 - 5 digit G1 - 6 digit G1 - 7 digit G1 - G1 Imperial - 4/20 G1 - birthday dragon

- Riftwalk day dragon - Naomi descendant - deity based G1 - XXX G1 - XYY G1 - XXY G1 - XYX G1

- Halloween dragon - unique ID dragon - glitch dragon - leap day G1 - Marva G1 - Easter Marva G1 - raffle dragon

- NY 2019 - NY 2020 - 2019 anniversary - 4th anniversary

You've been on a cloth-drenching journey for the past three days, travelling through the lush forests of The Viridian Labyrinth, by a river boat, in the back of a large beast-towed cart or even a crammed bus. On your journey behind mud-stained windows, time passes in odd ways and the faces you see become a mixture of characteristics and fantasy. You’ve met numerous fellow passengers and even made friends along the way. Some you parted ways with at the start, some have been by your side all this time, obviously going in the same direction you are. The journey you’re on might not be easy, your paths not always treaded but the adventure…it is exciting. You’ve passed through hundreds of dragon clans and villages with lush agricultural fields, tribes living in enormous tree trunks or in the treetops within mighty tree villages hidden behind blankets of leaves and blooming vines. Crossing wooden bridges strangled by vines high in gargantuan trees was nerve-wracking and passing over flooded areas or marshes was no easy task, dangers of encountering caimans and large river amphitheres were always lurking beneath the muddy water. You weren’t expecting help, but native denizens offered it, welcoming you into their river boats from which you have fished for dinner or perhaps eaten exotic fruit and vegetables grown by your masterful boatholders. Perhaps the most exciting moments of your journey were passing by powerful rivers and their waterfalls, spreading into hundreds of distributaries, and the woodland denizens utilising nature’s gifts and waterpower. It is the last day of your journey and you’re in a muddy bus, driving on a barely paved road, making the vehicle shake. You will probably feel it when you go to bed but all you can feel now is the uncomfortable heat and constant physical contact with your fellow passengers. The whole bus is hot, and it smells oddly of exotic fruit and mud. A fit and tattooed Pearlcatcher fisherdragon sits to your right. He’s wearing a brown head wrap which looks like it’s seen things, a white undershirt stained with blots of who knows what, and ripped, muddy shorts, with a net of fish hung over his shoulder, indisputably touching your pants from time to time. On your left sits an older Tundra lady, wearing a colourful, matte dress with intricate patterns, holding a pot of exotic herbs obscuring a part of your vision. What would an old lady in public transport be without at least three linen bags, all of them full of fruit, vegetables and other herbs? At this point, you are getting overwhelmed, wishing to get out and get this over with. Luckily, the sudden jerk of the bus violently stopping snaps you out of it. You quickly take your bags, push your way through the hot, crowded bus and thank the driver. You take your first step out of the vehicle and the driver is already hurrying you to leave, making you jump onto the mud below. This is it, you're finally here at the centre – at The Behemoth. You have found yourself in the suburban area of an equatorial city. The road is cracked and barely upkept, but it serves its purpose, the buildings that surround you are small houses made from finely cut rocks and baked mud, but there are a lot of them. The houses are all placed side by side but in an erratic, uneven order, each house adorned with flowers and laundry hanging off clotheslines connected to nearly every wall, instantly making you “appreciate” the joy of having neighbours. For such a small suburban area, it is lively and it is loud. There are younglings running across the street kicking a ball, merchants yelling and persuading customers to try their fruit or buy their fabrics while delivery dragons are driving on overpacked motorcycles, trying not to run over a random running hatchling. What you notice, however, is the outstanding magnificence of the enormous Tree, instantly taking your breath away. Wherever your sight can reach, the Tree and Its thousands of supporting trunks are visible, making you feel truly small in Its glory. The area you’re in is around 40 kilometres away from the Great Tree’s main trunk, but it still takes a lot of willpower not to be able to see It. You nearly can’t get enough of the view, but the sight of a colourful sign snaps you out of it. The sign is a simple but colourful plastic marker adorned with flowers, faintly flickering in the semi-obscured sun, and it is most certainly eye-catching. You read it swiftly and it says „Archives of the Viridian Labyrinth“, with a suburban-looking info-centre right below it, and an elder dragon, seemingly a Tundra, sitting at a paper-covered desk inside, visibly stressed. You approach the booth excitedly, open the glass-panel door and the chime of a small bell welcomes you. The employee seems to be busy, do you interrupt or let them notice you? Luckily, it only took a few moments for the worker to notice you, a hoarse but kind voice exits their mouth, „How can I help you, traveller?“ - they say while not taking their eyes off their papers. „Hi, I’ve been trying to get here for days, it’s so good to see a face who looks like they know their way around. Could you look for…uh…“ - you swiftly reach into your backpack to find your notes and on them the name of the clan you're looking for - „the Tehu Mer-tt.“ The busy Tundra studies the papers thoroughly and glances over at you, “I’ll kindly ask you to go outside to the window counter because you’re leaving muddy trails and our cleaning lady is currently on a break. Thank you.” It appears it's going to take a while anyway, so you peacefully exit the small info-centre. You glance at the flowerpots outside and see dozens of hummingbirds flying from one flower to another while herders lead their cows through the city’s streets. The rainforest is pulsating with life, even in a city. Your eyes follow the vines that seemingly envelop every tree and house, leading your sight into the further, old hill areas of the rainforest where the trees, getting bigger and bigger, are slowly getting more and more entangled in the symbiotic plant network of the Tree. You look at the treetops of the Behemoth, spreading out far and wide, nearly reaching your area in high altitudes, and you see fantastic works of Draconic and Beastclan civilisations. Many clans, villages, markets and even entire cities can be seen covering the gargantuan treetops of the Behemoth, most veiled in clouds and lifting fog. The sound of a small window sliding and a familiar voice breaks your train of thought, “Hey, traveller.” – the Tundra calls you to come closer. “I'm afraid the Tehu Mer-tt isn't here. They only have a vacation lot here, you'll have to look somewhere else, I’m sorry.“ The words struck you hard, and the rainforest’s heat at the very beginning of the monsoonal season made you lightheaded, causing you to nearly tumble to the ground. You quickly reposition yourself to stand more firmly, your one arm on the counter and the other on your lifted leg, slapping the mud off your pants, - “W-what do you mean? This has got to be some sort of mistake, right? Could you… could you please check again?” – you say while scratching yourself behind the ear. The dragon takes their eyes off their papers, looks straight at you and calmly replies - „Traveller, I've been working here for quite a while...“ - they say while lowering their glasses - „and I can assure you that in all these years I haven't misread not even one phrase.“ You look with an empty glance at a cat running by you, still in disbelief, trying to figure out what’s going on. You look at your notes one more time to check the name of the clan…it clearly says “Viridian Labyrinth, The Behemoth county”, but now it’s only a vacation lot? You unhurriedly look for a bar or restaurant of some sort to sit in and think about your new schedule, and as you step on the dusty road the clerk suddenly calls your surname. You get startled and stop, turning around to look at the clerk. How did they know your surname, you never told them anything about it? The Tundra gestures at you to come closer and you, confused, approach the counter once again. “I’m sorry it took so long to get your request processed, the machine here is a bit outdated.” – they say as they slap the monitor of a rigid-looking computer, “I just checked with the clan of Tehu Mer-tt and, seeing you react to your surname, I can assume you’ve been invited. I apologise for your long travels and this stunt the founder keeps pulling on you all, but it is a safety measure. Please wait here, your private transport will be here shortly.” I might finish this one day.

Notes:

• ping WolfSoulweaver if selling the date tree
  
• ping NexusEden when Nebt Aur is done
  
• ping ilios when Aaru is done
  
• ping Viivie when Nebt Taui is done
  
• Meretseger gets Bossfight - Badmash
  
• Weneg gets Stonebank - Drop Bombs
  
• Sopdu gets Varien - Valkyrie II. Lacuna
  
• Pakhet gets DotEXE - Battle Cry
  
• Santana gets Nigel Good - Don't Want To Go
  

05/28 Birthed new hatchlings! 1 Nocturne Male

05/24 Became friends with EssenceOfNexus. Maybe in a few years they'll write a buddy comedy about you guys.

05/20 Became friends with Coexistence Maybe in a few years they'll write a buddy comedy about you guys.

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