Ghethapel
(#25357536)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Mesacliff Harpy
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Energy: 18/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.96 m
Wingspan
7.59 m
Weight
406.67 kg
Genetics
Chocolate
Bar
Bar
Copper
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Copper
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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Ghethapel
She shifted her weight from foot to foot uneasily, staring at the massive dragons towering over her. They were everywhere. Everywhere she looked, everywhere she turned, they were there. Were they going to eat her? Were they going to kill her? Were they going to enslave her? What had happened to Marou? Was she safe? Had they eaten her? Had they killed her? Had they enslaved her? She didn't know how she had gotten here. She didn't even know where here was. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't fight. She was a single harpy. A single harpy couldn't take on a dragon, not unless she wanted to die. And she didn't want to die. She wanted to find Marou, she wanted to get back to her flock, she wanted to get back to her nest, and she never wanted to see another dragon ever again. But she couldn't do anything. All she could do was stand there, on the cold rock that had never felt the warmth of sunlight, staring up at the dragons that towered so high over her head it was hard to comprehend that they were living creatures instead of statues or cliffs. But they were alive, because one of them was moving closer, one of them with feathers but not nearly enough of them. It had a gem on its forehead that glowed blue even in the darkness of this strange cave. It stopped infront of her, and she couldn't even bring herself to fly away or--or swim away. She couldn't move. She was so afraid. She was so afraid. The dragon laid its massive head down on the ground barely a few wing-spans away from her. The eye it had turned towards her filled the world like the sky, it was so massive. And even though it was white, as though blinded, she knew, she knew that it was looking at her, watching her tremble, watching her terror. She didn't even know how to speak dragon. She couldn't even beg for her life. She couldn't even ask what had happened to Marou. All she could do was stand there, and tremble, and wait for death to come.
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But that is not what happened. When the dragon in front of her opened its mouth, it was not so that it could crush her beneath its teeth. It was not so that it could swallow her whole. It was not so that it could tear her very soul from her body. It spoke. And it spoke in harpy. It spoke to her of Marou, and how she was safe--frightened and aggressive--but safe. And she would be able to see her soon. It spoke to her of safety, and shelter, for as long as she and her friend needed it. It spoke to her of going back home, how it would help her if she wanted it to. It told her that she was safe, that Marou was safe, that not a single one of these massive cliff-sized beings would harm them. And somehow, for some reason, she believed it. |
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