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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.37 m
Wingspan
14.05 m
Weight
7067.93 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Basic
Basic
Copper
Butterfly
Butterfly
Caramel
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Imperial
EXP: 806 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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♕ C O Y O T E The Undead ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
ABSINTHE
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WYLDE
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ZIKA
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SLUDGE
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Independent | Realistic | Dogmatic ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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A reincarnation and vessel herself, coyote plays with the dead, and sometimes brings them back to life.
Bought from Ysdaar along with the skin Apparently not an original idea. This dragon was made for this skin.
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""Magic, like a jackal, feeds along empty tombs, and even from those dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope""
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Coyote was once a royal dragon, bred from pure imperial bloodlines. When an assassin had killed and scattered her family, for reasons unknown, she had returned. Her odd, lifeless body scared other dragons, meaning she relied on the Tribe for a sense of normalcy. After the myriad of criminal, deadly and odd dragons has settled, an undead dragon just fit in. Surprisingly, there were other dragons that smelled worse than her. Coyote tries to hide her decaying features, by stuffing her insides with linen and leaves, and spraying perfume and peroxide to keep out the bugs. She applies a peat moss and clay mask every night, to draw out toxins and keep her face fresh. Decades of sand and sun mummified her flesh, which often made it brittle and leathery. Her wings don’t work like they’re supposed to, but with a strong wind her flaps act like sails, so she can glide for long distances. As found out by a village offended by her figure, she also burns easily. Coyote helps clean around the Tribe, though she avoids chemicals and hard labour when she can. They do no good for her hands. She collects eggs from the hatchery and abandoned nests, and practices on deceased hatchlings. The albumen from the eggs keeps their bodies supple, and their small forms make work and materials light, cheap and easier than corpses. No one knows what she is trying to do with the bodies, though rumours fly around her little lair. Some say they can see little hatchlings wandering around her house, and she’s trying to make her own children. Some say she’s trying to grow skin to replace the skin on her face. Some even say she’s trying to make an Emperor, though the wiser ones wonder why she’s trying to use baby imperials to accomplish that. Nearly all believe she’s shade-touched. She has her contacts though. Many clans work with her, bringing her first-borns and younger siblings in tearful attempts to bring them back. Others find her abandoned eggs to hatch, as if ancient lore tells them the strongest magic comes from eggs hatched under a dead dragon’s nest. She doesn’t mind. Some hatchlings indeed go on to do great things, though they’re nearly all infertile. Others simply die. That doesn’t bother her as much. There’s always a second chance.
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Coyote lives as a normal dragon. Well, as normal as one in the Tribe could entail. In the morning she takes her medication, a herbal remedy given to her by Ursa, and her daily blood transfusion, as her body could not make new blood cells. A mild affliction, based on what she’d been through. Her daily jobs consisted of following Zika around, helping with cleaning around the lairgrounds. The more sinister side of her job happened after dusk, when Zika collected the eggs. Between the two of them, they’d crack and sort out all the dead eggs. With many abandoned nests being found daily, as well as their own prolific hatchery, eggs were commonplace in the Tribe. If an egg was a complete dud, infertile, or the hatchling had died before or during hatching then the eggs were stored aside for the cleaners to pick up. Often abandoned eggs were brought straight to Coyote to hatch, as in some cultures she was lucky. The successful ones went to the nursery. The dead ones stayed behind. And that’s when the sorting began. To Zika went the yolk-y ones. The dead eggs. She preferred them clean, and free of the hatchlings. The yolk was her favourite part. Gooey, warm, and delicious as a snack. Zika was an egg-eater, and an avid recycler. Coyote got the contaminated ones. The hatchlings born without egg tooths, which drowned in their own eggs. The genetic deformities, the ones born without magic. Lizards, they were known as. Lizards could still survive without magic, but as illogical as dragon bodies are, most of them died without the magic to support their systems. But Coyote didn’t eat hers, though sometimes the fresher ones made her mouth wet with drool. No, she would play with them. Experiment, dabble, stitch together. Sometimes her experiments worked, for a while. Often the experiments failed. It was the lack of magic, though magic was a fickle thing in and of itself. Magic always added an extra element of luck, and she knew her own lack of magic did not help. Oh, Coyote was not a lizard. A Lizard was born without magic to begin with. And Coyote did once have magic. Great, terrible, powerful magic, as befitted one of a royal tier. Pure bloodlines and rich environments meant she was once one of the strongest dragons in her lands. But when an assassin eventually took her family’s lives, the magic spilled out on the sand like blood. And so did her head. Thankfully a little magic was left, melted into the sand where her desiccated body was buried, as her body had stitched itself together…. As imperials do. Her family had been scattered in different areas, to prevent the return of an emperor, but her own body had been left far too close. Sure she didn’t have her organs, the marrow of her bones had been eaten by crows, and only one half of her face worked, but she was as much alive as the hatchlings she was collecting now. Which didn’t really count for much.
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ETYMOLOGY - The coyote totem is symbolic of the magic in life and creation. In some traditional stories, it is associated with the dark side of witchcraft and is considered as a bad omen. The flipside of these negative associations is the spirit of resourcefulness and ability to survive. RELATIONS -
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