Acantha
(#21373863)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Flower Nymph
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.98 m
Wingspan
2.72 m
Weight
56.86 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Iridescent
Iridescent
Obsidian
Stripes
Stripes
Obsidian
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
 ◊ A C A N T H A ◊ "sharp pointed; thorned." ____ CLAN ROLE: necrobotanist's apprentice ____ OTHER NOTES: N/A |
 CURSED ◊ LOYAL ◊ INQUISITIVE she/her | polyromantic l | chaotic neutral __________________________________________________ Acantha came to the forest looking for answers that she has yet to find, barely understands the questions that tickle at the back of her head, in the depth of her ribcage. She can't speak of them without tying herself into knots, her tongue uncooperative in her mouth. She remembers naught where she was born, or when, or why -- it's a mirage, always on the horizon, always out of her reach. Eventually the clan stopped asking. It didn't take long for Acantha to imprint on Cypress, much to the solitary fae's dismay. She follows Cypress everywhere she goes, a twisting mass of scales and bones looming behind the tiny fae, watching her every move, curling around the tree stump in which she sleeps in at night. More than anything, she wishes to learn her reluctant master's craft, raise the dead as if it were nothing, take withered petals into her palms and watch them bloom anew. She tries to only speak to her master when spoken to but it's hard when she has so many questions unanswered, spinning around and around in her head, making her dizzy. Cypress has since grown fond of Acantha, though she'll never speak such an unfathomable thought aloud. Acantha knows, however, knows it like she knows that wherever she came from no longer matters as much as where she is now, where she belongs. Here, where she weaves crowns made out of thorns and traces sigils into the dirt, where the sun never shines but she feels so warm, where time seems to stop and she can forget that there is something, something she is missing. . . . |
“Thorns do not live under the fear of withering.”
Mughal-e-Azam || dir. K. Asif (1960)
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