Monahven
(#51588340)
I'm down here, low, fussin' over scars on my soul
Glare
Plague Sprite
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.14 m
Wingspan
9.41 m
Weight
545.87 kg
Genetics
Watermelon
Python
Python
Strawberry
Rosette
Rosette
Honey
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
13
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
10
MND
5
Biography
 "Merchants and politicians differ only in name." |
M O N A H V E N "Daughter of the Crown," she laughed harshly, slamming her glass down on the bar. "That haughty woman wouldn't have a child if her life depended on it. Has she even found a mate?" The older Imperial next to her shook his head, mane overgrown and flopping around like centaur's hair. "Seems not. She seems rather keen on keeping to herself, I've heard." "Right, so what in Sornieth does anyone think she's going to have a bleedin' heir for?" She shook her head in disgust and slid her hood back up over her face. "Anyway, thanks for the drink, Towser. I'll see you here next week." With that, she headed out into the Scarred Wastelands. The sun, which seemed rather far away than in the other regions somehow, like even it was afraid of the Plaguebringer's touch, was still relentlessly heated. Monahven snorted, blowing the diseased dust from her nostrils and looked around, scanning the area for anything amiss. Something felt wrong, but she couldn't quite put a talon on it -- at least not until she was attacked from behind, one large hand over her mouth as she was pulled into a crevice in the rim. |
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As soon as she felt the claws leave her mouth, she hiss, spat, snarled. "Who do you think you are?" A light chuckle and a voice that almost sounded like the shadows themselves came from behind her. "Relax, fiesty one. You were born in Plague, not Fire." Monahven turned to see a beautiful blue Mirror, tongue flicking out intermittently as the four eyes -- Shadow's eyes, she thought with a start -- bored into her. The Wildclaw snarled again, baring her teeth. "Why should I relax when you hide me away in this... This hole?" The Mirror laughed fully then and grinned. "Because you can leave at any time. I just thought that perhaps you would like to know your heritage." "My... Heritage?" "Yes, Plagueling, your heritage. Your parents. Where they were from. But if you'd rather head back out into this... Wretched place..." She turned, tail flicking in the air as she headed back outside. Monahven watched her for a moment before calling her back. "No, wait... I want to know. Please, tell me." The Mirror grinned to herself and looked back at the younger dragon. "Why, your parents? They're the Arcane Queen of Darkness herself and her sweet, secret consort." |
 Every little hatchling should have a parent's claws to guard it. |
Monahven headshot by NonbinaryZodiac - Art Shop
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