Hyde
(#263709)
Level 25 Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.27 m
Wingspan
14.76 m
Weight
6866.57 kg
Genetics
Aqua
Metallic
Metallic
Seafoam
Shimmer
Shimmer
Teal
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
125
AGI
10
DEF
5
QCK
61
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Banner
- Irusan
- Nightshade
- Malachite
- Felix
- Stonewall
- Nimmi
- Mari
- Buzzie
- Adeado
- Galapagos
- Kendrick
- Kelpeater
- Youngsoul
- Srinshee
- Bakal
- Clevercoil
- Sares
- Melaena
- Kayle
- Ezili
- Marmorata
- Smoky
- Ian
- Soothe
- Rulf
- Keren
- Slattery
- Fyodr
- Starsky
- Dryad
- Memory
- Quetzalcoatl
- Starlake
- Serania
- Piano
- Cruel
- Fairlady
- Aiko
- Doppio
- Corundum
- Jaementhe
- Milner
- Royal
- Helltalon
- Chronus
- Valtaris
- Azoth
- Valoran
- Nala
- Auriel
- Amogha
- Navigatoria
- Consuela
- Smokey
- Kalle
- Phanes
- Angelo
- Kalimeris
- Iris
- Lemsby
- Pavel
- Rianon
- Rhydwen
- Darksoul
- Winger
- Killjoy
- Shilan
- Cyclonaut
- Rosea
- Xot
- Toren
- Assail
- Fortune
- Casus
- Lucrezia
- Anstix
- Amur
- Leif
- Galestrike
- Yaazaniah
- Reldith
- Jayce
- Bramrich
- Surestrike
- Weythran
- Matilal
- Lockemane
- Ammonite
- Sharpwing
- Wedon
- Honorclaw
- Samira
- Camerino
- Datto
- Adriel
- Redo
- Ronald
- Plainsrunner
- Tea
- Skelt
- Journey
- Apachu
- Hope
- Ajala
- Misfit
- Unnamed
Biography
The nocturne is scrambling to keep up, but neither imperial seems too keen on slowing down. Around them, a forest thicker than the little dragon has ever seen seems to unroll without a want to quit. Each time they come to the crest of a hill there is only more and more green beyond. Green which quivers and sings with life. There is more birdsong than any one mind could name; more squeals, squeaks and howls than seems allowable by nature. It is a terrifying place for one so young. And so he scrambles to keep up.
The male takes the lead, but it's the female who is most alert. Hyde, she had called herself. But he cannot imagine her hiding. Not her. Not ever. Her ears shift and turn on her head, zeroing in on every snapping twig, every burbling brook, every churr and chim of a bird overhead. She has a somewhat wild look about her, the fledgling thinks. At least, he has never seen a dragon such like she is. There is a quality to her not dissimilar to the weasels that live along the banks of the river back home. Frenetic, scurrying little animals.
But it's the male who really intrigues him. Big, strong, quiet. He has glimmering scales and a calm about him that seems to set the madness of the rest of the world at a good distance. The youth finds himself drawn to him; finds the promise of safety in the shade of his night-sky wings.
Ahead of the small group, the male looks back. The edge of his maw pulls tight and he says, "Hurry, hatchling," in his gruff, mellowed voice. These two words bring his spoken count up to four. Four whole words. It's the female, sly and wily with her slick grin, that has done most of the talking up to then. It was the female who arranged his training and care with his clan leader; the female who assured them all that he would be just fine. In good hands. Perfectly safe.
The nocturne gives his wings a flap and trots up beside the male's wide flank, careful of the lazy swish of his massive tail. "Yessir," the fledgling says and though he opens his mouth to ask where exactly they are headed, or when they might be there, he is cut off by a long hiss from the female who has stopped in the path.
The male lifts his head to follow her gaze and he too stops. The nocturne bumps into his rear, backs up, apologizes in a hushed whisper. He looks where they look, but sees nothing past the trees. A tangled mass of green and shadows and sun.
"Podid," the female says with neck stretched to spy the animals in a sunbathed clearing to the East.
"Three of them," the male chimes.
"So puny."
"A good start."
The female grunts, Mm, and turns to lope through the trees. The male sweeps up the nocturne in his tail and brushes him forward on scrabbling legs.
"Go on," he rumbles. "Go on."
The male takes the lead, but it's the female who is most alert. Hyde, she had called herself. But he cannot imagine her hiding. Not her. Not ever. Her ears shift and turn on her head, zeroing in on every snapping twig, every burbling brook, every churr and chim of a bird overhead. She has a somewhat wild look about her, the fledgling thinks. At least, he has never seen a dragon such like she is. There is a quality to her not dissimilar to the weasels that live along the banks of the river back home. Frenetic, scurrying little animals.
But it's the male who really intrigues him. Big, strong, quiet. He has glimmering scales and a calm about him that seems to set the madness of the rest of the world at a good distance. The youth finds himself drawn to him; finds the promise of safety in the shade of his night-sky wings.
Ahead of the small group, the male looks back. The edge of his maw pulls tight and he says, "Hurry, hatchling," in his gruff, mellowed voice. These two words bring his spoken count up to four. Four whole words. It's the female, sly and wily with her slick grin, that has done most of the talking up to then. It was the female who arranged his training and care with his clan leader; the female who assured them all that he would be just fine. In good hands. Perfectly safe.
The nocturne gives his wings a flap and trots up beside the male's wide flank, careful of the lazy swish of his massive tail. "Yessir," the fledgling says and though he opens his mouth to ask where exactly they are headed, or when they might be there, he is cut off by a long hiss from the female who has stopped in the path.
The male lifts his head to follow her gaze and he too stops. The nocturne bumps into his rear, backs up, apologizes in a hushed whisper. He looks where they look, but sees nothing past the trees. A tangled mass of green and shadows and sun.
"Podid," the female says with neck stretched to spy the animals in a sunbathed clearing to the East.
"Three of them," the male chimes.
"So puny."
"A good start."
The female grunts, Mm, and turns to lope through the trees. The male sweeps up the nocturne in his tail and brushes him forward on scrabbling legs.
"Go on," he rumbles. "Go on."
Bio story by jillbobill
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