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Lula

(#16889995)

Level 13 Imperial

Familiar

Kitsune Florist

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

20.72 m

Wingspan

15.37 m

Weight

8177.87 kg

Genetics

Wisteria
Poison

Cottoncandy
Foam

Shadow
Underbelly

Hatchday

Sep 16, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Nature
Rare

Level 13 Imperial

EXP: 15404 / 45676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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Lula
dreamer | forgetful | sleepless
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Role: wandering artist, storyteller
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RELATIONS
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Mate: Rami
Children: Koroviev, Thadiir, Smoke
Friends: Madhavi, Dasherath, Atoxa, Khadvai
Enemies: Radwa, Kaimana
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........Storyteller, painter, gathering visions of the seers and gifting them to the cities, villages, and people she meets. She gets calls to cover city walls in murals and commissioned for massive canvasses to hang in affluent homes. Her years-long art block shattered as she stumbled upon a faerie court ~

Passing Through

........Once while passing through a waterfall draped rainforest she stumbled into the Unseelie court. At first glance it seemed as normal as any other place, she thought nothing of it as she paused on a pile of mossy stones that had tumbled to the foot of a collection of waterfalls. The falls curved into a vague crescent-shape opening up to the mangroves, where their waters would trail through exposed roots of trees and brush, alongside young guppies and alligators, gathering salt before pouring into the sea. But here in the rainforest Lula paused to consider her place on her map. She ignored the far away chatter of a bird and a tug on her backpack until finally she heard the smash of a clay bottle hitting stone. She looked down to find a small faerie with a pair of dragonfly wings and two sets of eyes looking up at her, mildly upset at being covered with a splash of cerulean blue. She froze as she locked eyes with the source of the noise.
........Folktales full of vengeful faeries cursing those who tread on their lands echoed in her mind. Unable to work out what else to do, she dipped a finger in the paint and scribbled the outline of a leaf around the squabbling creature. It snapped it's jaws shut long enough to look at her work. It sat down immediately, bubbling with excited trills, throwing up it's arms to gaze back up at her in joy. She was surprised to find a second faerie had a appeared next to the first, where it stepped into the pool of her paint and danced a copy of her leaf beside her own. She connected both with a swirling line of vines.
........Under her direction it burst into multiple blooms that wound around nearby tree trunks and disappeared beneath the roofs of mushrooms. She didn't mind when she felt more eyes on her, following her clawtips as she deftly followed the footsteps of a beetle hurriedly marching away from her shadow, sketching out an army of chitin-shelled soldiers tumbling behind. A long-limbed faerie jumped before her trail to press the frills of their gown into the dirt to allow Lula a canvas. She littered the hem with impressions of curled sea snakes under waves of kelp before stepping away onto sharp bleached white stone jutting out of a rockface to slice a waterfall in two. Before she was able to touch a drop of paint to it's surface a crowd of faeries clambered into the air before her, jabbering something in a language that may have once been the common tongue. They didn't seem angry, but several small hands held her arm and guided it elsewhere. She continued scribbling out a warped kingdom on a droopy-eared fae hiding it's face under an empty tortoise shell.
........It wasn't long before she was stretched out before a mouthwatering buffet glittering with sliced fruits dripping with juice and thick wedges of honeycomb. She sipped a cold drink spiced with cinnamon and bloody with pomegranate seeds as a faerie with jet-black curved horns appeared at the edge of the clearing. Cloven feet stepped lightly just out of reach of the harshest sunlight. Two rows of fuchsia crystalline spikes graced either side of her head like a gallant crown, as black thorns twisted around her upper arms and down a thickly-spiked tail.
........Behind her came a wiry-framed faerie that stepped out beside her as if on guard. A flurry of wings and needle-nosed beaks settled a spider-woven tent overhead, where rays of light dropped through crocheted diamonds to highlight the fae and her knight's wispy lashes and gentle waves of hair. A cloudy pattern of lavender and white peppered his scales peeking out from pale tailored robes weighted beneath layers of silver jewelry and armor. She was enchanted by his tranquil smile for a second, in a way that made her nauseous and terrified. Drunk beyond reason she could barely tell who spoke to her, nevertheless she agreed to his request.
........The faerie court was enthralled for days by her tales of travels or animated re-tellings of epics and legends, always hungering for more. As she ate their food and drank their wine she never once felt exhausted and kept awake for several nights. The faint memory of art block became as distant in her mind as she was far from home. A flood of colors clouded her vision, fighting for space among the distractingly diverse faeries, grotesque and exquisite in equal measure.
........Between stories she'd paint her audience as they posed and preened before her, delighting in her impressions of their spines and frills. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of dancing and music and performance she had no time to think about anything outside of the moment.
........Within those days, she came upon a dragon draped in the finest cloth she had ever seen. It was woven with water lilies, pale roots, gilded vines, with a line of beaded fringe that had been dip-dyed a dark green. His translucent scales shimmered like a fish, the edge of each one gently painted a different color and design by the tiniest of fingers. His long gently waved mane was glamoured to mimic the sheen and movement of a moonlit waterfall with the faintest tilt of his head, draped luxuriously down to drag slowly behind him in the water. In some areas the strands were captured in careful braids heavy with beads shaped in every form of creature from heron to minnow to snake.
........He seemed aloof from his perch in a bowl-like dip in the waterfalls, disappearing every now and then but wildly celebrated by the fae upon his return. One day Lula found herself itching with the familiar pangs of wanderlust, needing to share what she’d seen and created. As a parting gift, the fae dipped her hair in heavily scented dyes and oils, preparing a room centered around a towering four-poster bed of petals for her return. A high stacked necklace graced her collarbones, sitting above a feather soft dress of black and glowing green, bells-sleeves embroidered with colors that mimicked reflected light on dark waters. Bias-cut hems trailed behind her, getting tangled in leaves. A spiral of rune-inscribed ribbon was carefully wrapped around the arch of each foot, charms to aid her in finding what she seeks, arriving where she intends.
........She left in a daze, spider’s silk woven purses and bags stuffed with honey figs and sweet orchid. She was given a map that changed as she moved over the land, but even so after a bit of a walk she found the imperial she had seen among the faeries. Every now and then he’d stop and turn to wait until she was just behind him, then continue leading the way. She didn't notice she was following at first, until they passed a stand of trees she could’ve sworn they passed. Still, she followed. Eventually he led her to a little boat of bamboo tied to a short crumbling dock of twisted wood planks.
........“This is where I leave you, beautiful one,” he whispered shyly in an odd tongue.
........“Uh. Thanks.” She mumbled, confused.
“Was that weird? Is that an odd thing to say? Am I doing this right? Have I made you uncomfortable?”
........She stared at him for a bit, watching as this bizarrely deity-like creature’s façade disintegrated the more he opened his mouth. The shimmer in his hair flickered as his anxiety showed.
“You’re doing fine.” She smiled. “I’m guessing you don’t get out of the faerie grove much.”
........“I know very few dragons, and only recently. I was hoping I might travel with you?”
........“Ah, I thought I was following you?”
........With that, he shrugged and slipped into the water.
........“I’ll lead you to my favorite people ~”

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