Ko
(#29450002)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Emerald Webwing
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.32 m
Wingspan
4.28 m
Weight
562.63 kg
Genetics
Shamrock
Skink
Skink
Abyss
Sludge
Sludge
Stone
Filigree
Filigree
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
"Listen, you know who I am."
"Y-yes..."
"And you know what I want."
"...Yes"
"So stop gawking and get it."
The squat museum curator felt beads of nervous sweat trickle down his brow. Of course he knew who she was. People said she was a powerful necromancer. That she was born to a long-lost kingdom centuries ago. That she sold her soul to a demon for eternal youth. The sorceress known as Olivia stood before him, her arms folded in impatience. He swallowed thickly, paralyzed with indecision. He couldn't stand against her, but he couldn't just let himself get robbed, could he? The middle aged man opened his mouth to protest before an agitated sigh interrupted him.
"Well? Chop-chop already. I haven't got all day," the golden-haired woman tapped her fingers against her arm.
Whatever words were about to escape his mouth, immediately evaporated in terror. In reality, he really had no choice. With meek acceptance, he carefully walked away, and returned a minute later with a diadem. It shone brilliantly against the light, and its centerpiece, a large jet-black jewel was a priceless treasure unto its own. The curator handed it over, arms shaking as she snatched it impassively.
"Yes, this is it," she said, and procured a small metal tool from her bag. The man's jaw dropped as she popped the black gem from the diadem's center and stashed it and the tool away.
"Here you are," she said nonchalantly and tossed the incomplete headpiece back at him.
"I...uh...wh..." the man couldn't seem to find words.
"Ta -ta~" she smirked and winked, waving as she calmly strode out of the museum.
Miles way, Olivia came to a stop in the middle of a crossroads: their designated meeting spot. The air around her grew warm and thick. She could feel tendrils of heat trace along her skin as if they had their own sentience. A cruel chuckle preceded her visitor's manifestation, and the demon appeared before her. Olivia's regarded it with a practiced, neutral, expression.
"So...do you have it?" the demon grinned, extending its palm greedily.
"Of course I have it. It wasn't really that well guarded." She passed the gem to the being, who studied it thoughtfully.
A few tense moments of silence passed. Olivia hated silence more than anything. "What's so special about this gem anyway?" she asked curiously.
"Ah...that's not your place to know," the demon responded, its grin widening in glee. The wretched creature always enjoyed toying with her like this. Leaving her in the dark about the purpose of the tasks it gave her always made her fume.
"Right. Whatever. You have your gem, now be off," she waved a hand at it dismissively.
"Alwaayyyss a pleasure, Olivia," it cooed. "I'll contact you again soon."
There was no special poof of smoke or fading chuckle as it vanished. It was there, and suddenly it was not. The heat dissipated, eliciting an involuntary shiver as she was left alone in the cold late evening.
Well, she supposed it was time to go home. Until next time. And then the next.
The demon couldn't use her as its errand girl forever. She would pry her freedom from its cold, dead, claws one day.
One day.
portrait by @AstraLily
adopt by @El1013
"The flowers are blossoming quite
beautifully today.." A girl sits on the branch of
a tall maple, looking down on you.
Her silky hair resembles the green of the leaves
around her ever so perfectly. "Sometimes, don't
you wish you could be just like them, reaching for
the sun and basking in it's warmth without a care?"
Her airy tone carries to you on the soft summer breeze,
and you watch as she reaches her hand toward the
blazing sun above. "Being up here, I'm closer than the
flowers can ever hope to be."
"Y-yes..."
"And you know what I want."
"...Yes"
"So stop gawking and get it."
The squat museum curator felt beads of nervous sweat trickle down his brow. Of course he knew who she was. People said she was a powerful necromancer. That she was born to a long-lost kingdom centuries ago. That she sold her soul to a demon for eternal youth. The sorceress known as Olivia stood before him, her arms folded in impatience. He swallowed thickly, paralyzed with indecision. He couldn't stand against her, but he couldn't just let himself get robbed, could he? The middle aged man opened his mouth to protest before an agitated sigh interrupted him.
"Well? Chop-chop already. I haven't got all day," the golden-haired woman tapped her fingers against her arm.
Whatever words were about to escape his mouth, immediately evaporated in terror. In reality, he really had no choice. With meek acceptance, he carefully walked away, and returned a minute later with a diadem. It shone brilliantly against the light, and its centerpiece, a large jet-black jewel was a priceless treasure unto its own. The curator handed it over, arms shaking as she snatched it impassively.
"Yes, this is it," she said, and procured a small metal tool from her bag. The man's jaw dropped as she popped the black gem from the diadem's center and stashed it and the tool away.
"Here you are," she said nonchalantly and tossed the incomplete headpiece back at him.
"I...uh...wh..." the man couldn't seem to find words.
"Ta -ta~" she smirked and winked, waving as she calmly strode out of the museum.
Miles way, Olivia came to a stop in the middle of a crossroads: their designated meeting spot. The air around her grew warm and thick. She could feel tendrils of heat trace along her skin as if they had their own sentience. A cruel chuckle preceded her visitor's manifestation, and the demon appeared before her. Olivia's regarded it with a practiced, neutral, expression.
"So...do you have it?" the demon grinned, extending its palm greedily.
"Of course I have it. It wasn't really that well guarded." She passed the gem to the being, who studied it thoughtfully.
A few tense moments of silence passed. Olivia hated silence more than anything. "What's so special about this gem anyway?" she asked curiously.
"Ah...that's not your place to know," the demon responded, its grin widening in glee. The wretched creature always enjoyed toying with her like this. Leaving her in the dark about the purpose of the tasks it gave her always made her fume.
"Right. Whatever. You have your gem, now be off," she waved a hand at it dismissively.
"Alwaayyyss a pleasure, Olivia," it cooed. "I'll contact you again soon."
There was no special poof of smoke or fading chuckle as it vanished. It was there, and suddenly it was not. The heat dissipated, eliciting an involuntary shiver as she was left alone in the cold late evening.
Well, she supposed it was time to go home. Until next time. And then the next.
The demon couldn't use her as its errand girl forever. She would pry her freedom from its cold, dead, claws one day.
One day.
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peacock / tangerine / shamrock shale / murk / buttercup pearl / orange / emerald peacock / mint / orca * ice / moss / vermillion brick / slate / lavender moon / ice / pearl * fuchsia / storm / beige mulberry / cornflower / swamp dust / lead / radioactive * tan / sand / steel spearmint / cobalt / sanddollar * = potential. Dirt | Navy | Shadow Umber | Robin | Forest Flint | Fuchsia : Cotton-candy Grey | Radioactive | Gold |
portrait by @AstraLily
adopt by @El1013
"The flowers are blossoming quite
beautifully today.." A girl sits on the branch of
a tall maple, looking down on you.
Her silky hair resembles the green of the leaves
around her ever so perfectly. "Sometimes, don't
you wish you could be just like them, reaching for
the sun and basking in it's warmth without a care?"
Her airy tone carries to you on the soft summer breeze,
and you watch as she reaches her hand toward the
blazing sun above. "Being up here, I'm closer than the
flowers can ever hope to be."
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