Potion
(#4736745)
Level 23 Imperial
Familiar
Mantled Foo
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Imperial
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.85 m
Wingspan
23.22 m
Weight
8709.27 kg
Genetics
Chocolate
Iridescent
Iridescent
Green
Shimmer
Shimmer
Black
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 23 Imperial
EXP: 54482 / 147452
STR
65
AGI
40
DEF
33
QCK
47
INT
34
VIT
37
MND
32
Biography
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THE TRAVELLER
You squinted as you stepped into the sunlight, letting out a high pitched growl in distaste. Your sensitive young eyes were yet to adjust to the harsh sun that beat down on the landscape. Hatchlings were rarely let outside unless highly supervised, and with a fighter present to protect them from the dangers of The Abiding Boneyard. It truly must be a special occasion.
You're torn from your thoughts as your sibling crashes into you. With a shriek of glee you turn your focus to wrestling your attacker.
"Claws, little ones! Be careful with your claws!" Your mother quips at the writhing ball of scales, teeth and flailing limbs the two of you have become, rolling around in the reddish dirt each trying clumsily to pin the other down.
You're distracted from your tussle by a gust of a wind, and the sounds of the older hatchlings cheering and stampeding away.
"Ah-ha!" Your brother cries, pushing you down onto the ground in your moment of distraction.
You flick your tail over his mouth to tell him to shush, and wriggle out from under him.
"Woah," You whisper. "Who's that?".
A great imperial dragon touches down , sending out a cloud of dust. With an air of grace, he first sets his hind feet onto the earth, then, careful not to step on the gang of older hatchlings crowding around, his fore legs. His body shimmered a deep earthy red brown, but his wings, his wings were the most brilliant viridian. It contrasted starkly against the arid landscape. Their green was like nothing you'd ever seen before, a vibrant emerald that dimmed all else in comparison. He strikes you as extremely beautiful, not handsome like your mom called some of the males of the clan, but beautiful.
A soft, youthful sounding chuckle emanated from behind his mask as he was barraged by questions from the crowd of young dragons surrounding him.
"Come, little wyrms, leave him some breathing room!," A female dragon, the mother of the older litter, hissed over the demands for a story.
Your mother dipped her head towards you and your brother's frozen forms.
"Meet potion, he left on a journey a few weeks before you two hatched," She said, sparking your memory. You'd heard the other Hatchlings mention the name when telling outlandish tales of other flights, claiming "Potion told us it was true!". "He travels across the whole of the world, visiting every flight and learning anything there is to learn, especially about the deities. From our Plaguemother to The Lightweaver and all inbetween. Some think his knowledge rivals that of even The Arcanist." Some humour crept into her voice at the last bit, and she looked pointedly to the other mother, who looked positively starstruck.
She suddenly shoves you forward with her tail.
"Go on, listen. He always tells the young'uns a story from his travels when he comes home," she says sternly, but you don't have to be told twice. You toddle over as fast as your legs will take you, joining the semicircle of young dragons surrounding the mysterious imperial.
"Oh, that won't do," The gentle voice behind the bright green mask tuts. It takes you a moment to realise he's addressing you. "I don't recall ever meeting you two, and new hatchlings get first row".
He pucks up your sibling in his arms, setting him in front of the other young dragons. When he lifts you, you're awestruck by the energy of magic that crackles off of him. It reminds you of the feeling you felt in the air when one of the practitioners of magic in the clan let you watch them practice, and cast a particularly strong enchantment.
After he carefully placed you down in front of him, he lay down and stretched his enormous wings before folding them delicately at his sides. Then, he started to speak.
You listened, awed into silence as he weaved his tale with his smooth voice, telling of unusual jungle creatures and foreign coatl clans he met in his most recent expedition. It was a trip to the place he was born, The Viridian Labyrinth, to explore and learn of the tribes of dragons that lay deep in the impenetrable Shrieking Wilds.
While the other dragons squirmed and chattered among themselves in excitement, you watched still and silent, captivated by the story and the dragon telling it.
When it was over and Potion retreated to inform Smoulder of his return, you finally sprint over to your mother.
"Mama, I want to be just him when I grow up," You announce with bright eyes and nuzzle under her wing.
"Okay, my little traveller to be," She replies warmly, pulling you close.
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HISTORY
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:.THE TRAVELLER
You squinted as you stepped into the sunlight, letting out a high pitched growl in distaste. Your sensitive young eyes were yet to adjust to the harsh sun that beat down on the landscape. Hatchlings were rarely let outside unless highly supervised, and with a fighter present to protect them from the dangers of The Abiding Boneyard. It truly must be a special occasion.
You're torn from your thoughts as your sibling crashes into you. With a shriek of glee you turn your focus to wrestling your attacker.
"Claws, little ones! Be careful with your claws!" Your mother quips at the writhing ball of scales, teeth and flailing limbs the two of you have become, rolling around in the reddish dirt each trying clumsily to pin the other down.
You're distracted from your tussle by a gust of a wind, and the sounds of the older hatchlings cheering and stampeding away.
"Ah-ha!" Your brother cries, pushing you down onto the ground in your moment of distraction.
You flick your tail over his mouth to tell him to shush, and wriggle out from under him.
"Woah," You whisper. "Who's that?".
A great imperial dragon touches down , sending out a cloud of dust. With an air of grace, he first sets his hind feet onto the earth, then, careful not to step on the gang of older hatchlings crowding around, his fore legs. His body shimmered a deep earthy red brown, but his wings, his wings were the most brilliant viridian. It contrasted starkly against the arid landscape. Their green was like nothing you'd ever seen before, a vibrant emerald that dimmed all else in comparison. He strikes you as extremely beautiful, not handsome like your mom called some of the males of the clan, but beautiful.
A soft, youthful sounding chuckle emanated from behind his mask as he was barraged by questions from the crowd of young dragons surrounding him.
"Come, little wyrms, leave him some breathing room!," A female dragon, the mother of the older litter, hissed over the demands for a story.
Your mother dipped her head towards you and your brother's frozen forms.
"Meet potion, he left on a journey a few weeks before you two hatched," She said, sparking your memory. You'd heard the other Hatchlings mention the name when telling outlandish tales of other flights, claiming "Potion told us it was true!". "He travels across the whole of the world, visiting every flight and learning anything there is to learn, especially about the deities. From our Plaguemother to The Lightweaver and all inbetween. Some think his knowledge rivals that of even The Arcanist." Some humour crept into her voice at the last bit, and she looked pointedly to the other mother, who looked positively starstruck.
She suddenly shoves you forward with her tail.
"Go on, listen. He always tells the young'uns a story from his travels when he comes home," she says sternly, but you don't have to be told twice. You toddle over as fast as your legs will take you, joining the semicircle of young dragons surrounding the mysterious imperial.
"Oh, that won't do," The gentle voice behind the bright green mask tuts. It takes you a moment to realise he's addressing you. "I don't recall ever meeting you two, and new hatchlings get first row".
He pucks up your sibling in his arms, setting him in front of the other young dragons. When he lifts you, you're awestruck by the energy of magic that crackles off of him. It reminds you of the feeling you felt in the air when one of the practitioners of magic in the clan let you watch them practice, and cast a particularly strong enchantment.
After he carefully placed you down in front of him, he lay down and stretched his enormous wings before folding them delicately at his sides. Then, he started to speak.
You listened, awed into silence as he weaved his tale with his smooth voice, telling of unusual jungle creatures and foreign coatl clans he met in his most recent expedition. It was a trip to the place he was born, The Viridian Labyrinth, to explore and learn of the tribes of dragons that lay deep in the impenetrable Shrieking Wilds.
While the other dragons squirmed and chattered among themselves in excitement, you watched still and silent, captivated by the story and the dragon telling it.
When it was over and Potion retreated to inform Smoulder of his return, you finally sprint over to your mother.
"Mama, I want to be just him when I grow up," You announce with bright eyes and nuzzle under her wing.
"Okay, my little traveller to be," She replies warmly, pulling you close.
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HISTORY
[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]
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