Bryony
(#25350586)
warrior-in-training
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.76 m
Wingspan
1.13 m
Weight
2.44 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Petals
Petals
Amber
Shimmer
Shimmer
Banana
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- ToExalt
- ToExalt
- Rubymask
- Thunderknight
- Maple
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Veta
- Scribble
- Sun
- Rothen
- Scallop
- Strongclaw
- Goshen
- Harvest
- Bloodas
- Prelate
- Chatter
- Sloch
- Ambassador
- Predator
- Glaw
- Rattle
- Hoarfrost
- Hoarfrost
- Atarangi
- Who
- Kenshiro
- Breadbin
- Kenshiro
- Cross
- Intern
- Intern
- Intern
- Leadbeater
- Lair
- Heimdallr
- Mar
- Cuttlefish
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Noise
- Balsoi
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Bryony, Part 1, Interlude
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Bryony, Part 1, Interlude
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That night, after another Awkward-Encounter-With-Bubbles later, the little red Fae trudged down the dimly lit hall towards her room. Her quiver began to hang loose at her shoulder, and she slung it up tighter when she reached the door and slipped inside.
Bryony walked up to the single chair at her desk near the window and hung her quiver over its back, the arrows rattling against each other.
She heard something, though barely audible. One ear twitched at the sound, and she sighed.
“Go away, Octavius,” she warned, not turning around.
Octavius tensed when she spoke, and he froze in the open doorway with one suctioned foot still lifted up. He slowly put it back down, then gazing to her longingly.
“I will,” the orange dragon replied, “after ye let me speak.” He started towards her, then noticing a crude drawing of an orange octopus-like dragon hanging on the wall to his right, multiple arrows sticking out of its face. “Been practicing, I see.”
“I'm not listening to anything you have to say,” Bryony said through gritted teeth, her back still facing him. “Leave me alone.”
“You know I still love you, don't you?”
“Why don't you tell that to...her!” Bryony screamed to him, her green eyes fierce and piercing his now. “What were your words? I will always love you, Marina?” She stared at him in disbelief, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
When Octavius still moved closer, Bryony shrieked in rage again, telling him to leave. Octavius said nothing, and when he reached her, he knelt down, holding her close in his eight-armed embrace. Bryony screamed still, attempting to fight, but he didn't let her go. When she gave in, Bryony slumped down, wailing into Octavius' coat. When she raised one paw to wipe her tears, she noticed the scar on his chest and stopped, looking up to him with a puzzled expression.
When Octavius spoke, his voice was quiet. He told her what happened. That Marina had sung to him, casting her spell on him, and ripping out one of his three hearts.
Bryony hadn't said a word as Octavius explained. What was she supposed to say now? Another tear slid down one cheek, followed by another.
“You know I still love you, don't you?” she told him, her voice wavering. “I've always loved you...I...I'm sorry...”
“No, no,” Octavius said softly, and giving her a small smile. “Ye have nothing to apologize for. It's not yer fault.” He loosened some of his arms.
Bryony wiped her tears, releasing a shaky sigh. “What if she hurts you again?”
“She won't,” Octavius promised. “She can't get to the same dragon twice, if they know her intentions.”
“Does Whelk know?”
Octavius raised one claw to speak, then froze, his eyes turning round with shocking realization. “STINKING SEAL SPIT,” he cursed. “I hadn't told 'im yet,” he added hurriedly, looking towards the window to the darkness outside. “Y'wait here,” he said to her, “our shift's almost done for the night an'—”
“I'll still be here,” Bryony said. “I'll be waiting for you.”
Octavius gave her a quick nuzzle on one cheek before darting out of her room. Bryony stared after where he vanished to, sighing softly and smiling to herself.
Bryony walked up to the single chair at her desk near the window and hung her quiver over its back, the arrows rattling against each other.
She heard something, though barely audible. One ear twitched at the sound, and she sighed.
“Go away, Octavius,” she warned, not turning around.
Octavius tensed when she spoke, and he froze in the open doorway with one suctioned foot still lifted up. He slowly put it back down, then gazing to her longingly.
“I will,” the orange dragon replied, “after ye let me speak.” He started towards her, then noticing a crude drawing of an orange octopus-like dragon hanging on the wall to his right, multiple arrows sticking out of its face. “Been practicing, I see.”
“I'm not listening to anything you have to say,” Bryony said through gritted teeth, her back still facing him. “Leave me alone.”
“You know I still love you, don't you?”
“Why don't you tell that to...her!” Bryony screamed to him, her green eyes fierce and piercing his now. “What were your words? I will always love you, Marina?” She stared at him in disbelief, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
When Octavius still moved closer, Bryony shrieked in rage again, telling him to leave. Octavius said nothing, and when he reached her, he knelt down, holding her close in his eight-armed embrace. Bryony screamed still, attempting to fight, but he didn't let her go. When she gave in, Bryony slumped down, wailing into Octavius' coat. When she raised one paw to wipe her tears, she noticed the scar on his chest and stopped, looking up to him with a puzzled expression.
When Octavius spoke, his voice was quiet. He told her what happened. That Marina had sung to him, casting her spell on him, and ripping out one of his three hearts.
Bryony hadn't said a word as Octavius explained. What was she supposed to say now? Another tear slid down one cheek, followed by another.
“You know I still love you, don't you?” she told him, her voice wavering. “I've always loved you...I...I'm sorry...”
“No, no,” Octavius said softly, and giving her a small smile. “Ye have nothing to apologize for. It's not yer fault.” He loosened some of his arms.
Bryony wiped her tears, releasing a shaky sigh. “What if she hurts you again?”
“She won't,” Octavius promised. “She can't get to the same dragon twice, if they know her intentions.”
“Does Whelk know?”
Octavius raised one claw to speak, then froze, his eyes turning round with shocking realization. “STINKING SEAL SPIT,” he cursed. “I hadn't told 'im yet,” he added hurriedly, looking towards the window to the darkness outside. “Y'wait here,” he said to her, “our shift's almost done for the night an'—”
“I'll still be here,” Bryony said. “I'll be waiting for you.”
Octavius gave her a quick nuzzle on one cheek before darting out of her room. Bryony stared after where he vanished to, sighing softly and smiling to herself.
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