Nicolas
(#42120785)
he/him
Binx
Magpie Sphinx
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.95 m
Wingspan
5.41 m
Weight
930.38 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Orca
Morph
Morph
Obsidian
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Skydancer
EXP: 10404 / 16009
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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♛ Nicolas
————————— ❤ Trans - he/him "Mockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still. What can you see from the top of that hill? Can you see up, can you see down? Can you see the dead things all around?"
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Quas nugas diabolicas de me jamjamque dicisti, tu pusio putens? Quid tibi dicem, memento: ego optimo optimorum navigare didicit, ego сontra Punicorum pravorum proelia numerosa absconsa commisi, ego trecenti nebulones occidisse scior. Ego bellum apsconditum novi, ego sagittarius abstrusus optimus copiae Americae sum. Te solummodo alium destinatum interficiendum esse arbitror. Te, parasitum, ad amussem, qua orbum terrarum non novi, delebo, orsum meum memento. Dictis in tela terrarum nugis eis te evadere potesse putas? Cogita iterum, caenum. *** fabulamus, decuriam absconsam speculatorum trans America communico sifraque personalis tuas jamjamque designantur, ita cladem para, vermis. Cladem, qui rem parvam miserendam, qui vitam tuam nominas, delebit. Mortus es, pusio putens. Usquam quoquamque esse possum, atque septigentis modis te manibus nudis interficere possum. Nonsolum deluctionem inermem plurifariam exercui, sed etiam armamentarium totum militum classiariorum Americae uti possum, et id plene ad te consumendum utar, blenus parvus. Si, quam poenam horrendam adnotamenti “ingeniosi” tui causa des, scieris, tacuieris. Sed non tacuisti, itaque coerceor, morio diabolice. Furam, et in furore meo merges. Mortus es, pusio. Quas nugas diabolicas de me jamjamque dicisti, tu pusio putens? Quid tibi dicem, memento: ego optimo optimorum navigare didicit, ego сontra Punicorum pravorum proelia numerosa absconsa commisi, ego trecenti nebulones occidisse scior. Ego bellum apsconditum novi, ego sagittarius abstrusus optimus copiae Americae sum. Te solummodo alium destinatum interficiendum esse arbitror. Te, parasitum, ad amussem, qua orbum terrarum non novi, delebo, orsum meum memento. Dictis in tela terrarum nugis eis te evadere potesse putas? Cogita iterum, caenum. *** fabulamus, decuriam absconsam speculatorum trans America communico sifraque personalis tuas jamjamque designantur, ita cladem para, vermis. Cladem, qui rem parvam miserendam, qui vitam tuam nominas, delebit. Mortus es, pusio putens. Usquam quoquamque esse possum, atque septigentis modis te manibus nudis interficere possum. Nonsolum deluctionem inermem plurifariam exercui, sed etiam armamentarium totum militum classiariorum Americae uti possum, et id plene ad te consumendum utar, blenus parvus. Si, quam poenam horrendam adnotamenti “ingeniosi” tui causa des, scieris, tacuieris. Sed non tacuisti, itaque coerceor, morio diabolice. Furam, et in furore meo merges. Mortus es, pusio. Quas nugas diabolicas de me jamjamque dicisti, tu pusio putens? Quid tibi dicem, memento: ego optimo optimorum navigare didicit, ego сontra Punicorum pravorum proelia numerosa absconsa commisi, ego trecenti nebulones occidisse scior. Ego bellum apsconditum novi, ego sagittarius abstrusus optimus copiae Americae sum. Te solummodo alium destinatum interficiendum esse arbitror. Te, parasitum, ad amussem, qua orbum terrarum non novi, delebo, orsum meum memento. Dictis in tela terrarum nugis eis te evadere potesse putas? Cogita iterum, caenum. *** fabulamus, decuriam absconsam speculatorum trans America communico sifraque personalis tuas jamjamque designantur, ita cladem para, vermis. Cladem, qui rem parvam miserendam, qui vitam tuam nominas, delebit. Mortus es, pusio putens. Usquam quoquamque esse possum, atque septigentis modis te manibus nudis interficere possum. Nonsolum deluctionem inermem plurifariam exercui, sed etiam armamentarium totum militum classiariorum Americae uti possum, et id plene ad te consumendum utar, blenus parvus. Si, quam poenam horrendam adnotamenti “ingeniosi” tui causa des, scieris, tacuieris. Sed non tacuisti, itaque coerceor, morio diabolice. Furam, et in furore meo merges. Mortus es, pusio. |
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
-- Dylan Thomas
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