Capsule
(#36758372)
Level 1 Spiral
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.04 m
Wingspan
2.56 m
Weight
101.25 kg
Genetics
Black
Metallic
Metallic
Black
Alloy
Alloy
Taupe
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Capsule
"Thief / Chaotic Neutral"
"Thief / Chaotic Neutral"
"So try and get better and don’t ever accept less
Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest
Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness
Come on now, let’s fix this mess
We could get better because we’re not dead yet"
Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest
Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness
Come on now, let’s fix this mess
We could get better because we’re not dead yet"
The world is not a fairytale. Dragons die, villages are raided, and hatchlings are abandoned. Capsule knows this by heart, because once upon a time, he was one of them. He remembers his mother’s scent, even after all these years. Sometimes, when he has a bit of idle time, he wonders: does she remember him?
He was barely a day old when she left. His father went a little insane after that, eventually running away too.
You can’t trust anyone. Another lesson Capsule learnt, this time from the thieves’ guild that took him in. He never learnt exactly why they did it, adopting a parentless hatchling. They weren’t particularly sentimental by any stretch of the imagination. Deities above, he knew some who would (and did) steal from their own mothers.
Perhaps it had just been good fortune to be small, light, quick, agile. Those were excellent qualities to be a pickpocket. “You are nothing without us,” the words were drummed into his head until he started to wake up at night, sweat beading his forehead while his mouth moved silently.
He was nothing without the guild, wasn’t he? He was only useful for the small tasks, the ones the adults couldn’t do. And so it never occurred to him to run away. Sure, he thought of it, but the stirring thoughts were quickly crushed.
As Capsule grew older, his thoughts grew ever more unruly. One night, after a successful operation, the thieves were gathered in a circle around the fire, telling bawdy jokes and drinking the mouth-searing liquor they had nicked from a passing merchant. He sat a little apart from the others, on the very outskirts of the circle.
I don’t want to do this for the rest of my life, he thought, his stomach turning to lead as the words came instantly to his lips. It was almost reflex by now. This time, though, Capsule would not be swayed.
As soon as everyone had passed out, he slipped through the camp, moving as silently as possible. His tail flipped over a greasy pan, which clanged against a wayward dagger. He froze still. After waiting a few minutes, his ears pricked up for any sign of movement, he sagged in relief.
Capsule guided himself over an updraft and let himself glide as he gathered his thoughts. Minutes turned into hours, which dragged endlessly, torturously on. Soon hours turned into days, but he kept flying, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure nobody was chasing him.
Soon the wind blew him off course, as is to be expected with air travel. It was for the better, however. It carried him to the Lair of Crashing Falls.
It was an odd lair, with no thieves or pickpockets to blend in with. He felt like an awkward hatchling. He was out of place in this clan, and he determined to slip away once more. Perhaps he would always be alone. Strangely, the thought did not hurt him as much as it should have. There is an odd strength that comes from loss. You have already been through the worst, so nothing else can really wound you.
On the night of his departure, however, someone grabbed him by the tail. “Don’t leave,” they urged. “Why not? I don’t...belong!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “You don’t have to remain a thief, you can make more out of your life,” they continued.
“Once a thief, always a thief. I was practically born and bred to be one,” he rebuffed them, attempting to make another effort to leave. They maintained a tight grip on his tail and began to pull. Slowly, tug by tug, he was dragged back to the clan.
As the days elongated into weeks, Capsule found his guard lapsing. They were trying to befriend him. They weren’t afraid of him stealing something from them, and that he found as wondrous as anything.
He was curling up to prepare for sleep when the words came, unbidden, to his lips. He tried to force them back down into the drawer where he had hidden them away, but the syllables choked him and parted his lips so that he might speak them.
“I am not nothing without the guild.” The whisper came to his mouth, fighting back the words. Then, the drawer closed with a raucous bang, and he imagined he could hear a lock clicking into place. An unbreakable, complicated lock, so complicated even they couldn’t open it, ever again.
The world might not be a fairytale, but for now? It was good enough.
By: Lore credit to ladylilitu
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