Pearlie
(#32640698)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Chalcedony Arcanist
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.05 m
Wingspan
4.58 m
Weight
325.01 kg
Genetics
Pearl
Petals
Petals
Pearl
Butterfly
Butterfly
Pearl
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Witty ~ Hardworking ~ Unforgiving/pragmatic ~ Chipper
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A New Life
The weather was miserable. The hot sticky dampness in the air was oppressive as the fading light spilled shadows along the road and beneath the trees of the sparse forest I trudged through. I had a vague hope that it led to a place where I could find shelter like a barn or a shed, maybe an old cave. I ached so badly in my wings and shoulders that I had finally taken to the ground, and now, with each step, my claws shot pain up my legs and arms. I sniffled and ignored the fact that I cried as I trudged on. I focused as much energy as I could muster to shove thoughts of my past from my mind and take one more step. Another step. I had lost all track of where I was and did it even matter? The rain came, beating on my scales and my misery. I raised my maw and keened into the sky, my tears mixed with the pounding rain. Pain engulfed me and I collapsed. Just a huddled heap in the middle of the road, my wings all the shelter there was here. This is where the gods had left me, utterly and completely alone. “Excuse me, but you look like you could use some help? Maybe a place to stay and a good hot meal? Are you injured?” asked a small voice near my head. I slowly raised my wing and looked out to see a male shadowdancer with wings an orange the color of molten sunsets. He had to ask his question a second time as I stared mutely. What could I tell him? Finally I could nod, though he seemed only a dream, a delusion of a mind at the bottom. His smile spread across his face, a beautiful sight that made me ache in my chest. A beautiful dream in the rain. He motioned me to follow. I whimpered as I gingerly put weight on my feet, and hobbled behind him. He came back to give me a hand, but I shied from his claws as they reached for my shoulder. He seemed to understand and backed off, offering encouragement as we cut through a field and over a hill on a small path I had not seen. “Come in, come in! Turi? Turi!” The male hollered as we came inside the large cavernous lair beneath the hill. “Something hot to eat, quick! Jaden, send for the healer. Osha grab some blankets!” In the communal area with lots of tables and couches by a wonderfully huge fireplace, though no fire was lit on such a hot day, dragons scurried, glancing as I was led to a couch. A blanket he said? A blanket or two would be nice to sleep on, to forget about the ache and pains. I did notice the oppressive humidity was less here, and a female came towards me with towels and I flinched. She talked softly and I relaxed a bit more, telling my tired brain over and over that these people meant me no harm. She gently dried the rain, saying nothing about the tears that would not stop. Soon I was dry and a Pearlcatcher brought a good hearty soup for me. I slurped that soup down so fast, the cook didn’t get more than a couple steps away. I held out the empty bowl and small hope. “Please, that was delicious soup. May I have more. Chef?” My hoarse voice broke and sounded so ugly and gravelly. When had I last eaten? Turi whirled around with a frown. “I'm not a chef, just the lair repair dragon. But it’s my night to cook, so just call me Turi. I’ll get you more soup and maybe some cornbread to go with it. You need some meat on those bones.” I had my fill of soup. Then a healer came and led me to a sleeping chamber through a tunnel in the back of the cave. They looked me over then helped me snuggle in, telling me to sleep in peace, call out if I needed anything. The nightwatch would listen for me and get whoever or whatever was needed. I humbly realized that I probably owed this lair my life. They had welcomed me, cared for my injuries, my belly full for the first time in ages, and although I had to once again shy away from my memories of the past, I replaced them with a firm memory of that soup. That glorious warm soup.
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In the morning, I found my way back to the kitchen in hopes of doing the dishes or something to repay the lair for feeding me. Then I would be on my way. The kitchen was a disaster. No one around to ask, so I began to clean dishes and organize a bit as repayment to the lair. As I finished I looked around for a pantry. I was very hungry and nothing looked like it had been prepared. I could cook breakfast. Eggs and sausages, a nice batch of biscuits maybe? I began by making biscuits. They would keep if not eaten right away and went with many meals. Someone would eat them, especially as I made a decent batch of biscuits! Elbow deep in biscuit dough, I looked up to realize an audience sat at the tables behind me. “What’s up?” Turi said as he inspected my work with a raised brow. “Looks like some mighty fine biscuit dough there. Did you find the rolling pin? Can I help? I need to work off some bad vibes. The pipes sprung another leak late last night and I am grumpy today. Cooking calms me down and sets me right.” “It calms me down too, and I wanted to thank everyone for helping me yesterday. Please, show me around your kitchen! Where are the pans? Any jams and jellies for the biscuits?” “I’ll get those things." He crossed to a corner cabinet."Pans are right here, see? Jam's in the cold box there.” “Thank you Turi. What else do you like for breakfast here?” “They will eat anything put in front of them and like it. Or else!” He turned towards the tables where people were patiently waiting and watching. “So why don’t you have a designated chef here?” I asked him, as it seemed unusual for an established lair. “No one here really likes cooking all that much, except me, and I am needed and enjoy being a repair dragon much more than a chef.” He gave a big sigh. “But food has to be made or some might just starve around here.” “Then let’s really cook and give them something special today, I want to show my thanks. Give me a hand?” Turi smiled. He wasn’t so grumpy already. We made sausage gravy, some hominy grits, fried and scrambled eggs, and a fruit salad. I also did a quick onion and peppers quiche, knowing the leftovers could be brought out for lunch, too. Turi worked out his aggressions on some hash browns. He was marvelous in the kitchen, but when the oven door had an issue, he went back to repair dragon and I worked around him. I giggled at his occasional words directed at the stubborn hinge, and let him taste everything. As much to have him stay involved, as to find out if I was doing the spices correctly for the folks here. He told me jokes as we both worked, and all I could think was how this was the best day of my life. I had not laughed like this in...ever? The breakfast buffet was laid out and everyone clapped. An incredible feeling of warmth and appreciation flooded me like I had never felt before. I cried and wasn’t even self-conscious about it. Turi and I finally sat down as others volunteered to clean up, and we had our own breakfast. “I don’t mean to pry, but are you okay? What are you running from?” Turi looked me in the eye over his cup of kaf. I didn’t know what to say, but I owed him some sort of truth. “I have not had to think about what’s behind me. I cannot speak of it, Turi. It’s not pleasant and would only ruin our breakfast, but your welcome has been incredible to me.” “I can respect that, but know we’re here if you need help at all. We’re friends now, you can trust us.” He was so sincere, hope bubbled up within me. “Is there room for another here?” “Anyone that gets up that early to make biscuits is okay in my book!” Turi waved others over and we talked for a few minutes. It was heartwarming to see the trust and friendliness in their faces. I hadn’t seen that in a long long time. I felt safe. “What says the lair? Shall we accept Pearlie into our lair?” called Siltaria loudly to the room. She was answered by much hooting and hollering and some raising a biscuit in agreement. It was the happiest day of my life, and each day I went on to make new friends and learn new recipes and found a home, a position, and love...eventually. That time in my life I learned a huge lesson, though I truly wish I had known it earlier. Now I try to pass along words of wisdom to the young ones leaving to make their own way in the world. Find friends that love what you love, and don’t make you do what you hate. 
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CREDITS
Bio and Layout designed by @Paintminion
Story written by @Paintminion on commission for the dragon Ranunculus, rewritten for my own dragon.
DYO Adoptables, base by @Lichtdrache can be found here.
DYO Adoptable Coloring done by @Paintminion.
Header Elements, gold side bars, thin gradient divider from @Mibella's templates and can be found here.
Decorative Bar Divider by @Kaldwin found here
Neutral Element Scroll Banner by @Osiem found here.
Snack Bar items by @frostkingdemetri found here.
Recolored Haunted Stone Orb by anthelion-fr: Tumblr found here.
Recolored Scale Hide by thisisthecattoe: Tumblr found here.
Recolored Book by diseased-dragon: Tumblr found here.
Shelves by @Passenger commissioned by @paintminion for personal use.
Buttercup image from freepik.com.
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