Orielle
(#23565769)
Level 1 Snapper
Familiar
Plague Sprite
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Snapper
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
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Personal Style
Hatchling dragons cannot wear apparel.
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.23 m
Wingspan
0.72 m
Weight
36.63 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Clown
Clown
Red
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Crimson
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Snapper
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
9
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
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orielle
"Hello! Are you okay?"the insatiable There was a newcomer in their lair. The other dragons huddled on the other side, refusing to be within an arm's reach of the witch. It was a traveler who'd found her way to their newfound home in Hewn City, carrying with her the stench and the critters from the wastelands. Orielle watched as the witch cackled at everyone's reaction, occasionally waving them away with her free hand. Though the mirror appears to be completely contented with herself, leaving her alone in a corner did not sit well with Orielle. The other residents discouraged her from approaching, and yet she refused to heed their warning. She couldn't resist her insatiable curiosity. T͎̪͔͉͕̰͠H̭̦̳͚̞̰͟A̢̖̤̠T̳̪̥̠ ̶̯W̖̪͖͟A̟͈̕S̙̩͇ ̻̤̦̞̦̝͙̕H̜͇͡E̶̦͉R̝̪̙ ͚̩̣̲͘B̤̥͚̯͕͘I͓G͏̲͈̝G͇̘͖E̫͕̩̩̭ͅS͉T̻͚̪͈̲̠̰ ̣͇͙̼̮̫͈M̧̠Į͙̞̥̼S̛TA̬͢K̩͔̹̲͜ͅÈ̘̭̳̭̱ |
Orielle thought Pestilence had pests, wiggling about under her tattered clothes, crawling in clusters across her body. Alarmed, the vibrant snapper frantically shook the mirror's face, and patted their clothes, hoping to shake all the critters away. Orielle did not even notice when her hands began to darken, her finger's tips numbing the more time she spent shaking the witch to wakefulness. It gradually crept up her arms, its alarming change visible on her bright form.
"Don't touch me! Go away!" The mirror screeched the moment her eyes caught a glimpse of the hatchling.
By the time Pestilence had come to wake, the virulence had already reached Orielle's face, the network of veins mapping its edges. The witch instinctively hissed and pushed Orielle away, but it was too late.
"S-sorry! I didn't mean to!" Orielle looked up, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. They started on the wrong foot, but this was too far!
"Kid, when I said don't touch me, I didn't mean it for myself!" Ichor flew from Pestilence's lips as she spat relentlessly at Orielle, her cracked voice laced with bloodcurdling fury. She'd startled the witch.
Orielle's eyes widened, and before she could explain, Pestilence clawed at her, bloodstained nails missing her by a mere inch. The young hatchling screamed and scrambled away, drawing the attention of those who remained awake in the wee hours of the night. She stumbled upon a wetland vampire, her small yelp audible against the silence of the night.
She ran, and ran, until she found solace in the legs of an imperial dragon. Orielle cried and cowered, while the adults took it to themselves to shame the mirror for what she'd done. Orielle's eyes reddened as she cried, faint spots appearing in place of her runes. No one was quite sure of what was happening, but none was too eager to know.
Eventually, it was the necromanced pearlcatcher that picked her up from the cold cobbestone floor and carried her back to the inner depths of their lair.
Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Orielle's condition worsened with each passing day, turning her into a snapper that was nigh unrecognizable to what she once was. Her skin had turned sickly green, pockmarked with pusy protrusions that itched to no end. Her hacking cough grew louder and more frequent, leaving droplets of blood trickling from her mouth.
In this time, Orielle could barely open her eyes, let alone stand up or speak.
Everyone thought she'd die. Most dragons would have given up on life.
"Hey kid, if you ever die, you can always go back to life! Look at me!" The undead pearlcatcher banters occasionally, garnering a pained chuckle from the young snapper.
Until, eventually, it seemed as though time stopped taking its toll on her wounds. Orielle's condition stopped worsening, and yet she did not get better, either. She grew in the image and likeness of the walking virulence. And the moment she stepped out into the open, they realized so much had changed within the young snapper.
Orielle stopped being the bright, cheerful hatchling that played around the pillars on the Sunbeam Ruins. She no longer depended on others for her safety and happiness.
As time passed, Orielle made amends with Pestilence, and as soon as they confirmed that Orielle couldn't get worse by touching the witch, Pestilence allowed the young snapper to satisfy her curiosity. While the others felt dismayed by this change, Pestilence was thrilled of the knowledge that someone had lived on to speak of her virulent touch, and a child to call her own.
None of them was sure how far these changes would go, how much farther Orielle would deviate from her old self...
The next thing they knew, she'd grown an insatiable appetite for other hatchlings.
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This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
Seafood stocks are currently depleted.
Plant stocks are currently depleted.
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