Amnesty
(#52696623)
Level 5 Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.42 m
Wingspan
2.58 m
Weight
107.2 kg
Genetics
Banana
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Banana
Trail
Trail
Azure
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Spiral
EXP: 643 / 5545
STR
9
AGI
9
DEF
15
QCK
9
INT
17
VIT
9
MND
15
Biography
A mysterious dragon who appeared within the village one day. Lula seems distracted when he is around...
After his clutch hatched, he took the strongest looking male hatchling and left the village. His whereabouts are currently unknown.
The two dragons took shelter in small abandoned mine shaft south of the village. The twisting cave damp and reeking of mold. Amnesty dragged the child along, forcing him to keep up or risk getting lost in the cavernous maze. After nearly two hours of crawling through the decrepit tunnels, they reached a small room furnished with a lantern, a fire-pit, and a small pile of gold and trinkets. Here, the two would rest, and Amnesty would begin to enact his plan.
After nearly two months of being separated from Fiora, Amnesty had been growing more and more irritable, taking it out on Absolution. The moment she entered the hideout though, that all disappeared. After exchanging a loving embrace, Fiora handed over her notes to her mate. After looking them over he smiled, then instructed Fiora to teach Absolution the basics of black magic. For his plan to work smoothly, the fledgling would need it.
Amnesty hasn’t noticed Absolution’s nightly walks due to a much more pressing concern. The young head of his target’s clan, Tulatil, grew ever closer to discovering their hideout. The stubborn dragon was not so easily dissuaded from his goal, and still hunted for them. This forced them to stay underground for longer periods of time, causing their stockpile of food to dwindle. Perhaps it was high time he taught that fool a lesson...
After his clutch hatched, he took the strongest looking male hatchling and left the village. His whereabouts are currently unknown.
The two dragons took shelter in small abandoned mine shaft south of the village. The twisting cave damp and reeking of mold. Amnesty dragged the child along, forcing him to keep up or risk getting lost in the cavernous maze. After nearly two hours of crawling through the decrepit tunnels, they reached a small room furnished with a lantern, a fire-pit, and a small pile of gold and trinkets. Here, the two would rest, and Amnesty would begin to enact his plan.
After nearly two months of being separated from Fiora, Amnesty had been growing more and more irritable, taking it out on Absolution. The moment she entered the hideout though, that all disappeared. After exchanging a loving embrace, Fiora handed over her notes to her mate. After looking them over he smiled, then instructed Fiora to teach Absolution the basics of black magic. For his plan to work smoothly, the fledgling would need it.
Amnesty hasn’t noticed Absolution’s nightly walks due to a much more pressing concern. The young head of his target’s clan, Tulatil, grew ever closer to discovering their hideout. The stubborn dragon was not so easily dissuaded from his goal, and still hunted for them. This forced them to stay underground for longer periods of time, causing their stockpile of food to dwindle. Perhaps it was high time he taught that fool a lesson...
Once we were on fire
Young, rebellious, free
We stormed the castles and took to the skies we flew we dreamed
We were ablaze our light setting raging screaming fire to the world around us
When our thoughts could not sit in silence any longer
When the kids were engulfed by a wave of fury of the injustice done by this world before we were even here
We screamed and demanded
Our voices would be heard
But now it rains
Now the cold heavy water blankets the restless
The fire has been drenched in worry and stress
The brutal downpour has distracted all with false life or death
The blaze once 100 feet high now nothing but a charred soul
And all the ones put out by the rain
Too tired to fight again,
Pray on the generation next
That their fire is enough to best the storm
-September Roses
Young, rebellious, free
We stormed the castles and took to the skies we flew we dreamed
We were ablaze our light setting raging screaming fire to the world around us
When our thoughts could not sit in silence any longer
When the kids were engulfed by a wave of fury of the injustice done by this world before we were even here
We screamed and demanded
Our voices would be heard
But now it rains
Now the cold heavy water blankets the restless
The fire has been drenched in worry and stress
The brutal downpour has distracted all with false life or death
The blaze once 100 feet high now nothing but a charred soul
And all the ones put out by the rain
Too tired to fight again,
Pray on the generation next
That their fire is enough to best the storm
-September Roses
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