Sol
(#15441986)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.67 m
Wingspan
8.79 m
Weight
883.57 kg
Genetics
Maize
Iridescent
Iridescent
White
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
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
SOL
acrobat
elegant | warm | curious | frail
acrobat
elegant | warm | curious | frail
"He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease..."
His wings.
Oh, deities- his wings. What useless things. Limp, lifeless, twisted and mangled against his back. As if the coloring he was born with wasn't injury enough. That sickly coloring of ill fortune and bad omens; that sickly coloring- the lack thereof. A homeless hatchling, a loveless hatchling. Days old. Perhaps hours, even. Had he even yet seen his first meal?
Children cry when they need attention.
Sol had many tears to shed.
Though, then, he had no name. His family- a term used loosely- hadn't bothered. Frankly, the small Coatl spent much of his time not knowing that the world around him was a world of names. He had little awareness of the hums and buzzes of his mother tongue, much less Draconic. He perceived the world around him as it was. No labels. No anything. All he could do was walk, and eat, and breathe, and sleep. Life was a hazy dream. Time moved forward, sweeping the oblivious hatchling along with it.
His first friend was the discovery of reflection. In time, he came to understand that the bright yellow eyes blinking back at him from the water were his own.
His second friend was a particularly lovely gemstone he'd unearthed. In time, he came to understand that the dots of dirt were not eyes and that his beloved buddy was not alive.
Sol went through many 'friends.' It's how he came to comprehend the world. He learned how it works this way, without anyone there to teach him straightforwardly.
Every false 'friend' went on to remind him of his loneliness.
One day, the hatchling was surprised to see his reflection in the forest. Not in the water, not on a mirror- his own face stared back at him between the wood. Except... the eyes. The eyes that blinked back were of a different hue- a bright, crisp green. The odd reflection- or so he thought- hummed discordant sounds to him, and he was confused. The reflection frowned, and the reflection moved, and suddenly the reflection's muted wing was around the hatchling, whom hadn't realized that he'd begun to cry.
The odd reflection taught him to speak. He taught him names.
He'd named him Sol because of the sun in his eyes.
Sol had named him Pox because of the rashes on his arms.
Sol didn't fully grasp the conventions of naming- but Pox took the name either way.
Pox was his first true friend. His brother. His family.
Work in progress.
Oh, deities- his wings. What useless things. Limp, lifeless, twisted and mangled against his back. As if the coloring he was born with wasn't injury enough. That sickly coloring of ill fortune and bad omens; that sickly coloring- the lack thereof. A homeless hatchling, a loveless hatchling. Days old. Perhaps hours, even. Had he even yet seen his first meal?
Children cry when they need attention.
Sol had many tears to shed.
Though, then, he had no name. His family- a term used loosely- hadn't bothered. Frankly, the small Coatl spent much of his time not knowing that the world around him was a world of names. He had little awareness of the hums and buzzes of his mother tongue, much less Draconic. He perceived the world around him as it was. No labels. No anything. All he could do was walk, and eat, and breathe, and sleep. Life was a hazy dream. Time moved forward, sweeping the oblivious hatchling along with it.
His first friend was the discovery of reflection. In time, he came to understand that the bright yellow eyes blinking back at him from the water were his own.
His second friend was a particularly lovely gemstone he'd unearthed. In time, he came to understand that the dots of dirt were not eyes and that his beloved buddy was not alive.
Sol went through many 'friends.' It's how he came to comprehend the world. He learned how it works this way, without anyone there to teach him straightforwardly.
Every false 'friend' went on to remind him of his loneliness.
One day, the hatchling was surprised to see his reflection in the forest. Not in the water, not on a mirror- his own face stared back at him between the wood. Except... the eyes. The eyes that blinked back were of a different hue- a bright, crisp green. The odd reflection- or so he thought- hummed discordant sounds to him, and he was confused. The reflection frowned, and the reflection moved, and suddenly the reflection's muted wing was around the hatchling, whom hadn't realized that he'd begun to cry.
The odd reflection taught him to speak. He taught him names.
He'd named him Sol because of the sun in his eyes.
Sol had named him Pox because of the rashes on his arms.
Sol didn't fully grasp the conventions of naming- but Pox took the name either way.
Pox was his first true friend. His brother. His family.
Work in progress.
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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