Feryrian
(#50667887)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Longneck Medium
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.45 m
Wingspan
5.45 m
Weight
688.3 kg
Genetics
Cream
Tide
Tide
White
Constellation
Constellation
White
Stained
Stained
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
Prompt: You discover that your life is actually the dream of another.
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Six-thirty AM is what the clock says when Aphrodite wakes up. She paws at the table, vision still blurry, until her hand finds her glasses. As she yawns, she stands up and rubs her eyes, and her wings stretch majestically, the paper cranes etched on her feathers bright despite the dimness of her bedroom. Aphrodite walks a few feet away from her bed and opens the window curtains. The light from the sun immediately warms her skin, making the flowers on her body glow a mix of yellows and whites, pleasant against the hues of antique of her torso and umber of her silks, which gently sway to the breeze of the morning air. She closes her eyes and inhales, the chirping of birds a wonderful song to her ears. She hums a tune and leaves her bedroom, steps onto the stairs, and descends. Today will be a good day, she thinks to herself. She'll make her favorite coffee and eat freshly baked scones from the bakery. Maybe she could gather some flowers and make a bouquet. She smiles. She's near then floor when she realizes she is not alone. "Good morning, princess." Her purring tunes stop. Did her father not order the guards to watch over her room? She looks to the door. Blood was flowing inside. It stains her pristine marble floors a vivid maroon. "Had a good rest?" The sound is closer now. She whips her head towards it and comes face to face with glowing eyes. She's fixated on them; it's her first time seeing these eyes glow, and yet she still notices the unnerving grin on the visitor's blood-red face. She can't speak. The imperial laughs quietly. His voice is a deep rumble. It sounds lovely, but Aphrodite knows when deception is at play. Gladys moves in front of the skydancer and gives his hand, a silent offer for her to take it. No, not an offer. A command. She takes it. His grip is gentle as a feather, but his hands are cold as ice. At one point in time she thought she could make them warm. At one point in time she was naive. Gladys leads Aphrodite to the center of the living room. He wraps his arms around her waist and starts to move his feet in a soundless ballad. Aphrodite knows she should wrap hers around his previous lover's neck. She does so. For a few minutes, they dance in silence. Just like the old days. Only now death was looming. She knows he'd come for her eventually. Gladys was gritty. He's bold, and he never gives up. A few of the many traits that made the princess fall for him. Her prince charming. Her night in shining armour. Gladys' embrace tightens slightly, and for a moment, she's taken back in time. Just for a moment. Because soon, she feels stabbing pain. She grips onto the imperial and she gasps for air, her breathing getting harder and harder because of both the pain and something coming out of her throat. She smells blood. She tastes blood. She coughs. It sounds wet. Gladys hums but never lets go. Even as Aphrodite's eyes close, even as her breathing stops, they dance. So much for a good day. --- Aries jolts up. For a moment, he doesn't know where he is. His breathing is labored and his body is sweaty, his feathers clinging onto him uncomfortably. He looks around the room. Television, coffee table... He fell asleep on the couch. Tiredly, he gets up and drags his feet to the kitchen. Aries fills a glass with water and drinks like a starved dragon in the deserts of the Tempest. What on earth was that dream? It felt so vivid. So real. He felt the pain when the skydancer got stabbed. He still feels it, a fading but throbbing pain on his back, right where his wings meet. He stretches them. He feels a dull ache. Aries sighs and walks to the bathroom to wash his face. He doesn't want to sleep anymore. He doesn't feel sleepy anyway, he's too.... Frightened. Look at him, a veteran, scared and shaky because of a dream. He's getting soft. He turns on the faucet, splashes cold water onto his face and shivers. The temperature is perfect, it wakes him up more. God, he needs energy for work today. Sometimes he wishes he's back on the battlefield, not in some cottage where he assists a pair of gay skydancers make coffee drinks and trim bushes. Speaking of skydancers. He stands straight and sees one in the mirror. It's her. The Princess. Ethereal, the exact definition of a goddess. He blinks, and suddenly, he's seeing a different dragon. He sees... Himself. He staggers and trips, hurting himself in the process. His heart is racing and his breathing is loud. Seeing "himself" is not the right phrasing (it's a mirror, dummy). He was in the mirror. It's as if he saw a stranger. A wildclaw with stars on his wings, with flowers on his head. It's as if his eyes... Were the eyes of a princess. He gulps. He doesn't want to look into the mirror, but he has to. And sure enough, he sees his own reflection, his own, normal self inside his normal, tiled bathroom. What was that about? |
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