Bardic
(#43643200)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.92 m
Wingspan
8.9 m
Weight
418.61 kg
Genetics
Blood
Skink
Skink
Cyan
Alloy
Alloy
Cyan
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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A Ballading-Babbling Bard
‹━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━« Background: Erratic at the best of times, Bardic has always been a strange fellow, though a friendly one; if not particularly reliable or steady. While he’s a strong singer, his composition was once known to be well… Terrible. Nothing ever happened to him, and he experienced little. So what he wrote of was just as boring as his life tended to be. That was, until some of his usual tomfoolery ended with him stranded deep in the Shifting Expanse. Unable to risk the skies in case he might be caught, alone and undefended, Bardic had to crawl his way out of the expanse. Afterwards he had a lot more to sing about, and a much deeper appreciation of the rest of his life. Goals: To write a song that really lasts, that has meaning and moves people. Also to write a song that people just literally can’t get out of their heads. Themes: 
Where’s a Dragon to Drink?
Bardic stared at the cactus mournfully for a long moment, before making a face at it. It didn't respond. “You taste horrible. And I won't drink from you, not even if you beg, not even if you ask nicely,” he accused and argued at the same time, a whining sound rising in the back of his throat. It still had the audacity to not say a single thing. It didn't even tremble Not that he wanted it to, he preferred his Flora stationary. Most of his food, really. Feeding live was messy. And not the fun kind of messy, either. Bardic stared for a while longer at the offending plant, before doing a shiftless little dance and humming at himself aggressively. He'd gone almost a day without drinking, dangerously long once he realized he couldn’t risk any of the oases or drinking spots he might’ve rested at. There were quite a few people, quite irritated at him. Even if they were blowing the whole thing out of proportion. He was feeling faint. It still didn’t move but it was definitely smug now. Mocking him. It was horrible, being reduced to draining cacti like some sort of bird! He huffed, steeling himself for a moment and then made squared up with the plant. Throwing himself into it so he didn't have to think of it any longer, graceful claws plucked at the needles, carving out a safe wound in its flesh for him to lap hungrily at. It really did taste horrible. Like somebody getting straight to the point and heckling his tongue- But liquid. Something so his whole body didn’t ache. Or hopefully wouldn’t, he thought. It was about a half hour and several more cacti than he probably should have drunk later that he finally took back to loping, well. Not quite loping, more scrambling rapidly, glancing furtively at the sky for signs of another horrifying storm, or a storm of horrifying and territorial critics. Though, he had time to muse, his head feeling somewhat light and spinny as he ran. It actually was rather beautiful out here. A beautiful desolation, he’d never taken much to exploring the wilds, he wasn’t much of a forager as far as such things went. And sure, it was dangerous, and a little terrible. He’d definitely stepped on one of the needles as he was drinking and it was still smarting and uncomfortable but he couldn’t stop. Even if he’d wanted to. It was actually, well. A lot terrible. And quite beautiful, all around him. It would have been nice having a picnic on a mesa here or there, actually. As he ran, the bard started to hum a little nonsense tune about one plateau in particular that he’d like to visit again, coming up with lyrics in huffed little breaths. He continued on till he was laughing and half singing and even though everything was terrible, it might really be alright actually. That was, of course, when he fell down the ravine, sprained a wing and came face to face with company of the unfriendly sort. The kind with far too much teeth, that wasn’t afraid of lightning at all. But that’s a whole other tale. 
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