Vyetti
(#12178497)
the First
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.32 m
Wingspan
20.54 m
Weight
7422.44 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Falcon
Falcon
Gold
Safari
Safari
Gold
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Guardian
EXP: 1734 / 8380
STR
19
AGI
14
DEF
16
QCK
13
INT
12
VIT
13
MND
10
Biography
V Y E T T I
Founder • First • Gatekeeper
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| H I S T O R Y | Every legend, every story and rumour about the arid lands of the Scarred Wasteland are all true. The expansive scar of festering viruses, a province where the very land itself lives and squirms underfoot. Vyetti was born to this diseased land, coughing the green liquid from her lungs as she emerged from her leaking egg. Like most dragons from the Plague province, Vyetti began her fight for survival since day one. It was but mere expectation; either fight to survive the disease, or succumb to the sickness. Usually for hatchlings, every meal was a fight for who got the freshest and most succulent morsels; the losers were left with whatever moulded scraps were discarded by the rest. But not Vyetti. No, she was hatched on her own; her mother's skeleton collapsed and half picked clean by the side of the nest, her father probably killed, and the other eggs rotted and imploded. She was alone. Vyetti grew quickly. Her muscles were strong and defined, the pads of her feet full of callouses, and rough from the coarse ground beneath her. She learned fast to hunt for herself, how to spot fresh meat, and avoid prey who were infested with viruses. The healthy food gave chase. She learned to pick her way gracefully through the elastic tendrils of the Wandering Contagion, until she was no longer a lumbering Guardian, but a lithe panther. Her every breath churned the metallic taste of disease in her lungs, but for a dragon of Plague, she was not affected. For four years, Yvetti lived on her own, a lone wanderer of the festering land, until she came across a break in the elastic guck of the Wandering Contagion. It was wide enough to create a lair, a space to call her own. However, she came across the space just as another wanderer did: a tundra named Ragfen. She braced for a fight, ready and willing to forcibly stake her claim. But the Tundra lowered his head in a show of surrender before she could even calculate her first strike. Taken off guard, Ragfen spoke. He told her how he wasn’t looking for a fight, just shelter from the elements. He explained how he was first generation to be born in Plague, and how he was not naturally equipped to survive the infectious land. Vyetti didn’t know how long her bloodline lived in Plague, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t mean to be there either. But Ragfen looked more sickly than she, and Vyetti accepted his plea. They settled into the den together, a surprising refuge from the land of pestilence. Throughout their stay, their den became a shelter for passing dragons sick or dying from the elements. As the lair grew, it was clear they couldn’t stay. And so came the night when Vyetti would gather her clan, and embark them across the diseased soil in search of a better home. |
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Vyetti
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