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Foston

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Level 7 Skydancer

Energy: 50/50

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Length

3.57 m

Wingspan

5.27 m

Weight

939.69 kg

Genetics

Charcoal
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Beige
Circuit

Hatchday

Jul 07, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 7 Skydancer

EXP: 9508 / 11881

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༻ Foston ༺

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Foston is a young aspiring Inventor.

He use to be found roaming in the Rainsong Jungle quite often, That is until he picked a fight with an all too powerful Deadwood Boar. The animal tore into Foston's hind legs, almost killing the young dragon.

After the fight and a few months of healing, he still wasn't able to walk. Most thought it would ruin his mentality but, they were wrong. At that moment he knew what he needed to do. Pearling up with Tara, he and the Nocturn had created an pair of prosthetic legs for him to wear, baffling the rest of the clan.

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Red. Pain. Light. Dark. That's all I feel like I know. Slipping in and out of consciousness, slipping out of the world. All I can do is glance up as a beautiful silvery-gray nocturne appears in my line of vision, and suddenly, she's next to me, saying something to me, but I can't hear her. I feel like I am underwater. Am I underwater? Is there even water in this... Place? Another wave of drowsiness ebbs into my skull and into my brain. I focus on the nocturne's crystal-like scales and try to fight to the surface again, but the pull is too strong. Why me? My limbs. I try to kick my legs or slice my claws at my captor, but no one is in this strange abyss but me. Who.. Am... I...?

A smooth, small talon is squeezing mine. Am I going to be sucked deeper? Is this yet another stage of torture and pain to go through? Am I...dead?
"He'll live, but never be the same again." A deep voice entered my thoughts. Or was it real? I can't honestly tell anymore.
"Please... I found him in a giant puddle of blood, a-and h-his legs..." A smaller voice this time broke into stifled sobs.
"Ma'am, I must ask you not to squeeze his talon that hard..." The deeper voice said.
My eyes were starting to adjust to the light, so I looked down at my talon to see it was slightly purplish-white. The nocturne snatched her talon away as if I had burned her. She was looking into my eyes as if searching for something deep inside. My heart skipped a beat seeing her here, right in front of my very eyes, so close, I could...reach out and touch her. Her name. Her name was... Tara. Yes, that sounded right. My eyes widened. Why was she here, at my bedside, if that's what it even was? I needed to tell her she was in the wrong room, that she probably meant to go next door. But how? My tongue lolled about in my mouth for a while before I could make a sound. "Uuyyoolluguuuutddeerrrooooonngrwom," I managed. Wow. That wasn't what I meant to say. At all. "What?..." Tara asked. "Yuuuu guuuuuuttt deeee rooongg ruum." I tried. "You." That's all I understood." Tara turned to someone else, probably the other voice, the deeper one I heard earlier. "That's all I really understood either. Can you try again?" The deeper voice asked. That last question was pointed to me, I could tell. After a few more attempts at talking, I was able to muster saying 'Yuu got dee wrooong room' and they laughed and explained to me that I had an accident, a horrible, horrible accident and that I would feel better soon thanks to Tara, the voice, who ended up being a medic at her clan, pointed out, and also that I would be sentenced to stay in bed for quite a while. That last statement didn't seem right, though. I sat up in protest, feeling a searing pain in my waist. But why my waist? I looked down, expecting something way less unnerving and surprising as what I saw. And I hope I never see anything as scary again. I hope, I wish, that this is not true, that my legs are actually still there.

MONTHS LATER

I looked into Tara's soft purple eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "I have something I want to tell you." We said at the same time. "Well, you go first then." I said. "Okay," she said. "Well, I was thinking that we could... Maybe create a replacement for your legs." I was surprised at this. Replace my legs? How? "You mean... Like prosthetic legs?" I asked shakily. "Well, yes, I suppose that would be right." Tara gazed into my eyes with that piercing stare of hers. Searching, like she does. Us. Create. "Well, what I was going to say is I was... Thinking about... Maybe getting a job in the clan?" I half-asked, half-told her. "Which just would benefit the possibility of us making your prosthetic legs!" Tara exclaimed. I couldn't see how that would benefit the possibility.. Unless... "Me? An inventor?" I uncertainly asked her. "I don't know if that-" "You can! I know you can. We can. We can invent that. Together." She said. "Together." I repeated.

Bio by Fallingstar5 and edited by Novawaltz.

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