StaticSnow
(#48285934)
the Spirit Shelter
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.19 m
Wingspan
7.41 m
Weight
5146.75 kg
Genetics
Silver
Wasp (Gaoler)
Wasp (Gaoler)
Crocodile
Daub (Gaoler)
Daub (Gaoler)
Silver
Wintercoat (Gaoler)
Wintercoat (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Gaoler
Max Level
STR
128
AGI
10
DEF
7
QCK
50
INT
6
VIT
16
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
In one of the countless dark Gladevein valleys that go unseen by drakekind, something large lumbers through the undergrowth. Deep treadmarks gouge the wet red earth, and strange frequencies linger between the ferns. As it walks, glimpses of it occasionally glint from behind the cool shade of the canopy; a dimly flickering screen, a tapering pair of muddied silicone antlers, immense plates of plastic and curtains of faux fur that have long since given way to moss and budding flowers.
It halts in the misted clearing, thrumming softly. Though it stands still, its automated form periodically ripples with pulses of neon light exotic to the native dark tones of the deep forest. Occasionally, however, it emits a different hue. A paler light, like the iris of a blinded beast, that sometimes- if an observer were patient enough- drifts outwards, scattering into forms far too organised to be the work of pure chance.
And perhaps, amidst the light and swirling wisps, the keenly observant might notice a small face gazing back at them, too...
——
For time uncounted, an ancient machine had stood guard over the Gladeveins, immobile and long-reclaimed by the wilds it protected. Recently, however, it has begun to surge with new life, and seems to be resuming its’ post as a caretaker of the glades.
Many think this to be the work of some rogue technological coincidence that miraculously allowed power to be returned to the great guardian once more, and the few researchers with the resolve to track it have been keen to discover precisely why. Unfortunately for them, for such a large machine it proves to be impossibly elusive, leading to many a frustrated research journal detailing weeks of excruciating preparation, all leading up to a blip, a glance, a flash, before it disappears into the verdant ocean of shade once more.
At present, no formal accounts seem to have noted the reason behind its' unusual resurgence of activity. Though, if one with extensive druidic knowledge were somehow able to study it closely, they’d likely be quick to identify the presence of the tiny spirits that have taken their residency within the neywlypowered automaton.
It halts in the misted clearing, thrumming softly. Though it stands still, its automated form periodically ripples with pulses of neon light exotic to the native dark tones of the deep forest. Occasionally, however, it emits a different hue. A paler light, like the iris of a blinded beast, that sometimes- if an observer were patient enough- drifts outwards, scattering into forms far too organised to be the work of pure chance.
And perhaps, amidst the light and swirling wisps, the keenly observant might notice a small face gazing back at them, too...
——
For time uncounted, an ancient machine had stood guard over the Gladeveins, immobile and long-reclaimed by the wilds it protected. Recently, however, it has begun to surge with new life, and seems to be resuming its’ post as a caretaker of the glades.
Many think this to be the work of some rogue technological coincidence that miraculously allowed power to be returned to the great guardian once more, and the few researchers with the resolve to track it have been keen to discover precisely why. Unfortunately for them, for such a large machine it proves to be impossibly elusive, leading to many a frustrated research journal detailing weeks of excruciating preparation, all leading up to a blip, a glance, a flash, before it disappears into the verdant ocean of shade once more.
At present, no formal accounts seem to have noted the reason behind its' unusual resurgence of activity. Though, if one with extensive druidic knowledge were somehow able to study it closely, they’d likely be quick to identify the presence of the tiny spirits that have taken their residency within the neywlypowered automaton.
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