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Grisell

(#26095131)

The Mother

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.74 m

Wingspan

6.69 m

Weight

597.45 kg

Genetics

Nightshade
Iridescent

Orchid
Freckle

Blackberry
Okapi

Hatchday

Aug 11, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

"Smiling at you from amongst the clutter, blending in with objects of the similar shape and those of others a small, brown frog perched on the only bare bit of shelving. She speaks the word "come", a voice low and hoarse from her wide mouth, stretching wider at the sound of your footstep."

...

"How does one stare at the sun? For a slimy little thing such as I, fleshy and mortal, lock eyes with the mother? But dear mother, She does not want me." The grin twitched, shrunk. "What I've done I don't remember but what she has and what must be I know, I know now what She wants from me." The frog paused, regaining her previous expression. Scanning from your claws to your widening eyes as they met with hers unblinking too, moist, bloodshot in default state. "I am Grisell, but you wouldn't know would you, what I am to you, and to us all?"
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"No, no, no you wouldn't, but you should. Should I assume you know who you are? I should, I will. You are a son, a daughter, a child, of who? Of the womb of which you were born, but if it is not already it will be dead someday, yes? Yes. This womb brought you into this life, but who gave this life to you?" She gestured a slimy finger to her chest. "I am the mother now."

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“The wagon he towed was the largest and most ornate of all. One side was primarily a deep purple, fading lighter towards the bottom where twisting black strokes detailed naked branches against the night sky, atop which turned to a galaxy of unnamed planets of various size and colour, and with stars weaved between. On the other featured a nebula, of iridescent pinks and abstract shapes, although slightly crude in execution. The centrepiece however was the frog, its limbs stretched into the shape of a star. Muddy green and blemished skin, warts, and dripping slime painted in loving detail. Moist, black eyes bulging almost cartoonishly from its face stare absently across the desert.
Inside was an ecosystem of its own. The air was thick like pea and ham soup from humidifiers and mist, the wood and peeling floral wallpaper green from mould and wet to the touch. The floor sloshed with bog, jotting upwards long grass and plants from faraway lands, bones and carcasses scattered amongst them. Lily pads sway with the gentle motion of the vessel. The throne was an island in the north of the swamp, and seemed to be made from pure gold, covered in climbing plants and moss obscuring its intricate detailing. She sat upon the red velvet seat, unblinking and dwarfed by its size, the frog. The mother.”

THE MOTHER GRISELL

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