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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.79 m
Wingspan
8.61 m
Weight
480.54 kg
Genetics
Iris
Skink
Skink
Amethyst
Butterfly
Butterfly
Amethyst
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
96
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
14
INT
5
VIT
20
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Banith
- Unnamed
- Marva
- Glesig
- Zaidos
- Athos
- Sapphire
- Maridel
- Emily
- Erilkai
- Lonan
- Castra
- Isra
- Quartz
- Visteria
- Rose
- Astra
- Cardomen
- Nightwing
- Atura
- Amiea
- Arya
- Atem
- Aliana
- Oksana
- Reyna
- Oberon
- Moonarych
- Valira
- Mira
- Nightshade
- Relonikiv
- Dartel
- Blackberry
- Ross
- Daemon
- Obscura
- Noctus
- Kirunali
- Feyre
- Royale
- Elora
- Murasakino
- Eloisa
- Dari
- Malaya
- Gagnar
- Broadwing
- Blackwater
- Withal
- Jesminda
- Mona
- Dwynwen
- Setham
- Millin
- Amaranta
- Inkmist
Biography
Owned by Peyp
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BUTTERPLE
The Model |
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An iris dragon waltzed around, their wings spread out. His eyes glittered as he strolled around the center of the camp, pairs of eyes landing on the dragon. His gaze traveling around, he spotted a stand with some stuff on the ground nearby it. Walking up, the decorations on his wings jingled loudly. Shifting on his feet, he surveyed the stand.
A yellowy dragon stood behind it, looking down in dismay at several foods spilled on the ground. Dirt coated a red banana, and a red delicious apple was broken in half, which lay next to a couple smashed blackberries and raspberries. The juices from the food soaked quickly into the ground. He scooped up the fruits, giving them to the shop owner, who smiled slightly. Promptly, he swiped them into a small basket. Frowning to himself, he spread his wings, jingling noises sounding from his decoration on his wings. Soaring into the sky, he scouted the ground beneath him, spotting a tree and a few bushes. He stopped, diving down and landing easily on the ground. Surveying the tree, he spotted some red bananas and a few blackberries and raspberries on the bush. Taking a few and shoving them into a bag, he soared back into the air, searching for an apple tree. He soon spotted one, and he flew quickly over to it. His wings working fast, he was able to snag two apples as he glided past it. Heading back to the clearing, he stopped short, entering the camp. Spotting the stand, he raced over, taking the fruits out of his bag and placing them on the stand. “Thank you,” the owner smiled kindly, and he returned the gesture. He turned around, and the dragon tapped him on the shoulder. “Take this, Butterple,” A red apple lay on the stand. The dragon refused it, politely shaking his head. “No thanks.” “Are you sure?” The owner tilted his head, pushing it forwards. “I’m sur-” “Butterple! Butterple!” A yell cut him off. He turned around, his light yellow gaze bright as he tilted his head in confusion at the dragon. Her dark purple-blue wings moved nervously up and down, her deep red eyes narrowed. “I’ve been looking for you, father!” “Oh Sapphire, I’m sorry...! I was just helping someone out with something.” He noticed her tapping claw and he nudged her. “What’s wrong?” “I have to leave,” She murmured, putting her nose to his face. “I don’t want to…” Butterple’s eyes widened briefly before he shook his head at her. “Please stay.” “I can’t! They’re forcing me to leave… I heard the place is very nice and every dragon there finds their place in the society but I just want to stay with you.” His claws curled into the ground. “Then I’ll go!” “But it’s for a job opening!” “Oh.. I didn’t realize that. But… I can still go-?” Butterple pricked an ear, hearing his daughter’s name being called. She frowned at him. “I’m sorry.” She closed her dark, almost blood-red eyes, and she turned, beginning to stride away. Her dark royal wings fluttered, almost identical to his. Her steps were evenly paced as a dragon ushered her away. “Goodbye..!” His striped tail lashed absently behind him. I should’ve offered again… But everyone knows I don’t really have a job. So that would’ve never worked… I wish she could’ve stayed, I should’ve tried harder. After lifting his flattened ears, he heard voices drift from a small den nearby. “...seems...helped with… fruits…” “...yeah, that’s...model for the...apparel.” Confusion flickered through him, but before he could do anything, he felt another tapping on his shoulder. A small, greenish dragon met his gaze. “Hi-um, excuse me, sir, um…” “Go on,” he smiled. “Well, I wanted to know if you, well, you’d like to try on some clothing that my boss and I recently produced… I think… it would match really well with your.. Colors..” he stammered. “Sure,” he laughed lightly, nodding. “Where to?” “Thank you!” The dragon twirled, his tail spiraling as he began to walk away. “It’s over here!” After a moment's pause, Butterple followed.
Written by anfarlamb from Lamb Lore
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