Phia
(#36460902)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.07 m
Wingspan
5.6 m
Weight
596.29 kg
Genetics
Cobalt
Petals
Petals
Sky
Shimmer
Shimmer
Phthalo
Smoke
Smoke
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
Phia
Artist | "creative and self-reliant " | Asexual | Aromantic
Phia's passion is drawing. It has been, ever since she saw a painting of the Tidelord. She watched one of the dragons in her older lair painting and fell in love with the rhythmic brush stokes; the way something was created from nothing. She taught herself the art, she painted and sketched through day and night. Drew the dragons around her, the rocks, the plants... She sketched the various beastclan members she saw around her. Watched the shadows move across the ground; Observed the hatchlings play. And put that all on paper.
Art was everything. It was her love. Her passion. The one thing that separated her from others. The one thing she could always rely on. Without it she used to be like any other dragon. Until something changed her, separated her from others for the rest of her life.
It was a nice evening and Phia climbed up onto a hole in a cliff. She sat down her ease, took out her paint and started painting the sunset before her. She looked at the clouds in the sky, the sun, slipping between the horizon. If only she could get closer. Phia stepped forward, closer towards the edge. The stones broke under her feet and she started plummeting to the ground, rocks showering around her. She held her pearl close and stretched out her wings. Phia glided towards the ground. Almost there. She stretched out three of her legs, almost ready to land. Then a bigger rock hit her lower back and plastered her to the ground. Her pearl rolled away from her.
Phia couldn't move, the rock was holding her down. She couldn't feel her back legs and tail. She did the only thing that came to mind - shouted for help. Luckily for her a snapper heard her, came over and helped her get back home.
Phia couldn't hear anyhting besides the blood rushing in her ears. Broken spine. No feeling in her lower body. No control over her legs or tail. It couldn't be true. It had to be a joke; a lie; anything but true....
Everything changed. She had to relearn to move around, to fly. Phia started losing herself in art even more often. It was her only escape. The thing that requiered no use of her tail of back legs. It was always there for her. The one constant. Even after she left her clan in the Greatwyrm's Breach, after she started living in The Tangled Wood. She always had art; the rhythmic brush strokes, the colours and shapes molding together to create something beautiful.
It's the main reason for her fear of heights and the thing that pushed her to leave the Dragonhome. Phia started learning to live again. She learned to rely as little as possible on others, changed the way she flew, strengthened her front arms. She never stopped drawing.
The pearlcatcher changed her way of life. She started carrying her pearl strapped to her back, using her front legs and wings to move. Her lower body hung low as she flew, head held high.
Artist | "creative and self-reliant " | Asexual | Aromantic
Phia's passion is drawing. It has been, ever since she saw a painting of the Tidelord. She watched one of the dragons in her older lair painting and fell in love with the rhythmic brush stokes; the way something was created from nothing. She taught herself the art, she painted and sketched through day and night. Drew the dragons around her, the rocks, the plants... She sketched the various beastclan members she saw around her. Watched the shadows move across the ground; Observed the hatchlings play. And put that all on paper.
Art was everything. It was her love. Her passion. The one thing that separated her from others. The one thing she could always rely on. Without it she used to be like any other dragon. Until something changed her, separated her from others for the rest of her life.
It was a nice evening and Phia climbed up onto a hole in a cliff. She sat down her ease, took out her paint and started painting the sunset before her. She looked at the clouds in the sky, the sun, slipping between the horizon. If only she could get closer. Phia stepped forward, closer towards the edge. The stones broke under her feet and she started plummeting to the ground, rocks showering around her. She held her pearl close and stretched out her wings. Phia glided towards the ground. Almost there. She stretched out three of her legs, almost ready to land. Then a bigger rock hit her lower back and plastered her to the ground. Her pearl rolled away from her.
Phia couldn't move, the rock was holding her down. She couldn't feel her back legs and tail. She did the only thing that came to mind - shouted for help. Luckily for her a snapper heard her, came over and helped her get back home.
Phia couldn't hear anyhting besides the blood rushing in her ears. Broken spine. No feeling in her lower body. No control over her legs or tail. It couldn't be true. It had to be a joke; a lie; anything but true....
Everything changed. She had to relearn to move around, to fly. Phia started losing herself in art even more often. It was her only escape. The thing that requiered no use of her tail of back legs. It was always there for her. The one constant. Even after she left her clan in the Greatwyrm's Breach, after she started living in The Tangled Wood. She always had art; the rhythmic brush strokes, the colours and shapes molding together to create something beautiful.
It's the main reason for her fear of heights and the thing that pushed her to leave the Dragonhome. Phia started learning to live again. She learned to rely as little as possible on others, changed the way she flew, strengthened her front arms. She never stopped drawing.
The pearlcatcher changed her way of life. She started carrying her pearl strapped to her back, using her front legs and wings to move. Her lower body hung low as she flew, head held high.
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