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stinky

(#25074530)

Level 1 Fae

Familiar

Glamourtail Hopper

Energy: 45/50

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Measurements

Length

0.79 m

Wingspan

1.67 m

Weight

1.71 kg

Genetics

Eldritch
Crystal

Black
Shimmer

Rose
Spines

Hatchday

Jul 01, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Fae

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

stinky was raised by wolves.

"She hasn't got any manners! She didn't name her children!"

"Her mother's firstborn, but wow what a mother! Was she forgotten in the swamp on a foraging mission, or was her entire nest abandoned to the wilderness?"

stinky spent most of her long years outside the company of other dragons, but now she must learn to get along with her own kind.

The Lost and the Found

The tundra sighed. Why had she gone in? They had told her that she'd get lost, but she hadn't listened. Fool. She stood up from the log. Was that a... light? Might as well follow it, she thought. She had nothing to lose. She pushed the bramble aside. A... dragon?

"Hey!" she called. "Help!"

The light blinked out and there was a quiet rustle, then nothing.

"Hello?" she called again. Smaller flickerings which she had already identified as fireflies, and of no help, blinked here and there in the heavily treed darkness as she peered around.

"Please, I'm lost! I need to get home!" The tundra stood still and quiet for a moment, beforetaking a hesitant step towards where she thought the light had been.

A damp wind blew around her legs, ruffling her fur and sending a shiver up her back. Leaves swirled and stuck to her side, like strange limp hands slapping at her from nowhere. She flinched and smacked them away, shaking her claws almost frantically to rid herself of the clinging plant matter. She took a shuddering breath and tried to calm herself.

"It's only a forest," she told herself. "They call it a Labyrinth but that just means if there's a way in then there's a way out."

The huge arching branches of the unseen canopy creaked overhead, trees groaning where they met and fought against each other. Nothing moved in the undergrowth. The tundra took another breath, and another step. A sudden shriek and chittering far off on her left make her jump and fall sideways, tripping on a root and falling against another mammoth log. The moss slowly soaked her side as she leaned against it, gripping the bark and trying to steady her pounding heart.

Suddenly there was a flat hiss beside her ear. "Losssst...?"

Whipping around she saw two dimly glowing yellow eyes turned sideways and staring at her from head height.

"AHH!" she shrieked and stumbled back several steps before realizing there was a fae behind the eyes, plastered flat against a branch, almost invisible in the dimness. Dark greenish hide shone vaguely under a mop of unlikely hair, and a small lizard scrambled over the fae's wing to take up purchase on the top of her head.

"He- hello?" The eyes blinked again, and the little head straightened and drew back a little. "Wait! Oh please don't go! There's so many trees and it's so dark! Please I'm lost, I just want to go home!"

"Lost..." came the reply, as the little fae relaxed her claws and settled them beneath her. "We know lost. Many are lost here. Many come and never leave."

Again the tundra shuddered, but she gripped her last nerve and pressed on. "Can you help me leave? Do you know the way out?"

At this the strange little fae looked at her sidelong, seemed to whisper something to the tiny lizard, and disappeared. "No! Wait! Come back!!"

A hiss and a click, and she realized the fae was now atop the log she had fallen against, doing a little skitter back the way she had come, and looking at the tundra significantly.

"Oh! Is it that way?" Her voice trembling with hope, she turned to follow.

Many times she thought she'd lost her guide, but always the little creature would appear, blending in with the wet and verdant growth. Eventually they came to a clearing, and then suddenly they were on a path, and then there was a garden, and light in the sky, and other dragons curiously turning to see the bedraggled tundra stumble stunned and wide-eyed out of the wilderness like a lost child.

It was a lair, a huge and very full lair, a tangled network of gardens, woods, and meadows. The inhabitants took her in, cleaned her up, and asked if she would like to stay. Most of them, it was explained, had also wandered in through the forest, and simply never left. They were quite happy to send the tundra safely home, however.

As for the odd little fae, she seemed to have disappeared again.

Doozie wrote on 2022-05-25 21:34:30:

stinky!

Following along with the Tree Parents today is a furtive little green mop. A pair of yellow eyes roll around to take in the newly exposed plaza, and then fix on the noisy pair in the centre.

Tilting her head, she lowers her neck and circles warily around the arguing siblings. Studying their body language, she experimentally raises a lip to show her sharp teeth.

"Stinky! No, no, now lets not be like that, please!" Sweetbark's mothering voice cuts over the bickering as she hurries up to draw the feral old fae away.

"This is... stinky. Please forgive her manners, she's still adjusting to the company of other dragons, so we thought this would be a good experience for her. What she lacks in social skills she makes up for in practical ones. She's got a good pair of claws when it comes to thatching, which is just what we need today!"

Approaching more calmly is Honeyheart, bearing bundles of reeds for laying fresh thatch roofing. Waterproof and long-lasting if laid correctly, the tufts of seed fluff at the ends will make fantastic nesting for little critters, and he proceeds to trim the ends off and set them aside before passing each bundle up to his mate and her "protege".

Stinky (they have been trying to convince her to take a new name, now that she's not living with wild beasts) soon forgets to keep eyeballing every dragon that comes near as she settles into her work. With almost alarming speed she darts about twisting and weaving a remarkable roof. She's used to sleeping rough, and getting through the hard seasons depends a great deal on one's ability to make a good shelter. She hisses with satisfaction as they finish up with one structure, and then peers down at the bogsneak below them.

"Beeeee-Man."

He waves up at them and they move on to the next structure. As they go, a small swarm of bees leave the cloud perpetually hovering around him, and spiral up into the branches of a nearby tree.

Doozie wrote on 2022-10-22 00:34:26:

Star Station Bounty Hunting

There have been reports of strange skritching sounds around the station for the past several days. Some dragons say they've seen odd patches of darkness in corners where there should be none. One particularly imaginative youngster claims to have seen the Baba Yaga roaming the halls late one dimly lit station-night. But rumors are rumors, and so far nothing concrete has come of it.

Tonight there are odd noises in the walls of the Bounty Office. Rats? Surely not. Suddenly there is a flat slapping sound from the direction of the scanner device, which beeps, processing and returning *25*

The room has a tense watched feeling. There is also a slight swampy odor. Damp and decay?

ColorfulCredit wrote on 2022-10-22 04:08:31:

@Doozie
A contract is spit in the direction of the scanner. There is no flair, there is no warmth to the action.

While Solaire knows deep down the intruder is not the one who came before, their mannerisms set his systems flaring. The rumors had him chasing video feed for days until they could confirm, in fact, that the station was not being invaded once again.

It was not a pleasant experiance.

Quote:

"A hunter or a guide?"

Contract Terms:
By signing this contract you agree to pursue the target to your best abilities.
In the event that you are approached by a third party, you will NOT hand over the bounty, or any information regarding the bounty, over to said third party.
Failure to comply will result in contract termination

Doozie wrote on 2022-10-22 08:50:37:

A quick flurry of wings breaks the tension of the space, as the contract emerges. Little claws scramble across the back of Solaire's head, up and over until they can snatch the paper and retreat again.

Up on the ceiling now a little patch of darkness can be tracked by the contract she carries. Pausing a moment to blink yellow eyes a strange old fae stares at the printed image, hisses "Cooold" and then is gone.

ColorfulCredit wrote on 2022-10-22 11:24:04:

@Doozie
Aww, man. You don't know how badly I want to trip that Solaire Station Alarm. Curse you October. lol

Doozie wrote on 2022-10-23 00:37:02:

The skittering is back, but its moving very deliberately down the centre of the hallway this time. Stiff movements, tense shoulders, and wide darting eyes make up an odd bundle as the strange old fae carefully makes sure she is seen despite it being against all her instincts. The rims of her yellow eyes glisten in the bright lighting as she shuffles straight to Solaire and presents a report gingerly.

"Apologieeesss..." she watches closely to ensure he has received the chip, gives a stilted nod and then marionettes herself back to the entry where she promptly goes slack and disappears in a tiny flurry.

REPORT wrote:

Greetings. It seems we must extend some apologies for the behaviour of our agent.

Please understand that she means no harm, and is simply unaccustomed to the manners and etiquette of civilized folk. It was hoped that she was ready for a solo excursion but clearly her carers were overly optimistic. stinky (I swear to you that is the name she prefers at this time) is currently being rehabilitated from an extremely extended period of isolation. The space madness as you know can strike us all.

Regardless, uncommunicative as she is, stinky is an effective hunter and has done us proud in that respect. She weaves a wicked net, and has stalked the tundra enough to know the territory. In this case however, it seems her nest building skills were of greater value. It seems even spirit birds must roost!

ATTACHMENT wrote:

**Video Feed - live**

Description: slightly grainy monochrome visuals of a large white owl with a flat masked face, crouching in a nest woven in a spiral manner from fir and pine branches native to the Tundra region. The nest is surrounded by frost, and seems to contain several large egg shaped chunks of ice, carefully dressed in a layer of powdered snow. The owl turns to shuffle around for a moment before settling itself over the egg-chunks, exposing a neatly placed locator tag. It does not appear to have any intention of moving again for some time to come.

Back at the entryway, a small dark head has dropped down from above, big eyes staring into the room as the data slip beeps, and another attachment comes through. She blinks in what appears to be eager anticipation. What can she have requested?

REQUISITION wrote:

[ CONTRACT COMPLETION CHIT ]

REQUEST: Organic Artifact

**Parasitic Anomaly #RR2014**

One cryptid for another :D

Doozie wrote on 2023-01-22 21:02:16:

"Meep meep?" A little patch of damp shadow has crawled over the box and is hanging down from the top to peer inside. Dimly glowing yellow eyes goggle through first one hole, then the other.

Meep meep indeed; its stinky, the feral old fae - she's here on assignment to work on her socializing skills. After spending some time silently investigating Hedgie and the cookies, she felt comfortable enough to study the two unboxed ghosties briefly before creeping into the shadows to approach the group.

"MEEP?" she repeats, pulling her head back and then producing a lumpy green sackdoll, which she shakes enticingly in front of the box.

Doozie wrote on 2023-04-01 14:44:13:

Daily Activity: Saturday

This is stinky. stinky has no true dragon name, and so neither do many of her children. Firstborn child of an eccentric mother, she was reared in a swamp by wolves. To a wolf, stinky is a good descriptive name.

Most of her children have fled to serve in the ranks of various deities, where it is assumed they received proper training and names, but stinky wouldn't know about that. She is currently being rehabilitated by some tree dragons who found her under a bush.

It is unclear how such a feral old creature managed to have so many children. Probably best not to ask.

Currently stinky is in the nearest pile of festive gravel, picking through for the roundest pebbles, polishing them on her hide and hissing at any potential competition. She's doing her best.

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