Royal
(#13299511)
Level 21 Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.53 m
Wingspan
6.37 m
Weight
419.89 kg
Genetics
Mulberry
Cherub
Cherub
Lemon
Facet
Facet
Platinum
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 21 Skydancer
EXP: 55775 / 127509
STR
5
AGI
24
DEF
5
QCK
53
INT
105
VIT
16
MND
5
Biography
Royal, the False Queen
"My loyalties lie foremost with my Family, then my Kingdom, and lastly my King."
A long time ago, when Royal was in her youth, she lived on the roads of the Zephyr Steppes.
His first - and last noble act.
Bravery had been caught twice before - and there was no mercy left to share with him. Royal watched in traumatic apathy as they nailed Bravery by the throat to a wooden fence. His eyes locked with hers' as he gasped and squeaked for air. A gurgling rattle filled her ears as blood and spit bubbled and dribbled from his mouth.
A very dramatic example.
Royal had never been caught before. They gave a mark on the wrist to remind what would happen next time she was caught.
She felt sick. She felt sick. She felt sick. She needed to lay her eggs. She had no mate. Bravery was dead. She was alone.
Sick.
She vomited onto the dirt floor. The dragons that had just killed her mate looked at her with kind, worried eyes.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She ran into the forest, plunging through trees and leaves, it was a heavy, shambling run. Burdened.
She dove into a cave she and Bravery had made once, months before. One they had given up on using because it was to near to the village, and they were afraid of being discovered.
Inside, she tore with tooth and beak, at her scales, at her feathers, at dirt and rock and her own wings. She tried not to be sick again.
When she was done, a haphazard nest of dirt, feathers and sheaths of scaled skin was made. For three days she sat, without eating, and hardly sleeping. She dared not mourn.
She couldn't. Not now. Not when the eggs where nearly here.
And then she laid them. Five. It took a while.
She couldn't believe it. Such a blessing to some mothers. But not her - she would never be able to raise them all. She couldn't. How could she?
It felt like a joke. Like something was laughing at her. Raising one hatchling to adulthood by yourself was an ordeal, but five?
She laughed. Bitter, and weak.
"At least," she murmured, "at least, I shall be kept busy."
Art by AceZaslavsky
"My loyalties lie foremost with my Family, then my Kingdom, and lastly my King."
A long time ago, when Royal was in her youth, she lived on the roads of the Zephyr Steppes.
Royal found no love or sympathy for those who worked long, hard hours for all they owned, and found her life was better suited to taking advantage of their labor by picking pockets, conning and pilfering whatever she could get her hands on. The life of a thief was exciting to her, young thing she was, and convinced herself that she was unsuited for an average life, and would tire of it, if only she tried. On her rambunctious journey she met a handsome dragon named Bravery, who she felt was like minded. As soon as their paths crossed, their life turned into a flaming romance, the kind that only young, naïve idiots are capable of. Every other breath from their mouths spoke of 'Destiny' and 'Soulmates'. Such flames are burdened to lose control - such is their lot in life. And lose control it did, not with a flicker, but with a pyre. Royal was pregnant. With each month that passed, their capers grew riskier as people learned their names and faces. Yet they dared not move further into the wilderness, for fear of the roaming beast clans. And then, one day Royal was caught by the dragons she had been stealing from her whole life, and the merry, selfish, self-indulgent dream was over. She was too pregnant to escape speedily on foot, and the snares had caught her wings anyhow. Bravery, to his credit, stayed by her each step of the way, his stubbornness and pride, for once, serving a noble purpose. |
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Bravery had been caught twice before - and there was no mercy left to share with him. Royal watched in traumatic apathy as they nailed Bravery by the throat to a wooden fence. His eyes locked with hers' as he gasped and squeaked for air. A gurgling rattle filled her ears as blood and spit bubbled and dribbled from his mouth.
A very dramatic example.
Royal had never been caught before. They gave a mark on the wrist to remind what would happen next time she was caught.
She felt sick. She felt sick. She felt sick. She needed to lay her eggs. She had no mate. Bravery was dead. She was alone.
Sick.
She vomited onto the dirt floor. The dragons that had just killed her mate looked at her with kind, worried eyes.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She ran into the forest, plunging through trees and leaves, it was a heavy, shambling run. Burdened.
She dove into a cave she and Bravery had made once, months before. One they had given up on using because it was to near to the village, and they were afraid of being discovered.
Inside, she tore with tooth and beak, at her scales, at her feathers, at dirt and rock and her own wings. She tried not to be sick again.
When she was done, a haphazard nest of dirt, feathers and sheaths of scaled skin was made. For three days she sat, without eating, and hardly sleeping. She dared not mourn.
She couldn't. Not now. Not when the eggs where nearly here.
And then she laid them. Five. It took a while.
She couldn't believe it. Such a blessing to some mothers. But not her - she would never be able to raise them all. She couldn't. How could she?
It felt like a joke. Like something was laughing at her. Raising one hatchling to adulthood by yourself was an ordeal, but five?
She laughed. Bitter, and weak.
"At least," she murmured, "at least, I shall be kept busy."
"They call me the 'wisest'
and the 'purest',
but where is the merit in that
when I live in a brothel of fools?"
and the 'purest',
but where is the merit in that
when I live in a brothel of fools?"
Art by AceZaslavsky
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