Ida
(#32358302)
Mama Ida
Odie
Gladeveins Needletooth
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Bogsneak
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5 m
Wingspan
6.51 m
Weight
992 kg
Genetics
Forest
Clown
Clown
Blood
Freckle
Freckle
Crimson
Scales
Scales
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
MAMA IDA
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The spirits dissipated as the last of the incense burned out, leaving the cool ash in the tray and Ida sat comfortably on her overstuffed mat, more questions than answers. The season of plague would soon be upon then and yet she, nor her husband had been able to communicate clearly with the departed. Unusual indeed, as this into through the nocturnes breeding period was when the spirits were usually at their strongest. Without explanation, and uncertain as to why precisely the spirits had not been clear in their messages, she sighed and brushed the ashes of the tray into a small bottle with her pointer claw. If anything the soot would not go to waste. This she would use in one of her spells later. The room cleared of smoke slowly, seeping through the cracks in the wooden boards of their bayou house, and out into the night over the deep bog. The scent of black cherry and blood wafted away with a gust of air, and her senses were cleared of it. She could smell dinner, prepared by her husband, through the door. She knew the smell well, gumbo, made with herdbeast haunch sausage and full of the hottest peppers that the borders of The Contagion and Driftwood Drag had to offer. The onions and garlic cloves added a welcoming draw which beckoned to pull her from her quarters. She stood then, retrieving a wooden spoon and old cast iron kettle. She banged them loudly in each corner of the room, driving off any lingering spirits who would otherwise overstay their welcome. She used the spoon then to ring the bone chimes which hung in the center of the room, finishing the dismissal and then placing away all of her tools of trade. She retrieved a bottle of enchanted bog water and poured it over her hands, used this to clean her forehead and cheeks, and rid herself of the residual energy from the ritual. Then, drying herself with an old tattered cloth, she left her room behind to enter the kitchen where often her husband stayed reading bones or cooking dinner. Laveau, the old toridae, large and lazy, rolled up onto her back when Ida entered the room, exposing the scales of her belly to be scratched. Ida indulged her, running her claws playfully over the beasts stomach. Then she stood, turning her attention to the man at the hearth. He stirred a large pot of gumbo deep in the cauldron. When it was only the two of them the meals were much smaller. They grew when their son had come, and grew again when he had married. |
And now there were two more mouths to feed for two young witches had moved into their tree village. They were as part of the clan as any, and Bayou, though he preferred to avoid their company when he could, would not let them go hungry. Ida could admire this about her husband. The old sneak was standoffish and could be ruthless, but to those of the Venom practice he was soft and welcoming. She sat on the floor, the short table just high enough to rest her folded arms on. She smiled pleasantly as the man cooked. He took care of her well, had ever since she’d escaped from the clutches of a ruthless warlord. Scourge had been his name, and he had been intent on sacrificing her to plaguemother to gain favor. She’d escaped narrowly, to the borders of the Wasteland and the Tangled wood. A strange place where the trees grew sickly green and gray, and the bogwater was forest and mud. She had met Bayou then, an older man and a witch of Venom practice, a practice her grandmother had versed her in when she was young. The two had married sooner than later under ceremonies unconventional and unheard of to most dragon kind. They’d had a son, and he - a wife, and now their family was continuing to grow and Ida could not be happier. “That meal is beginning to smell a might bit fine,” she spoke softly, suppressing a laugh when his shoulders tensed and his back went rigid. Though his shock had been evident in his posture he made no sound of fear. Bogsneaks were silent walkers, and though he was certain to never spook her, she was not always so kind when approaching him. She found a childish delight in playing harmless tricks on her old lover. Bayou breathed out calming his nerves and turned then to speak with her. “I’s gumbo, herbeast haunch ‘n blacktoun’ pepper.” “I can smell it,” she confirmed. Bayou only nodded, the two exchanged affectionate smiles, and he returned to his cooking to leave her to her thoughts. It was the little interactions, such as these, that made Ida happy the old warlord had taken her from her home. Or she may have never found Bayou and his empty little village in the bog. The plaguemother had surely given her a blessing in disguise. |
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Code by masqueOFmacabre || Venom Edits by Dredbird || Starkindler
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