Stein
(#41066280)
Level 9 Wildclaw
Familiar
Southmarsh Podid
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.64 m
Wingspan
5.68 m
Weight
429.02 kg
Genetics
Hunter
Skink
Skink
Pear
Trail
Trail
Jade
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Wildclaw
EXP: 1590 / 21526
STR
36
AGI
20
DEF
13
QCK
7
INT
9
VIT
25
MND
12
Lineage
Biography
S T E I N
he had seen many things during his travels across the seas. he was unfazed by the idea of a curse. that is until he was faced with it. as a result of the curse, all of his crew died. he knew a watery grave was emanate for him as well but he would not have it yet. with one last determined voyage, he sought out the one thing that could cure his curse; the blessing of the TideLord.
he knew it was impossible but, with a new crew and new hopes, he set out.
he timed everything just right and left the harbor on the calmest day possible. right when him and his crew got out to open ocean, however, the waters got stormy. a lingering gloom loomed overhead, threatening to take everything from him once again. he yelled meaningless curses at the storm as it became more enraged. lightning struck around the crew and the waters churned. crew members scrambled to get the sails working but lightning burned its way through their main sail. thick fog made navigation impossible and one by one, the crew members vanished into it.
once again, he was left on a ghost ship. just when he was getting himself together, the skies cleared and the ship crashed into rigid rocks. they ground the ship's hull into splinters and flung him off the ship. he flapped his heavy wings desperately, trying to get to the nearby landmass. his wings were not meant for this... he was a sailor, not a flyer. he dug his front claws into the soft ground, uprooting grass and flowers as he tried to survive. his grasp slipped and he accepted the inevitable.
he fell down to the sharp, watery grave below...
he still... did not want to die.... he breathed in the water, letting it fill him. with it, a new hatred filled him as well. he hated what he had tried to do. he acted as a land lover would when faced with a watery grave as such. he wandered in the underwater realm that he accepted as his new home. he let himself sink into the deep ocean.
he eventually became adept to the depths and darkness. he used delicate ribbons to sense movement of prey and he was able to smell things once again. he used his old bandanna as a blindfold so that he could learn to hunt without needing vision. his body became used to the pressure and he got stronger.
one day, light filtered through his faded blindfold and he snarled, cursing at it in every way possible. something large and yet small covered him, seeming to sneak up on him from all angles. he screeched and writhed , trying to get away from it's persistent grasp.
he was pulled upwards. he felt numb. air filled his soaked lungs. he gasped and laid where he was set, not daring to move. after a while, he thrashed his tail about, demanding to be put back in the water. a small three clawed hand pet his side and the owner muttered something in a language he hadnt heard in a long time.
he gasped for the water he was used to. he tried to get up but instead could only thrash around. he was at the mercy of the land lovers. he felt something hard, cold, and heavy being wrapped around him. he excitedly thrashed, preparing for water to surround him once more... except it didnt. instead, chains were wrapped around his wings, cuffs were put on his arms, legs, tail, and neck. the seaweed that he had used as camouflage was torn off and he was left lying on his side. he felt heavy once again. something he was used to. he got up with ease and, thinking he was in water again, tried swimming away only to be met with a hollow thump on the ground. he was on a boat. thats all he could tell. the ribbons that once helped him sense movement were now useless as they were wet and hung down limply.
his muscular legs pushed him off the ground and he crashed into one of the crew members. he was clumsy but felt in his element once again. he tried going back to the water but the strange thing surrounding him did not let him. he slumped back onto the deck helplessly. he bit at the strange thing but couldnt find anything.
Waiting for art of-
Nebulosa, fearamalgam dragon,
I have to draw-
Kona
Stuff I have to pay for-
of nebulosa (PWYW: Tip)
leveling service for Coliseum- 55,500T
39 levels for fearamalgam dragon art
❤️✓♥✿►★☯
amazing smol adopts-40KT each
Frickin Poetry
art shop to buy from later?
Pretty art shop-iridescence
cheap art shop (is doing Sephiroth for me)
favorite art shop cl23
BANNED!
kich-(trade for first gen WCs?)
how to make money
Karma Song
Doodle the dragon above you
Forests
Gene rarity
Specialty prices
Favorite of above
Free to use pretty creatures
free bases
Really expensive but worth it art shop. trade egg for art
Free dragons
AMAZING FAN DRAGON LAIR
Fan dragon thread
breed or not to breed X3
First undertale comp
he had seen many things during his travels across the seas. he was unfazed by the idea of a curse. that is until he was faced with it. as a result of the curse, all of his crew died. he knew a watery grave was emanate for him as well but he would not have it yet. with one last determined voyage, he sought out the one thing that could cure his curse; the blessing of the TideLord.
he knew it was impossible but, with a new crew and new hopes, he set out.
he timed everything just right and left the harbor on the calmest day possible. right when him and his crew got out to open ocean, however, the waters got stormy. a lingering gloom loomed overhead, threatening to take everything from him once again. he yelled meaningless curses at the storm as it became more enraged. lightning struck around the crew and the waters churned. crew members scrambled to get the sails working but lightning burned its way through their main sail. thick fog made navigation impossible and one by one, the crew members vanished into it.
once again, he was left on a ghost ship. just when he was getting himself together, the skies cleared and the ship crashed into rigid rocks. they ground the ship's hull into splinters and flung him off the ship. he flapped his heavy wings desperately, trying to get to the nearby landmass. his wings were not meant for this... he was a sailor, not a flyer. he dug his front claws into the soft ground, uprooting grass and flowers as he tried to survive. his grasp slipped and he accepted the inevitable.
he fell down to the sharp, watery grave below...
he still... did not want to die.... he breathed in the water, letting it fill him. with it, a new hatred filled him as well. he hated what he had tried to do. he acted as a land lover would when faced with a watery grave as such. he wandered in the underwater realm that he accepted as his new home. he let himself sink into the deep ocean.
he eventually became adept to the depths and darkness. he used delicate ribbons to sense movement of prey and he was able to smell things once again. he used his old bandanna as a blindfold so that he could learn to hunt without needing vision. his body became used to the pressure and he got stronger.
one day, light filtered through his faded blindfold and he snarled, cursing at it in every way possible. something large and yet small covered him, seeming to sneak up on him from all angles. he screeched and writhed , trying to get away from it's persistent grasp.
he was pulled upwards. he felt numb. air filled his soaked lungs. he gasped and laid where he was set, not daring to move. after a while, he thrashed his tail about, demanding to be put back in the water. a small three clawed hand pet his side and the owner muttered something in a language he hadnt heard in a long time.
he gasped for the water he was used to. he tried to get up but instead could only thrash around. he was at the mercy of the land lovers. he felt something hard, cold, and heavy being wrapped around him. he excitedly thrashed, preparing for water to surround him once more... except it didnt. instead, chains were wrapped around his wings, cuffs were put on his arms, legs, tail, and neck. the seaweed that he had used as camouflage was torn off and he was left lying on his side. he felt heavy once again. something he was used to. he got up with ease and, thinking he was in water again, tried swimming away only to be met with a hollow thump on the ground. he was on a boat. thats all he could tell. the ribbons that once helped him sense movement were now useless as they were wet and hung down limply.
his muscular legs pushed him off the ground and he crashed into one of the crew members. he was clumsy but felt in his element once again. he tried going back to the water but the strange thing surrounding him did not let him. he slumped back onto the deck helplessly. he bit at the strange thing but couldnt find anything.
Code:
A wildclaw answers the door. He lifts up his blindfold and looks at them.
"Oh, when I signed up for this, I didn't know that there would be such quality costumes! Well, I'm sure you have many lairs to get to so I won't keep you."
He digs in a bag next to the door and hands you some choice items.
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Waiting for art of-
Nebulosa, fearamalgam dragon,
I have to draw-
Kona
Stuff I have to pay for-
of nebulosa (PWYW: Tip)
leveling service for Coliseum- 55,500T
39 levels for fearamalgam dragon art
❤️✓♥✿►★☯
amazing smol adopts-40KT each
Frickin Poetry
art shop to buy from later?
Pretty art shop-iridescence
cheap art shop (is doing Sephiroth for me)
favorite art shop cl23
BANNED!
kich-(trade for first gen WCs?)
how to make money
Karma Song
Doodle the dragon above you
Forests
Gene rarity
Specialty prices
Favorite of above
Free to use pretty creatures
free bases
Really expensive but worth it art shop. trade egg for art
Free dragons
AMAZING FAN DRAGON LAIR
Fan dragon thread
breed or not to breed X3
First undertale comp
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