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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.33 m
Wingspan
2.28 m
Weight
92.96 kg
Genetics
Ice
Tapir
Tapir
Cherry
Butterfly
Butterfly
Blood
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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Symphony
the insane prophetic
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nickname: none
relations: unknown sexuality: unknown |
collects: unknown
skills: unknown alignment: unknown |
likes: dislikes: Being with others, being without herself, |
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Dazzling, twisting, spinning. The future, the past, the present? Neither? All?
Pirouetting through the air, blood red roses fall like confetti. Red with blood, or red as blood? Who sees them fall? Stretching, flapping, delicately lifting the dragon into the air, the wings soar. Is this a dream? Or a memory? Is this different from the last hundred? Last hundred whats? Cyan, lime, maroon, salmon... is midnight a color, or a time? Both, perhaps? If said to leave at the stroke of midnight, could that in fact mean when the artist sets down their first deep blue layer of paint? Beware the familiar that smells like terror. But are they still dangerous to a dragon who cannot smell? Are they more dangerous to one with a heightened sense of smell? Questions... wrapping, dizzying, suffocating, nauseating, pain, pain. ... ... ... someone... please... is there anyone here...? ... ... ... nobody is here. Nobody will ever be here. You will be alone forever, alone in the whirlwind of questions, and of answers. But which answers are true, which questions need to be asked? You will never know. ... ... A moment of sanity... a ray of sunlight through the shadowy darkness, cutting through the clouds of acid green torture, clearing the burning sensation from the throat of the spiral... but as quickly as it was there, it is gone. What is gone? How could something be gone if it was never here? Candle smoke turning from a sweet vanilla to a choking bitterness, yellow flowers that wail in agony as they are cut down, friends disappearing. But how could something be gone if it was never here? |
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Symphony
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