Mags
(#18416176)
Level 10 Spiral
Familiar
Carmine Serthis
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.82 m
Wingspan
2.62 m
Weight
125.69 kg
Genetics
Magenta
Iridescent
Iridescent
Crimson
Butterfly
Butterfly
Maroon
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Spiral
EXP: 577 / 27676
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Einherjar
- Charm
- Dragon
- Proton
- Cherish
- Karrin
- Serena
- Rhyme
- Zen
- Romeo
- Yahtzee
- Serene
- Roxy
- Generous
- Lissandra
- Azalea
- Owen
- Ellesime
- Jeremiah
- Dale
- Elda
- Wizard
- Unnamed
- Bylii
- Walker
- Unnamed
- Amber
- Sakyr
- Radiant
- Jebae
- Dahlia
- Yaasai
- Alise
- Din
- Rose
- Valor
- FireOpal
- Siarl
- Scarlet
- Lovelace
- Lillyana
- Swashbuckle
- Serephen
- Magicsoul
- Arcanefury
- SucredOrge
- Berry
- Octave
- Lisilette
- Var
- Gaelan
- Lominna
- Olympe
- Tybal
- Link
- Pale
- Virtue
- Piotr
- Iliana
- Tranth
- Windchime
- Conan
- Amarii
- Oakley
- Choi
- Suo
- Nova
Biography
Mags took a shuddering breath when he finally saw the camp, and then froze as at least eight pairs of bright red eyes snapped towards him. It had been ...some time since he'd left his birth clan, and Mags had grown used to the soft pink gazes of the Arcane flight.
The camp was bigger than he remembered it, and yet beyond that very little had changed: the side of a hill had been excavated, and Bewilderbeast kept the youngest hatchlings penned in dragon-made cave for safety; Corpsethief and Sundance lounged atop the hill, deceptively relaxed; and Targhia held court just in front of the cave, her two seconds on either side of her. And his parents, Arcanist preserve him.
The rest of the clan was scattered about the area, and by the time Mags and Amber had approached Targhia, every single one of them was watching.
Even without looking at her, Mags could tell that Amber was unnerved at the number of eyes on them, and was doubly glad she'd agreed to let him be responsible for the introductions.
"Hail, Clanmother, and greetings from the Isles. How fairs your clan?" Mags had only learned the formalities for greeting a foreign clan leader after he'd left this clan, and he wondered as he bowed if Targhia even new them, if maybe it was a uniquely arcane custom.
"Welcome, child of my clan. The clan fairs well- very well indeed. Yours?" She did, apparently, know the custom. Not that that was the precisely prescribed response, and neither had she stood to return his bow, but Mags supposed it was close enough. ...As good as he was likely to get, anyway.
"Well, Clanmother," he answered, and was not insignificantly relieved when Targhia dismissed him with a flick of her crest.
Then his mother stepped forward, and his relief expired.
The camp was bigger than he remembered it, and yet beyond that very little had changed: the side of a hill had been excavated, and Bewilderbeast kept the youngest hatchlings penned in dragon-made cave for safety; Corpsethief and Sundance lounged atop the hill, deceptively relaxed; and Targhia held court just in front of the cave, her two seconds on either side of her. And his parents, Arcanist preserve him.
The rest of the clan was scattered about the area, and by the time Mags and Amber had approached Targhia, every single one of them was watching.
Even without looking at her, Mags could tell that Amber was unnerved at the number of eyes on them, and was doubly glad she'd agreed to let him be responsible for the introductions.
"Hail, Clanmother, and greetings from the Isles. How fairs your clan?" Mags had only learned the formalities for greeting a foreign clan leader after he'd left this clan, and he wondered as he bowed if Targhia even new them, if maybe it was a uniquely arcane custom.
"Welcome, child of my clan. The clan fairs well- very well indeed. Yours?" She did, apparently, know the custom. Not that that was the precisely prescribed response, and neither had she stood to return his bow, but Mags supposed it was close enough. ...As good as he was likely to get, anyway.
"Well, Clanmother," he answered, and was not insignificantly relieved when Targhia dismissed him with a flick of her crest.
Then his mother stepped forward, and his relief expired.
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