Lady
(#53006745)
Level 1 Tundra
Familiar
Insubstantial Illusionist
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.31 m
Wingspan
3.84 m
Weight
142.02 kg
Genetics
Wisteria
Basic
Basic
Emerald
Basic
Basic
Lavender
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
didn't i have a bio here??? i swear i did.
Words for later me: “no one, except everybody (but you)”/“no one, except everybody but you”
She. Was. Going. crazy.
Someone was using her hideout as a, a - a rubbish tip! A compost pile! Her most sacred and special place was filled with garbage!
Ever since she was hatched she's been special, no parents to her lineage. It made her special. She had earned her status the moment she was born.
She's gotten what she's deserved, too. She's worked hard, stayed pretty and pristine and poised. She's been fought over in the Auctions. She's been given bribes and gifts and rewards for her talents.
Her favorite place of relaxation was her refuge from all this fawning. It was this beautiful little copse of trees, tucked away a short walk out from the main hubbub of the lair. It was perfect - nobody would dare hurt such a valuable dragon, so she never needed an escort when she needed space to unwind.
Sure, it's just a space, but it was clearly hers! She had - she had gone there every day that she felt like going! Anyone who went there should have seen her at some point and known its for her, clearly.
Which is why this mysterious infiltration was so frustrating. Who would waltz into another dragon's space (much less one belonging to such a beautiful G1) and leave such..........refuse behind?
Lady stared down in disgust at the discarded feathers of some sad crafting project, loosely fluttering in the breeze in a fight against the weight of the stack of kindling on top of it. Was that blood?
Ew.
She picked her way across the clearing, wings held tense, delicately stepping as to avoid her paws or even the slightest whisper of fur brushing any of the unwanted items.
Broken trinkets, rusty jewelry, weapons too small to be useful for a dragon - it was all there!
And, on top of everything else, there was a moth-eaten, mouldy, disgusting book sitting right in her usual spot. Even this photogenic beauty was ruined.
With a wary gaze, Lady nudged open the book with one claw. Maybe there'd be a name or something that she could go yell at?
Oh?
What's this?
She stared down at the table of contents, the sneer on her face slowly dropping into a contemplative expression. It seems her mysterious garbage dragon had left her something quite, quite precious.
It was almost enough to make her forgive their transgressions.
Words for later me: “no one, except everybody (but you)”/“no one, except everybody but you”
She. Was. Going. crazy.
Someone was using her hideout as a, a - a rubbish tip! A compost pile! Her most sacred and special place was filled with garbage!
Ever since she was hatched she's been special, no parents to her lineage. It made her special. She had earned her status the moment she was born.
She's gotten what she's deserved, too. She's worked hard, stayed pretty and pristine and poised. She's been fought over in the Auctions. She's been given bribes and gifts and rewards for her talents.
Her favorite place of relaxation was her refuge from all this fawning. It was this beautiful little copse of trees, tucked away a short walk out from the main hubbub of the lair. It was perfect - nobody would dare hurt such a valuable dragon, so she never needed an escort when she needed space to unwind.
Sure, it's just a space, but it was clearly hers! She had - she had gone there every day that she felt like going! Anyone who went there should have seen her at some point and known its for her, clearly.
Which is why this mysterious infiltration was so frustrating. Who would waltz into another dragon's space (much less one belonging to such a beautiful G1) and leave such..........refuse behind?
Lady stared down in disgust at the discarded feathers of some sad crafting project, loosely fluttering in the breeze in a fight against the weight of the stack of kindling on top of it. Was that blood?
Ew.
She picked her way across the clearing, wings held tense, delicately stepping as to avoid her paws or even the slightest whisper of fur brushing any of the unwanted items.
Broken trinkets, rusty jewelry, weapons too small to be useful for a dragon - it was all there!
And, on top of everything else, there was a moth-eaten, mouldy, disgusting book sitting right in her usual spot. Even this photogenic beauty was ruined.
With a wary gaze, Lady nudged open the book with one claw. Maybe there'd be a name or something that she could go yell at?
Oh?
What's this?
She stared down at the table of contents, the sneer on her face slowly dropping into a contemplative expression. It seems her mysterious garbage dragon had left her something quite, quite precious.
It was almost enough to make her forgive their transgressions.
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Exalting Lady to the service of the Shadowbinder will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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