Vorazun
(#36412380)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Longneck Scrapper
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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
5.27 m
Wingspan
3.55 m
Weight
789.89 kg
Genetics
Orca
Metallic
Metallic
Orca
Butterfly
Butterfly
Eldritch
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
KonTheHero wrote:
Vorazun: Shy little derg but super proud of those orca genes. Wow I’d be proud too. Just beautiful.
PunchingSolas wrote:
She belonged to a body of steel and silver. A body shimmering and immobile, perched upon a rack to stare longingly at the passing crowds. Vorazun did not ever know she would envy the passersby. She was one of them, once. Her rigid, metal prison made no room for weeping, merely speculation and lament. Solitude gripped the hilt harder than any warrior could muster.
Vorazun longed to feel the stretch of wings cutting the air, the rush of wind up her nose, her eyes narrowing as she flitted through the sky. She ached to curl her fingers around a fresh loaf of bread. Such simple things she had taken for granted, as once pleasant memories of her former life melted like slick ichor, sticking to her flesh. The nymph’s jarring laughter and Vorazun’s wide eyes watching the world dim and her body contort. The sound of her bones creaking to accommodate her new body.
She rested upon the fallen leaves half obscured. Her squeezed, heaving chest bending the solid metal with each panicked breath. Though she felt herself shriek, she recalled no sound. The canopy far above her hissed with each push of the wind, and Vorazun was forced to watch the shifting green hues turn blue with night and pink with morning. She felt the itching crawl of insects travelling over her still body. Where she once would have brushed them away, she lay forced to allow them to wander. The days warmed her metallic flesh and the nights stole such comfort back.
Vorazun was brought back to reality by the interruption of voices chattering nearby. Curious inquiries as to her worth, the jingling of coin and gems set up onto the scraped wooden counter. Vorazun kept a gaze on them and watched them eye her back with uncertainty. They would often complain of something otherworldly keeping a wary gaze upon them. Greed often overtook sense, the possibility of selling Vorazun for far more than they purchased her for began to pull the strings of theory in their heads. With few short words, she was sold and taken once again.
She vanished. Her body too heavy for the string in which she had been fastened. The wanderer’s airborne body too high to retrieve her, she plummeted until she felt the smash of the world upon her, metal ringing but unbroken. The land swam into her vision and she began to breathe, steel husk groaning with its expansion. The wind drifted sweeter than in the marketplace, rang softer than the forest in which her curse consumed her. For a moment, she thought she had been dropped into the afterlife. She could not imagine a land so pleasant being one of her own habitation. Vorazun heard the distant laughter of the young, watching bamboo shoots bow before the breeze, her gaze turning to vacantly peer at the sky, the remnants of clouds slithering white against the endless blue expanse.
Vorazun wanted to weep. She burned to feel the grass brush upon her fingertips, to rest her head upon the ground and utter a laugh at the ticklish whistle of the birds. Where her heart would have leapt for joy at the chirping chuckles of others like her, it sunk heavy and burdened with envy. Her hateful, brokenhearted soul writhed with spite.
She could do nothing else, but lay in wait to be dragged away again.
Vorazun longed to feel the stretch of wings cutting the air, the rush of wind up her nose, her eyes narrowing as she flitted through the sky. She ached to curl her fingers around a fresh loaf of bread. Such simple things she had taken for granted, as once pleasant memories of her former life melted like slick ichor, sticking to her flesh. The nymph’s jarring laughter and Vorazun’s wide eyes watching the world dim and her body contort. The sound of her bones creaking to accommodate her new body.
She rested upon the fallen leaves half obscured. Her squeezed, heaving chest bending the solid metal with each panicked breath. Though she felt herself shriek, she recalled no sound. The canopy far above her hissed with each push of the wind, and Vorazun was forced to watch the shifting green hues turn blue with night and pink with morning. She felt the itching crawl of insects travelling over her still body. Where she once would have brushed them away, she lay forced to allow them to wander. The days warmed her metallic flesh and the nights stole such comfort back.
Vorazun was brought back to reality by the interruption of voices chattering nearby. Curious inquiries as to her worth, the jingling of coin and gems set up onto the scraped wooden counter. Vorazun kept a gaze on them and watched them eye her back with uncertainty. They would often complain of something otherworldly keeping a wary gaze upon them. Greed often overtook sense, the possibility of selling Vorazun for far more than they purchased her for began to pull the strings of theory in their heads. With few short words, she was sold and taken once again.
She vanished. Her body too heavy for the string in which she had been fastened. The wanderer’s airborne body too high to retrieve her, she plummeted until she felt the smash of the world upon her, metal ringing but unbroken. The land swam into her vision and she began to breathe, steel husk groaning with its expansion. The wind drifted sweeter than in the marketplace, rang softer than the forest in which her curse consumed her. For a moment, she thought she had been dropped into the afterlife. She could not imagine a land so pleasant being one of her own habitation. Vorazun heard the distant laughter of the young, watching bamboo shoots bow before the breeze, her gaze turning to vacantly peer at the sky, the remnants of clouds slithering white against the endless blue expanse.
Vorazun wanted to weep. She burned to feel the grass brush upon her fingertips, to rest her head upon the ground and utter a laugh at the ticklish whistle of the birds. Where her heart would have leapt for joy at the chirping chuckles of others like her, it sunk heavy and burdened with envy. Her hateful, brokenhearted soul writhed with spite.
She could do nothing else, but lay in wait to be dragged away again.
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