Fireweaver
(#50773840)
Level 1 Ridgeback
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Ridgeback
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.4 m
Wingspan
13.49 m
Weight
8788.3 kg
Genetics
Copper
Metallic
Metallic
Copper
Butterfly
Butterfly
Copper
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
FR avatar of novel WIP original character Sergei Varlamin.
“Am I in...an egg? This is not what I expected when you said “multiverses”, Mr. Varlamin.”
“Hokay, well, asked for something different, and think I got it.” The mental voice held laughter. “Am in something called Lightning flight, and the engineering shop-talk is familiar. They have technology I know, so feeling very much at home.”
“You would.” Came the sour reply. “While I...am still in an egg, it’s very dark, and I am unbelievably cramped in here.”
“Well, am making my way to you, Mr. **** - Pull -Prul - “
“Never mind, just call me Tateh.”
“Oh, think I will call you Mr. ****, because you can be one, you know? You fill my head with irritation.”
“I’m glad you noticed.”
“Oh so dry, are we?”
“I feel very wet, if you must know. And...ugh..not myself.”
“Yes, well, that was surprise to me too. Apparently principal sentient life on this world is not humanoid, so our outer forms are not either.”
“The hell?!?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Paranoid! Oh that is good one, too. It certainly hasn’t changed who you *are*. Or me as far as I know. I actually am liking being a dragon.”
“A...what now?”
“You know, wings, claws, tail. Except my wings are little crumpled still. Haven’t been out of my egg that long yet.” The airy response was as amused as the return reply was not.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Heh. I will be secret keeper. Who would I tell?”
“Who would you not? I can’t imagine you finding a secret you didn’t like so much that you wanted to share it. In any case, I want out. Now.”
“So, hatch yourself, then.”
———-
“Gah! The smell! Why are you taking so long?”
“Bohze mi, no wonder. Place looks like open sore, smells like me on bad day. Plus, flying is very distracting. Very nice ocean to east, before deciding to ‘port in.”
“You just now remembered you can teleport.”
“Hey! We are exploring!”
“I spent more than 5 minutes in that egg. Where are you?”
“Five minutes is when I get you back home. Can spend as much time here as want. And am up here. Not touching claw on *that* ground. Is like Plague. Hey, like you, no wonder. I shall call you Mr. Plague, instead. Notice you are still balancing on half-shell. Come up!”
A stifled curse, ending in ‘somethingidiot’, and a black mote rocketed skyward, stopping short at a very large angular copper metallic snout.
“Oho! You looking like you know your way around wings already!”
“You think? And by all light, you are huge!!”
“Um, no. 3 ½ meters does not count for huge here, trust me. Is you that are tiny. Maybe…no, not even third of meter. So cute! Tiny man, tiny dragon! And so black. You wear any other color?”
“I swear…”
“Yes, you do that a lot. And did you know you have fans on head that move like little tiny semaphore?
Don’t even need tinkling in head to understand you. ”
“I’ll show you tinkling!”
“DarkSpirit” FR avatar of novel WIP original character Tateh Prulyamatsan.
“Am I in...an egg? This is not what I expected when you said “multiverses”, Mr. Varlamin.”
“Hokay, well, asked for something different, and think I got it.” The mental voice held laughter. “Am in something called Lightning flight, and the engineering shop-talk is familiar. They have technology I know, so feeling very much at home.”
“You would.” Came the sour reply. “While I...am still in an egg, it’s very dark, and I am unbelievably cramped in here.”
“Well, am making my way to you, Mr. **** - Pull -Prul - “
“Never mind, just call me Tateh.”
“Oh, think I will call you Mr. ****, because you can be one, you know? You fill my head with irritation.”
“I’m glad you noticed.”
“Oh so dry, are we?”
“I feel very wet, if you must know. And...ugh..not myself.”
“Yes, well, that was surprise to me too. Apparently principal sentient life on this world is not humanoid, so our outer forms are not either.”
“The hell?!?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Paranoid! Oh that is good one, too. It certainly hasn’t changed who you *are*. Or me as far as I know. I actually am liking being a dragon.”
“A...what now?”
“You know, wings, claws, tail. Except my wings are little crumpled still. Haven’t been out of my egg that long yet.” The airy response was as amused as the return reply was not.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Heh. I will be secret keeper. Who would I tell?”
“Who would you not? I can’t imagine you finding a secret you didn’t like so much that you wanted to share it. In any case, I want out. Now.”
“So, hatch yourself, then.”
———-
“Gah! The smell! Why are you taking so long?”
“Bohze mi, no wonder. Place looks like open sore, smells like me on bad day. Plus, flying is very distracting. Very nice ocean to east, before deciding to ‘port in.”
“You just now remembered you can teleport.”
“Hey! We are exploring!”
“I spent more than 5 minutes in that egg. Where are you?”
“Five minutes is when I get you back home. Can spend as much time here as want. And am up here. Not touching claw on *that* ground. Is like Plague. Hey, like you, no wonder. I shall call you Mr. Plague, instead. Notice you are still balancing on half-shell. Come up!”
A stifled curse, ending in ‘somethingidiot’, and a black mote rocketed skyward, stopping short at a very large angular copper metallic snout.
“Oho! You looking like you know your way around wings already!”
“You think? And by all light, you are huge!!”
“Um, no. 3 ½ meters does not count for huge here, trust me. Is you that are tiny. Maybe…no, not even third of meter. So cute! Tiny man, tiny dragon! And so black. You wear any other color?”
“I swear…”
“Yes, you do that a lot. And did you know you have fans on head that move like little tiny semaphore?
Don’t even need tinkling in head to understand you. ”
“I’ll show you tinkling!”
“DarkSpirit” FR avatar of novel WIP original character Tateh Prulyamatsan.
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