Matsuura
(#27577531)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Waveswell Sorcerer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.05 m
Wingspan
19.32 m
Weight
9199.27 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Ripple
Ripple
Midnight
Current
Current
Oilslick
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Matsuura
Musician   
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 B I O G R A P H Y
Little sewn deity dolls, as well as blankets, sheets, and gowns, hung from the stall’s walls, swaying in the salty breeze. “He’s good enough at the lute,” Lula’s friend pointed out. “True.” Lula clucked her tongue. “But he’s not much of a mind for sewing.” Matsuura wasn’t listening. In the shade of the booth, his body coiled in the sand. His long, dark, delicate talons plucked lightly at the strings of his beloved instrument. The music that emerged was airy and soft, like the music the stars would play. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the melody. Lula shook her head. Living with the wandering seamstress was easy enough. She fed him a lot and demanded next to nothing in return. But having only the woman, her friends, and their customers to talk to was desperately lonely. For that reason, Matsuura rarely spoke. There was no one to talk to and nothing to talk about. Yet, the idea of a companion held great appeal for him. Day and night, he dreamt of having his own sweet lover to share his inner-most thoughts with, and his music. It was with this thought in mind that he waited for Lula to finally doze off. When the dragon was snoring beneath the stars, he silently crept away from the booth, closer to the water. The beaches here were absolutely pristine. Angelic white sand kissed up against clear water. Now, at night, the ocean doubled the stars. Matsuura felt like he stood on the boundary between two galaxies — and that made him feel more alone than ever. Huffing a sigh and looking up at the moon, he began to play. The melodies, infused with his melancholy, were more tremulous and touching that ever. Playing put him into a deep, deep trance. When he came free of it, he saw that the ocean vista brimmed with nocturnal life. Fish and manta swam in circles, and bioluminescent algae had drifted into the shallows. Amazed, Matsuura stepped forward until the warm water lapped his feet. Then he saw something else: A pair of glossy, almond-shaped eyes peered curiously up at him. The eyes slowly emerged with the rest of a lean, taut, muscled torso. Matsuura flushed as the creature came closer. He could think of nothing to say. Then, before he could speak, the merman leaned up, snatched his lute, and vanished beneath the waves. "Only you,” Lula was saying. “Only you could get your lute stolen by a maren.” Matsuura sulked. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help it. “I’m going to get it back.” “And how? Are you going to drink the sea? Ask the fishers, ‘Hmmm, any of you seen a lute-playing maren around here?’” Lula flung up her hands. She could have a fiery temper. “Lula —“ “No, no, no. The only cure is for me to give you the present I was saving for your birthday.” She rummaged beneath some sheets and pulled free a brand new lute. It was leafed and inlaid with gold and rubies. A handsome, beautiful piece…but not his lute. He still had to show his gratitude. He hugged the seamstress, tightly. “Now,” she whispered in his ear. “Don’t you dare go down to the beach at night, you hear?” 
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B I O G R A P H Y
That night, as Lula snored away, Matsuura crept, once again, to the waves. He played more boldly and angrily this time, glaring out at the ocean. It wasn’t long before the same handsome merman showed again — and he was still clutching Matsuura’s old lute! “The water’s probably ruined it,” Matsuura muttered, but he knelt down, gesturing invitingly anyway. And as the merman swam closer, Matsuura was distracted by how handsome he was. His long, flowing hair fell in waves to his trim chest. What was more — it looked like the old lute wasn’t damaged, either. Instead, it was coated in a glossy shine. To Matsuura’s disbelief, the merman paused. Looking at Matsuura, he played a few trembling notes. Then another one. Then he pointed to the lute in Matsuura’s paws. Dumbfounded, Matsuura played those notes, then another. The merman grimaced and swam nearer, shaking his head. Slowly, Matsuura showed him how to play that note. The two leaned nearer and nearer until they both rested waist deep in water, playing melodies. Matsuura’s songs were bold and sure, but the merman’s were slower. Eventually, the merman’s cheek rested against Matsuura’s chest, and he strummed to the rhythm of his heart. Lula awoke in the dawn to find the two of them still entwined. Clucking her tongue, she set up her stall. “That boy finds the strangest amusements.” Matsuura’s companion cannot speak. The two of them communicate through a mixture of sign language, music, and sand hieroglyphics. The merman ended up coating both lutes with water-resistant secretions from his scales. And though the fishermen find it hard to believe, the two play duets to crowds of listening maren.
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