Precious
(#18535142)
Level 25 Coatl
Familiar
Aragonite Haunt
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.67 m
Wingspan
10.24 m
Weight
863.43 kg
Genetics
Seafoam
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Jade
Shimmer
Shimmer
Seafoam
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Magsys
- Serkan
- Dionysus
- Bolkando
- Sleu
- Cromwell
- Myar
- Myar
- Myar
- Strongwing
- Sorcery
- Arisen
- Atlantic
- Atlantic
- Atlantic
- Once
- Chester
- Yagil
- Spellwing
- Wyrakor
- Susan
- Nereus
- Koenig
- Bylii
- Bylii
- Bylii
- Unnamed
- Aur
- Hexagon
- Orchid
- Orchid
- Orchid
- Victory
- Victory
- Nameless
- Nameless
- Nameless
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- StubbedToe
- Soup
- StubbedToe
Biography
Gene Plans wrote:
Pin + Trail + Peacock
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Precious
The Aristocrat Courteous | Refined| Reserved
"Nothing in life is so precious as loving yourself. For only then will you understand when you love someone else and they you. " - Precious Mate [url=http://]?[/url] Confidant [url=http://]?[/url] Den Keeper [url=http://]?[/url] |
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Balls, wine tasting, Zeeba racing, parades. Name any event visited by the social elite and Precious will grace it with her presence. She has no interest in the cherished activities, more she listens to the local gossip and sits in on games that will earn her a penny or two. Her time is short, places packed with dragons nose to nose laughing and joking and all around mingling, a scene she does not entirely enjoy. Her reasoning, however, forces her to waste away pretending to laugh and be merry. She is on a hunt- a hunt no other knows of- and she will find her prey.
Precious is ever the shining example of elegance, every step calculated and every word thoughtfully considered before speaking. Her words are short but not unfriendly and her eyes have a twinkle that proves she is dragon just like any of them. Some assume her snobbish or distant but she simply says what needs to be said and is on her way. Time is short, as is life. She has too much at stake to whittle away the seconds shooting the breeze with those she has no attachment to. It is absolutely not her fault when hatchlings, young and innocent and brimming with energy and life, attach themselves to her hip and ask all about her life of royalty. It certainly isn’t her fault when she sits and talks with them. Tells them tails of adventure in halls made of rose quartz and dashing heroes and despicable night terrors that steal away your dearly beloved.
Her eyes point North when she speaks and her voice hushes when she speaks of times when her life was merry. When love and living were simple and all was good in her world. These times spent entertaining dragons too young to understand remind her that one day she will feel this passion again. That when she laughs in halls of marble and drinks from cups brimming with ruby red it will be with life so full and beautiful. She will find again what she has lost. It is all she has to keep the restless nights at bay and the lonely ghosts from haunting her. The hatchlings don’t understand. But she will sit and let them listen in on her story. They need not know she tells them from the heart.
Precious is ever the shining example of elegance, every step calculated and every word thoughtfully considered before speaking. Her words are short but not unfriendly and her eyes have a twinkle that proves she is dragon just like any of them. Some assume her snobbish or distant but she simply says what needs to be said and is on her way. Time is short, as is life. She has too much at stake to whittle away the seconds shooting the breeze with those she has no attachment to. It is absolutely not her fault when hatchlings, young and innocent and brimming with energy and life, attach themselves to her hip and ask all about her life of royalty. It certainly isn’t her fault when she sits and talks with them. Tells them tails of adventure in halls made of rose quartz and dashing heroes and despicable night terrors that steal away your dearly beloved.
Her eyes point North when she speaks and her voice hushes when she speaks of times when her life was merry. When love and living were simple and all was good in her world. These times spent entertaining dragons too young to understand remind her that one day she will feel this passion again. That when she laughs in halls of marble and drinks from cups brimming with ruby red it will be with life so full and beautiful. She will find again what she has lost. It is all she has to keep the restless nights at bay and the lonely ghosts from haunting her. The hatchlings don’t understand. But she will sit and let them listen in on her story. They need not know she tells them from the heart.
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Exalting Precious to the service of the Stormcatcher 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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