Shamble
(#20484556)
Level 10 Mirror
Familiar
Sanguine Multimist
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.39 m
Wingspan
4.77 m
Weight
578.73 kg
Genetics
Carmine
Speckle
Speckle
Red
Freckle
Freckle
Blood
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Mirror
EXP: 357 / 27676
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
(PG13: Possible trigger warning: Blood/Gore/Implied violence)
Everything is wrong, nothing is right.
There's just skin and bones now. A shell. A vessel to house the never ending hunger and need to eat. To feast. To gorge. Feet shuffle, stumble, scuffle along the ground with the tail dragging behind. Eyes no longer truly see, and yet they somehow latch onto movement, to color, to life. Life. It has none, but it craves it. As if by devouring life of another will somehow infuse its empty being with feeling, with meaning, with something.
With anything.
Something moves. It darts away, but the sight was seen, and attention was snared. It's hard to roar when one's jaw is slack and drool continually slips free. It still has teeth though, rotting, blackened, but razor sharp all the same. Teeth and talons. It can still use these things, not because it remembers what they are for, but because instinct drives it. The muscles remember, the brain does not.
Life is faded, unjust. It's nothing more than an old crumpled up paper of a memory tossed about in the wind along a deserted street. The feet continue to walk, the wings continue to twitch, and it continues to feed wherever possible. The moment it can sink its teeth into something warm, fresh, alive, it can feel again. It can, for the briefest of moments, catch a tiny spark of life.
It wriggles maggot-like, eating through flesh and sinew. There's a flash behind the unseeing shutters over its eyes, a glimpse of what it used to be. A father, a mother, a son, a daughter, something alive and worthy. Even though the spark is fleeting, ebbing away before the heart stops beating and the blood stops blowing, it's enough. Enough to keep the feet moving, the wings twitching. Shuffling, stumbling, scuffling along the ground, waiting for another movement to catch its eye, a chance at another piece of life it can never truly have again.
In those brief moments, it's more than skin and bones.
Everything is right, nothing is wrong.
„She did what?“
„Yes, mom, I know – I couldn’t believe it myself. She just … staggered into the infirmary, stared at… no, stared right through us, and when young Yersi tried to talk to her, she suddenly lurched forward and tried to *bite* her!”
“Great, just great. And where is she now?”
“Well, we tried to restrain her, but between avoiding her teeth and claws, and trying to keep her from the patients… uhm…”
“Please tell me that she’s securely locked up somewhere so we can help her, Triskan.”
“…”
“She escaped, didn’t she?”
“See, there were only two of us, and you know how vicious mirrors can be in combat. AND she was between us and the exit. It just… happened!”
“And now there’s an insane mirror running around the coast." Maiandra sighed. "I’d better let the neighboring clans know.”
“Uh… she’s not outside. I think. Last we saw, she vanished into one of the lower tunnels.”
“What? Really now? Oooh Tidelord, this gets better and better … we’ve got a maddragon haunting our own lair?” Maiandra shook her head. “Fine, I'll have Mimir move a few guards from outside and place them on the lower levels. We’ll find her soon enough."
art by @mericorn
You're the 'lucky' recipient of a zombie (RP) dragon. If you choose to play along, you must 'spread' the zombie infestation by breeding the dragon once, and then passing it onto another lair. Add your FR Name and Lair ID to the list below, and have fun with your zombie clutch. You may use the description above, as long as you include the trigger warning at the top. If you choose not to play along, please return the dragon to the Lair of Origin so the zombie infestation may continue to thrive.
Lair of Origin: QuanTea
Clans infected: SakemeRoze #90311, Antiopa #41793, Sarakiel #262599
2016 Forum: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drt/1912176
Story by: PashaDreaming #66561
Everything is wrong, nothing is right.
There's just skin and bones now. A shell. A vessel to house the never ending hunger and need to eat. To feast. To gorge. Feet shuffle, stumble, scuffle along the ground with the tail dragging behind. Eyes no longer truly see, and yet they somehow latch onto movement, to color, to life. Life. It has none, but it craves it. As if by devouring life of another will somehow infuse its empty being with feeling, with meaning, with something.
With anything.
Something moves. It darts away, but the sight was seen, and attention was snared. It's hard to roar when one's jaw is slack and drool continually slips free. It still has teeth though, rotting, blackened, but razor sharp all the same. Teeth and talons. It can still use these things, not because it remembers what they are for, but because instinct drives it. The muscles remember, the brain does not.
Life is faded, unjust. It's nothing more than an old crumpled up paper of a memory tossed about in the wind along a deserted street. The feet continue to walk, the wings continue to twitch, and it continues to feed wherever possible. The moment it can sink its teeth into something warm, fresh, alive, it can feel again. It can, for the briefest of moments, catch a tiny spark of life.
It wriggles maggot-like, eating through flesh and sinew. There's a flash behind the unseeing shutters over its eyes, a glimpse of what it used to be. A father, a mother, a son, a daughter, something alive and worthy. Even though the spark is fleeting, ebbing away before the heart stops beating and the blood stops blowing, it's enough. Enough to keep the feet moving, the wings twitching. Shuffling, stumbling, scuffling along the ground, waiting for another movement to catch its eye, a chance at another piece of life it can never truly have again.
In those brief moments, it's more than skin and bones.
Everything is right, nothing is wrong.
„She did what?“
„Yes, mom, I know – I couldn’t believe it myself. She just … staggered into the infirmary, stared at… no, stared right through us, and when young Yersi tried to talk to her, she suddenly lurched forward and tried to *bite* her!”
“Great, just great. And where is she now?”
“Well, we tried to restrain her, but between avoiding her teeth and claws, and trying to keep her from the patients… uhm…”
“Please tell me that she’s securely locked up somewhere so we can help her, Triskan.”
“…”
“She escaped, didn’t she?”
“See, there were only two of us, and you know how vicious mirrors can be in combat. AND she was between us and the exit. It just… happened!”
“And now there’s an insane mirror running around the coast." Maiandra sighed. "I’d better let the neighboring clans know.”
“Uh… she’s not outside. I think. Last we saw, she vanished into one of the lower tunnels.”
“What? Really now? Oooh Tidelord, this gets better and better … we’ve got a maddragon haunting our own lair?” Maiandra shook her head. “Fine, I'll have Mimir move a few guards from outside and place them on the lower levels. We’ll find her soon enough."
art by @mericorn
You're the 'lucky' recipient of a zombie (RP) dragon. If you choose to play along, you must 'spread' the zombie infestation by breeding the dragon once, and then passing it onto another lair. Add your FR Name and Lair ID to the list below, and have fun with your zombie clutch. You may use the description above, as long as you include the trigger warning at the top. If you choose not to play along, please return the dragon to the Lair of Origin so the zombie infestation may continue to thrive.
Lair of Origin: QuanTea
Clans infected: SakemeRoze #90311, Antiopa #41793, Sarakiel #262599
2016 Forum: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drt/1912176
Story by: PashaDreaming #66561
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