Noxelle

PERSONALITY. Beautiful and graceful, always precise in what she does. She is clever and calculative, always choosing her actions carefully. Her beauty does not escape her, and she is inclined to use it to her advantage. She has been known to lead some dragons on purely for her enjoyment. However, these never last long, and her intentions lie with the good of the clan. She never really means any harm. Strong willed, she knows she can do whatever she puts her mind to. ROLE. Noxelle leads the hunts over the glacial mountains, and through the forest at night. Her camouflage works best in the area surrounding the main cave. She is skilled at bringing down all manner of prey. BACKSTORY. Born in water, Noxelle is also an adept swimmer. Written by Craneoflores.

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You, my lovely huntress,
Gut your enemies with pride,
We can see the clever thinking
in your calculative stride.

You, my lovely huntress
love to play all of your games,
Always a step behind the prey,
it takes a step into its grave.

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2,
1,

Pounce!

She caught the small animal with ease, rolling it through her thin and nimble claws. Though she had already caught it, it still seemed to struggle in her loose grasp. She rolled the thin tail through her deft nails, the mouse squirmed with her movement, still hoping to break free. Ah, well she never caught anything they couldn't eat. It would make a great snack anyways. Who doesn't like fresh mouse? Noxelle examined the mouse carefully, and this was a plump one too. How lovely, she enjoyed the ones with meat on their bones more, though this was just a mere morsel. There was much more to catch anyways, the day was just beginning.

She ran the tip of her claw down the neck of the mouse to the collarbone, it made a quiet squelching noise. She was sure she had pierced through the esophagus, it was a quick death, a merciful one to say the least. She could've spent more time toying with the mouse, oh how she enjoyed that, but the small creature was already plenty traumatized and it would be a waste of time. Maybe later, after she had finished her hunting.

With that Noxelle stored the mouse away to be devoured by hungry dragons later. She quickly got back up on her feet and diverted her attention to larger game, she had seen some poultry earlier, oh, and hadn't someone spotted a caribou around this area? Now that would be good for supper. She narrowed her eyes, squinting in the pale rays of dawn, and listened closely. Oh! She heard the rustle of footsteps as her instincts kicked in, she felt herself sprinting towards the prey.

3,
2,
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Pounce!

Noxelle did after all manage to catch the caribou, it did put up a good fight though. A sporting effort, she thought to herself. Quickly she entered the clan, greeted by her mate Sodium. "Did you find anything good?" He asked her with a smile, knowing she had just gotten back and had worked dawn until dusk.

She rummaged through her bag, looking for extras, the first thing she pulled out among the squishy pile of meat was the mouse's body. Oh, the mouse. Noxelle shrugged and offered it to Sodium, sometimes when she was especially tired he would make her a little something special. He took it from her, "This'll do just fine, thank you." Noxelle smiled and sat down, ready for the day to come to an end.

Not soon after, while Noxelle was drifting to sleep, Sodium came and nudged her awake. He was holding out the mouse, now cooked and properly seasoned. Had she eaten anything since lunchtime? She must've forgotten. With that thought she took the mouse and quickly scarfed it down, Sodium waited for her to finish, supposedly waiting for some critique. "Oh," she muttered, "it was good." It wasn't really, his food was the equivalent of edible poison, but when you love you sacrifice. "Oh, was it?" He smirked back at her.

3,
2,
1,

Pounce!

Sodium sprang up hugged Noxelle happily, she was lucky to have someone like him. And he was lucky to have someone like her.

ART.

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PERSONALITY. Sodium is a fan of spices and sass. Always quick with a comeback, you don't want to cross him, especially at the end of a long day. And you better finish those crunchy moth legs, because he did not cook all day for his hard work to go to waste. ROLE. Sodium is the clan's Chef and can usually be found in the kitchen. In fact, he rarely ever leaves the kitchen, except to go to his personal cave and rest. Food is his passion, and he aspires to outdo himself every day. To anyone that asks, he says his real job is "keeping hungry, prowling imperials off of the coatl's seafood." BACKSTORY. Written by Craneoflores.

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Sodium used to be a cook, who was known for his sense of humor. He pulled many a prank, including ingredient switches. Because he added salt instead of sugar on any desserts he created, he got fired pretty quickly, as unhappy customers means bad business. Following his Windy nature, he joined a travelling circus, where he challenges any visitors to guess just what his innocent-looking treats are made of. He absolutely adores their facial expressions, as most people don't expect to find hot sauce inside a cupcake! He still keeps his old chef's uniform, but it fits right in with his dark coloration.

FAVORITE INGREDIENTS.

Vegetable Oil

Plant

Makes cooked foods even more delicious.

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20

Salt

Minerals & Ores

Never put salt in your eyes.

15

Blacktongue Pepper

Plant

Consumed for its seeds -which exhibit the highest level of pungency in Sornieth- this pepper is harvested at midnight for the best batch.

41

4

Crunchy Moth Legs

Insect

These legs stay crunchy even in milk.

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