Odahviing
(#45915768)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
White Rot Deer
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.5 m
Wingspan
7.85 m
Weight
641.54 kg
Genetics
Saffron
Wasp
Wasp
Thicket
Bee
Bee
Lemon
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Even within her clan, Odahviing was accustomed to the stares.
Today, it was her students. Most of them knew her, knew her odd colours and the way they dazzled the eye as she taught, but it didn't deter some of the hatchlings from gawking. They were new, scarcely out of the egg, and their wide eyes sent her back to her first day of teaching.
Naturally, she had been nervous on her first day - a researcher, a dragon of the lab, and now a teacher? Just entertain them, their frazzled parents had told her, keep them busy with a lesson.
Five pairs of eyes blinked up at her, expectant.
I am a scientist, Odahviing had informed the hatchlings.
A youngling lashed his tail against the ground and was momentarily preoccupied with the little plume of dust that arose. Is that why you’re coloured so weirdly? A bad science experiment?
She couldn’t help but laugh; the very notion! To think she wasn’t wearing the appropriate gear, following the meticulous laws of the laboratory was ludicrous. There was beauty in its rules and she revelled in the sovereignty it afforded her. Every squirming cell came alive under her microscope, and through its lens she saw life, stripped to nothing but cytoplasm and nucleus and everything floating in between. Biology was the umbrella under which everyone breathed, from the oldest, decaying fossil to the shivering trees to the birds singing amongst them. All she had to do was listen to the stories they told, and Odahviing was the queen of her own little kingdom.
Yet, over the following weeks, she found herself warming to the idea. Why shouldn’t she be a creature of chemicals? An accident with malachite or methyl green, combined with the Gimenez staining technique, would surely not be beyond any stretch of the imagination. And when she saw the side-glances of the outside world, the many whispers and murmurs that bloomed in her wake, she adopted it completely. She allowed herself to become a strange mutation, an oddity of science.
Science experiment, Odahviing said to a blinking shopkeeper by a way of explanation, and he nodded, accepting this new truth. The thrill had kept her blood humming for days - science was dangerous, yes, but beautiful. And now by extension, so was she.
Children, pay attention!
She was losing her students - she saw it in their clouded eyes, the fidgeting and squirming. She had to reel them back in.
Everyone, look here.
Odahviing drew back the leaves of a nearby tree, revealing a brilliant spot of vibrancy. A poison-dart frog, streaked through with shots of colour, croaked plaintively under the fronds. Instantly, their reverie was broken - the hatchlings were climbing over themselves to stare, and she felt herself glow at their awe.
Woah, check that out!
Can I touch it?
So pretty, I wish I could -
She pulled the leaves back, pinned them with a stern look. Don’t be fooled by its beauty, children. That frog could kill any of you with a touch.
Their parents had called them back at that point, marking an end to the lesson, but Odahviing remained. When she was sure everyone had left, she folded back the leaves. The frog was still there in all its rainbow glory, coated with its protective chemicals. Lipophilic alkaloid toxins: batrachotoxin, epibatidine, histrionicotoxin - she could name them all.
This was biology. To see herself reflected in minuscule lives, the creatures that escaped everyone’s notice. All these organisms, breathing and crawling and jumping, armed with their own arsenal of weapons. Down in their cells, they were all the same, occupying their own pocket of the world, fending off predators and stares and rumours.
The sounds of the forest rose to eclipse the silence: birds, creeks, insects. And under nature’s authority, they became a tiny, negligible part of it all, Odahviing and the poison-dart frog.
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