SilverBell
(#28624162)
Level 1 Bogsneak
Familiar
Poisonous Toridae
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.44 m
Wingspan
8.07 m
Weight
844.38 kg
Genetics
Ice
Crystal
Crystal
Silver
Facet
Facet
Orca
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
SilverBell
Healer in Training
Healer in Training
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SilverBell imagined herself immune to the Plague. She had rarely ever gotten sick. That was part of the reason she had pursued learning from Sylar, the Clan's healer. She wanted to help in any way she could, and her strong immune system seemed helpful when she cast healing spells. She sat at Elune's side, trying everything she knew to ease his fever. Sylar entered the tent and approached them. "How is he doing?" "Still feverish. And it looks like he's starting to get some sort of scale rot around his claws." SilverBell frowned deeply as she tried to clean the wounds. "They don't bleed, just... ooze." "Why aren't you wearing gloves?" Sylar admonished her and she flinched. She had truly just forgotten, but she had been getting the ooze on her claws all morning. "I'm sorry, sir, I just forgot," SilverBell looked up at Sylar and then yelped as she yanked her claw away and cradled it. "What happened?" Sylar started to pull at SilverBell's claws to see the wound. "I don't know. All of a sudden, it felt like something bit me." SilverBell allowed Sylar to study her wound as she stared hard at Elune's foot where she had been working to clean the wound. There was a sharp edge, a scale that had hardened somehow with the sickness. "How... That wasn't there a moment ago." "You're cut deeply. We need to get you into a bed." Sylar pulled on his thick gloves and started to clean SilverBell's wound and wrap it. "But I feel fine," SilverBell shook her head. "All of the other's succumbed almost instantly after coming into direct contact." "You're sweating." Sylar whispered. He touched her forehead gently with his tail. The wisps of fur came away sticky with sweat. "We need to get you into a bed before you collapse." SilverBell's gut fell, partially from the sickening realization of her teacher's words, but mostly from the gnawing hunger that was starting to creep into every pore of her being. |
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Meat stocks are currently depleted.
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Plant stocks are currently depleted.
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