Patecatl
(#43482382)
If brokenness is a work of art this must be my masterpiece..
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.16 m
Wingspan
4.83 m
Weight
430.63 kg
Genetics
White
Skink
Skink
Pearl
Spinner
Spinner
Coal
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
Patecatl - Healer
Art
Patecatl learned to heal because her mother was sick and she had to save her, and a Coatl and Ridgeback couple tought her. Then she met Toci and tought Toci how to heal as well. When Patecatl met Leif, Toci didn't like him but they eventually became friends.
•Unlike many other Bogs, Patecatl's fans compress when she is angry. When she is happy they will spread out, and they normally flop around her neck.
•Patecatl and Dawn cannot stand each other, and prefer to stay far away from one another.
Patecatl was there from the start. She saw Elysian in the beginning, before it was the beautiful, magical, cursed city many knew it as now. She knew its bones, its core better than anyone else. The Bogsneak had helped create it, after all. Many dragons forgot this; they overlooked her. She didn't mind. The important ones would notice, and come to her when the time was right. And she would tell them what no one else knew, the final puzzle pieces they were missing. So she stayed in La Vie, waiting.
Patecatl learned to heal because her mother was sick and she had to save her, and a Coatl and Ridgeback couple tought her. Then she met Toci and tought Toci how to heal as well. When Patecatl met Leif, Toci didn't like him but they eventually became friends.
•Unlike many other Bogs, Patecatl's fans compress when she is angry. When she is happy they will spread out, and they normally flop around her neck.
•Patecatl and Dawn cannot stand each other, and prefer to stay far away from one another.
Constellations - The Oh Hellos
I can feel it on my tongue
Brick and mortar as thick as scripture
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
I babble on until my voice is gone
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
Like molars gnashing
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Looking for the faces
Looking for the shapes in the silence
All that's left for me to climb to
The heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time
But I hear the rumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Clinging to the faces
Clinging to the shapes in the silence
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
And everything you thought you knew
Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
I can feel it on my tongue
Brick and mortar as thick as scripture
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
I babble on until my voice is gone
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
Like molars gnashing
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Looking for the faces
Looking for the shapes in the silence
All that's left for me to climb to
The heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time
But I hear the rumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Clinging to the faces
Clinging to the shapes in the silence
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
And everything you thought you knew
Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
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Exalting Patecatl to the service of the Shadowbinder will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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