Fortune
(#24368903)
darling of goldensparc
Lily
Magic Nymph
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.11 m
Wingspan
4.85 m
Weight
429.73 kg
Genetics
Wine
Skink
Skink
Mauve
Rosette
Rosette
Watermelon
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
♞ Duke Fortune of the Barrens ♞
runaway noble
runaway noble
The Duke's Retreat
(written august 3rd 2022)
Garnished by the finest of textiles, the rarest of gemstones, and most prized of trophies, the once-dreary, moss-stricken belltower had metamorphosed into something more akin to a royal palace than a cold stone spire. Plush silk pillows stuffed full of Sweetpuff down littered the floor, strewn haphazardly atop sprawling fringed rugs that displayed the intricate patterns and folk symbols of the Shifting Expanse.
Similarly strewn haphazardly atop the many expensive pillows was Duke Fortune, the frightfully pink denizen of the tower, who at present had half of his body thrown from a window in outrage. His wingtips flicked frequently in frustration, expensive silk adornments fluttering from the aftershocks of his tantrum.
"And exactly where are those sugar cubes I asked for, squire!?"
"Huh?"
A Spiral walking the path below—the recipient of the Nocturne's howling—squinted her pale brown eyes as she craned her long neck upwards to get a good look at her verbal accoster.
"I told you before, we don't got any stupid sugar cubes!" She shouted up at him. "Go buy 'em yourself if you really need 'em that bad, you rich freak! I'm not your mama!"
Before the aforementioned rich freak could retaliate, the Spiral quickly absconded with a rapid flare of her short sandy wings, twisting away into the thick treeline of the Grove to escape any further berating.
The blushing bat of the belfry languished.
"They want me to live in squalor!!" Short pink claws found their way to his head as he held it in woe, falling back onto the abnormally large velvety pillow that was his bed. "I thought it was their job to serve me! What is the meaning of this!?"
"Well… Perhaps you inquired at the wrong time, master."
Seated at a nearby low table was a cloaked Imperial, head tilted downward as he held his chin pensively with one of his lavender claws.
"What do you mean?" The delicate chains of Fortune's filigree jostled as he raised his head to attention.
"They are simply out of sugar, and intend to buy more," the Imperial continued, "and it may be that Lady Carvacrol is not in charge of supply maintenance."
"Ridiculous!!" The Nocturne shrieked, shiny teal eyes widening. "What kind of so-called community just runs out of such basic necessities as sugar!? How else will I take my evening tea!"
The Imperial sat in silence as Fortune ranted and raved. Once enough frustration had sufficiently left the roseate Nocturne's system, his more reserved companion raised his head to speak again.
"Shall I go to the market to buy your sugar myself?"
"Gin!" The Duke piped up immediately. "Excellent idea! And you will allow me to come with you as well."
The Imperial tilted his head. "Why so, master?"
Fortune grinned, eyes narrowing. "So I can make a personal point to these knights of their own laziness. Not having sugar in the storeroom at all times… Farcical! Absolutely farcical!"
"Yes, master." Gin rose to his feet smoothly. "Allow me to collect your necessities and we shall take leave..."
"Wonderful!" Fortune clapped his claws together, pleased with the current turn of events.
"Let it never be said that I do nothing for this clan of layabouts!"
(written august 3rd 2022)
Garnished by the finest of textiles, the rarest of gemstones, and most prized of trophies, the once-dreary, moss-stricken belltower had metamorphosed into something more akin to a royal palace than a cold stone spire. Plush silk pillows stuffed full of Sweetpuff down littered the floor, strewn haphazardly atop sprawling fringed rugs that displayed the intricate patterns and folk symbols of the Shifting Expanse.
Similarly strewn haphazardly atop the many expensive pillows was Duke Fortune, the frightfully pink denizen of the tower, who at present had half of his body thrown from a window in outrage. His wingtips flicked frequently in frustration, expensive silk adornments fluttering from the aftershocks of his tantrum.
"And exactly where are those sugar cubes I asked for, squire!?"
"Huh?"
A Spiral walking the path below—the recipient of the Nocturne's howling—squinted her pale brown eyes as she craned her long neck upwards to get a good look at her verbal accoster.
"I told you before, we don't got any stupid sugar cubes!" She shouted up at him. "Go buy 'em yourself if you really need 'em that bad, you rich freak! I'm not your mama!"
Before the aforementioned rich freak could retaliate, the Spiral quickly absconded with a rapid flare of her short sandy wings, twisting away into the thick treeline of the Grove to escape any further berating.
The blushing bat of the belfry languished.
"They want me to live in squalor!!" Short pink claws found their way to his head as he held it in woe, falling back onto the abnormally large velvety pillow that was his bed. "I thought it was their job to serve me! What is the meaning of this!?"
"Well… Perhaps you inquired at the wrong time, master."
Seated at a nearby low table was a cloaked Imperial, head tilted downward as he held his chin pensively with one of his lavender claws.
"What do you mean?" The delicate chains of Fortune's filigree jostled as he raised his head to attention.
"They are simply out of sugar, and intend to buy more," the Imperial continued, "and it may be that Lady Carvacrol is not in charge of supply maintenance."
"Ridiculous!!" The Nocturne shrieked, shiny teal eyes widening. "What kind of so-called community just runs out of such basic necessities as sugar!? How else will I take my evening tea!"
The Imperial sat in silence as Fortune ranted and raved. Once enough frustration had sufficiently left the roseate Nocturne's system, his more reserved companion raised his head to speak again.
"Shall I go to the market to buy your sugar myself?"
"Gin!" The Duke piped up immediately. "Excellent idea! And you will allow me to come with you as well."
The Imperial tilted his head. "Why so, master?"
Fortune grinned, eyes narrowing. "So I can make a personal point to these knights of their own laziness. Not having sugar in the storeroom at all times… Farcical! Absolutely farcical!"
"Yes, master." Gin rose to his feet smoothly. "Allow me to collect your necessities and we shall take leave..."
"Wonderful!" Fortune clapped his claws together, pleased with the current turn of events.
"Let it never be said that I do nothing for this clan of layabouts!"
Basic Info
A haughty pink dragon who has taken a liking to the Ring as of late, deciding to take up residence in one of the higher towers with his personal servant. He is known to make demand after demand of the knights, increasingly trying their patience with each consecutive appeal for any amount of various luxuries.
Duke Fortune―as he claims to be titled―hails from the Charged Barrens, where he alleges to be heir to one of the oldest, wealthiest duchys in the Shifting Expanse. The Nocturne fled his homeland after several attempts on his life and, according to him, due to the impressive workload he was set to inherit upon officially becoming a duke. Though, he is partial to the title and status, so he keeps his dukedom albeit with none of the required work.
Contrary to his coquettish fashion sense and blushing scales, Fortune is rather anti-charismatic and tends to drive other dragons around him mad with his entitlement. He and Cross are especially known to go at each others throats, though thankfully only verbally... so far. The shadow princess and lightning duke are described as having "the most legendary cat fights of all time" by some fellow residents, who seem to find the spectacle very entertaining.
One of the few dragons able to tolerate his arrogant behavior is his retainer & personal bodyguard, Gin, who is almost always by his side.
Lohengrin is also more forgiving of the duke than others tend to be, letting his incessant whining roll off her back like water on a shorebird. In private, the Guardian claims to take pity on him, unable to send him back out into the world after learning of the many assassination attempts he's survived, and knowing that her guard is capable of protecting him adequately. She seems to believe that he may have a chance to become more well-rounded in the presence of a more solemn clan, but only time will tell.
A haughty pink dragon who has taken a liking to the Ring as of late, deciding to take up residence in one of the higher towers with his personal servant. He is known to make demand after demand of the knights, increasingly trying their patience with each consecutive appeal for any amount of various luxuries.
Duke Fortune―as he claims to be titled―hails from the Charged Barrens, where he alleges to be heir to one of the oldest, wealthiest duchys in the Shifting Expanse. The Nocturne fled his homeland after several attempts on his life and, according to him, due to the impressive workload he was set to inherit upon officially becoming a duke. Though, he is partial to the title and status, so he keeps his dukedom albeit with none of the required work.
Contrary to his coquettish fashion sense and blushing scales, Fortune is rather anti-charismatic and tends to drive other dragons around him mad with his entitlement. He and Cross are especially known to go at each others throats, though thankfully only verbally... so far. The shadow princess and lightning duke are described as having "the most legendary cat fights of all time" by some fellow residents, who seem to find the spectacle very entertaining.
One of the few dragons able to tolerate his arrogant behavior is his retainer & personal bodyguard, Gin, who is almost always by his side.
Lohengrin is also more forgiving of the duke than others tend to be, letting his incessant whining roll off her back like water on a shorebird. In private, the Guardian claims to take pity on him, unable to send him back out into the world after learning of the many assassination attempts he's survived, and knowing that her guard is capable of protecting him adequately. She seems to believe that he may have a chance to become more well-rounded in the presence of a more solemn clan, but only time will tell.
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- self-hatched G1. not scattered. just got very lucky
- first of his colors on-site.
- the boa is his pet (that Gin takes care of for him lol). her name is Tulip.
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