Crim
(#15134494)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Darktouched Chimera
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.23 m
Wingspan
6.83 m
Weight
825.2 kg
Genetics
Grey
Ripple
Ripple
Magenta
Current
Current
Crimson
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
The newborn Coatl watched the woman wander from cage to cage, looking at all the so-called fodder dragons. Sadly, he was in that category. Only 7000 treasure. He was practically begging to be exalted.
Well, his owner was begging for him to be exalted.
The nameless Coatl bristled at that. His parents didn't even argue when he and his sister were plucked from their nest and dropped into this place--the Auction House. Did parents just not complain about that kind of thing? Was it common?
He hated it. If he ever had kids, he'd never throw them in here. Ever.
A familiar Nocturne face was peering into his cage. He jumped, pink and gray feathers puffing. It was that Nocturne a few cages over, the one brought in a day after him! How did she get out?
...Oh, because the woman was carrying her. So she bought the little Nocturne. Of course. He nearly rolled his light green eyes in self-contempt.
"Flit, look at this little guy!" the woman said, fingers curling around the door of his cage.
"Pretty!" the purple Fae on her shoulder chirped.
"Is pretty all you're going for? I'm not pretty but I'm still here!" the big green Guardian behind her complained.
"You're pretty. You and I are Basic. They're patterned. All of us are pretty," the Fae chirped, abandoning her human companion's shoulder to instead perch on the Guardian's massive head.
"Whatever," the Guardian grumbled, making no move to toss the Fae off.
The Coatl hatchling watched in shock as his cage was opened, the woman reaching in to claim him. The treasure was paid out promptly. He had been bought. The Nocturne crawled up onto the woman's shoulder so he could he held.
"You're so cute! How about...Rosie?"
"That's a male, Rose," the Guardian rumbled.
"Oh! Oops! Guess it might be smart to check before I name, huh?" the woman laughed. "Well then...Crim."
"Isn't that the name of that nutty collection dragon in the Trading Post?" the Guardian pointed out.
"I like the name!" the woman pouting. "I'm calling him Crim."
"I'm sure she'd be honored," the Guardian snickered.
Crim. That was his name now. Crim.
He could get used to that. Anything to get out of this crazy place.
Well, his owner was begging for him to be exalted.
The nameless Coatl bristled at that. His parents didn't even argue when he and his sister were plucked from their nest and dropped into this place--the Auction House. Did parents just not complain about that kind of thing? Was it common?
He hated it. If he ever had kids, he'd never throw them in here. Ever.
A familiar Nocturne face was peering into his cage. He jumped, pink and gray feathers puffing. It was that Nocturne a few cages over, the one brought in a day after him! How did she get out?
...Oh, because the woman was carrying her. So she bought the little Nocturne. Of course. He nearly rolled his light green eyes in self-contempt.
"Flit, look at this little guy!" the woman said, fingers curling around the door of his cage.
"Pretty!" the purple Fae on her shoulder chirped.
"Is pretty all you're going for? I'm not pretty but I'm still here!" the big green Guardian behind her complained.
"You're pretty. You and I are Basic. They're patterned. All of us are pretty," the Fae chirped, abandoning her human companion's shoulder to instead perch on the Guardian's massive head.
"Whatever," the Guardian grumbled, making no move to toss the Fae off.
The Coatl hatchling watched in shock as his cage was opened, the woman reaching in to claim him. The treasure was paid out promptly. He had been bought. The Nocturne crawled up onto the woman's shoulder so he could he held.
"You're so cute! How about...Rosie?"
"That's a male, Rose," the Guardian rumbled.
"Oh! Oops! Guess it might be smart to check before I name, huh?" the woman laughed. "Well then...Crim."
"Isn't that the name of that nutty collection dragon in the Trading Post?" the Guardian pointed out.
"I like the name!" the woman pouting. "I'm calling him Crim."
"I'm sure she'd be honored," the Guardian snickered.
Crim. That was his name now. Crim.
He could get used to that. Anything to get out of this crazy place.
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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Exalting Crim to the service of the Arcanist 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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