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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.78 m
Wingspan
5.79 m
Weight
565.66 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Carmine
Shimmer
Shimmer
Coal
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
57
INT
7
VIT
10
MND
7
Biography
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MISERABILIA no need to remind me, what death leaves behind me |
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tl;dr miserabilia's home clan suffered by a deadly plague with only few survivors, she's a witch so everyone placed the blame on her
WISHLIST
plague rare eyes |
 
STR ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ INT ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ AGI ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ CHA ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ VIT ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ |
(modified) code by retroroyalty
lineart base by sunflic (#139800), apparel & coloring by me
by fallowtail (#67419)
by andamooka (#320699)
lineart base by sunflic (#139800), apparel & coloring by me
by fallowtail (#67419)
by andamooka (#320699)
”Everyone’s dying! The plague is raging and nobody can do anything about it!”
“I know!” She growled, waving a deteriorated wing. “I can’t do anything about it! I’m not dead from it, but I’m being affected…” she covered a mark on her front leg protectively.
“Well, you are the witch,” he pointed out, “They’re going to blame you.”
…
“It’s her fault!” They screeched.
One thrust a cracked claw at her. “She’s a witch!”
“She punished us!” a wail rose above the other voices.
“What did we do to you?!” They howled.
A huge dragon’s wings blocked her view.
“Exile her!”
....
She walked into the Clan, eyes darting around nervously. Her wings were crippled, and she had marks dotting her body.
Everyone seemed to inch away from her. Some gave an anxious “hello” and others murmured a “welcome”.
But one dragon strolled up to her, waving her wing in a friendly way.
A pearlcatcher female hung over a pot of boiling, bubbling water.
“Miserabilia?”
The female looked up - Miserabilia - and she spotted a wildclaw female. The dragon who had called her, Hex, was the herbalist, occasionally viewed as an alchemist for the Clan they both lived in. Miserabilia is the witch.
“Come in, Hex,” Miserabilia murmured.
“I’ve discovered a new recipe for something,” Hex told her, entering her den.
Miserabilia shoved a few things under a desk, and kicked a loose piece of cloth away. She didn’t mind messy surroundings, but she knew others did.
Not that others really came to her. She was definitely an introvert. The only dragon she talked to was Hex. All the others were afraid of her cryptic movements and strange clothing. She dressed in a mysterious way, which confused many of her Clanmates and turned them off.
“What is it?” Miserabilia questioned.
“Well, if you put some… gray slime in here…” Hex pulled out a little piece of gray slime and dumped it in the bubbling cauldron. “And red sludge too…” She rummaged around in her pockets for a bit before she came up with a box of red sludge. She drizzled a little bit into the pot, which was now changing colors.
“Do you have any of those cool claws?” Hex queried, “They’re like, from a Podid, I think…”
“I do,” Miserabilia told her, vanishing into the deeper part of her den and yelled to Hex, “How many do you want?”
“Fifteen!” She replied.
Miserabilia gently picked up fifteen, walking back out and giving them to Hex, who promptly dumped them in the cauldron.
“Stir every twenty minutes and leave it there for an hour and forty minutes,” Hex told her, beginning to walk out.
An hour and forty minutes later, Hex rushed in.
“Is it done? I’m a minute late, oh no, oh no! Quickly, turn off the heat!”
Miserabilia, who had been planning deep inside her den, sprinted out to where the pot was. It was bubbling like it was before, and nothing seemed different.
Nonetheless, she turned off the heat and waited for it to cool down. Eventually it was ready.
“It’s cooled off,” she told Hex, who immediately dunked her claws it. She groped around in the cauldron for a little bit before taking out something.
It was a set of glowing, red claws.
“Awesome!” Hex exclaimed.
Miserabilia smiled, “That’s interesting,”
“Definitely. It’s something you can like, apply to your claws and then your claws are red and glowing!”
“Sort of creepy,” Miserabilia admitted. “The young ones would love to play with that.”
Then, she looked down, sighing. The young ones would never play with me…
“You know, I’m glad you’re my friend, Hex.” Miserabilia murmured.
Hex grinned at her. “I’m happy you are my friend, too.”
Then, she took the red claws and put them on, sticking them onto her own claws. Soon, Hex’s claws looked naturally red and glowing.
“How do they look?”
“Not permanent, but cool.” Miserabilia laughed, and so did Hex.
“I know!” She growled, waving a deteriorated wing. “I can’t do anything about it! I’m not dead from it, but I’m being affected…” she covered a mark on her front leg protectively.
“Well, you are the witch,” he pointed out, “They’re going to blame you.”
…
“It’s her fault!” They screeched.
One thrust a cracked claw at her. “She’s a witch!”
“She punished us!” a wail rose above the other voices.
“What did we do to you?!” They howled.
A huge dragon’s wings blocked her view.
“Exile her!”
....
She walked into the Clan, eyes darting around nervously. Her wings were crippled, and she had marks dotting her body.
Everyone seemed to inch away from her. Some gave an anxious “hello” and others murmured a “welcome”.
But one dragon strolled up to her, waving her wing in a friendly way.
A pearlcatcher female hung over a pot of boiling, bubbling water.
“Miserabilia?”
The female looked up - Miserabilia - and she spotted a wildclaw female. The dragon who had called her, Hex, was the herbalist, occasionally viewed as an alchemist for the Clan they both lived in. Miserabilia is the witch.
“Come in, Hex,” Miserabilia murmured.
“I’ve discovered a new recipe for something,” Hex told her, entering her den.
Miserabilia shoved a few things under a desk, and kicked a loose piece of cloth away. She didn’t mind messy surroundings, but she knew others did.
Not that others really came to her. She was definitely an introvert. The only dragon she talked to was Hex. All the others were afraid of her cryptic movements and strange clothing. She dressed in a mysterious way, which confused many of her Clanmates and turned them off.
“What is it?” Miserabilia questioned.
“Well, if you put some… gray slime in here…” Hex pulled out a little piece of gray slime and dumped it in the bubbling cauldron. “And red sludge too…” She rummaged around in her pockets for a bit before she came up with a box of red sludge. She drizzled a little bit into the pot, which was now changing colors.
“Do you have any of those cool claws?” Hex queried, “They’re like, from a Podid, I think…”
“I do,” Miserabilia told her, vanishing into the deeper part of her den and yelled to Hex, “How many do you want?”
“Fifteen!” She replied.
Miserabilia gently picked up fifteen, walking back out and giving them to Hex, who promptly dumped them in the cauldron.
“Stir every twenty minutes and leave it there for an hour and forty minutes,” Hex told her, beginning to walk out.
An hour and forty minutes later, Hex rushed in.
“Is it done? I’m a minute late, oh no, oh no! Quickly, turn off the heat!”
Miserabilia, who had been planning deep inside her den, sprinted out to where the pot was. It was bubbling like it was before, and nothing seemed different.
Nonetheless, she turned off the heat and waited for it to cool down. Eventually it was ready.
“It’s cooled off,” she told Hex, who immediately dunked her claws it. She groped around in the cauldron for a little bit before taking out something.
It was a set of glowing, red claws.
“Awesome!” Hex exclaimed.
Miserabilia smiled, “That’s interesting,”
“Definitely. It’s something you can like, apply to your claws and then your claws are red and glowing!”
“Sort of creepy,” Miserabilia admitted. “The young ones would love to play with that.”
Then, she looked down, sighing. The young ones would never play with me…
“You know, I’m glad you’re my friend, Hex.” Miserabilia murmured.
Hex grinned at her. “I’m happy you are my friend, too.”
Then, she took the red claws and put them on, sticking them onto her own claws. Soon, Hex’s claws looked naturally red and glowing.
“How do they look?”
“Not permanent, but cool.” Miserabilia laughed, and so did Hex.
Written by anfarlamb from Lamb Lore
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