Slink
(#53157621)
Level 1 Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.01 m
Wingspan
16.57 m
Weight
8118.83 kg
Genetics
Grape
Skink
Skink
Radioactive
Trail
Trail
Tangerine
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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TEMPLATE "BLOOMING GROVE" BY XEMRISS #44020;
NATURE BANNER AND BOTTLE BY OSIEM #30450;
NATURE BANNER AND BOTTLE BY OSIEM #30450;
"my charge? myself"
plays synth in the travelling band
Two beady eyes, one wagging tail. The Guardian didn't notice the hatchling fawning over them, their mind floating away as their fingers played the music that flowed out of the piano. It was a charming melody, a lullaby their father sung to them whenever it was raining out, just like the pitter-patter outside right now. A delicate melancholy settled over them, heart hefty in their chest and wings limp. The loud, bold colours of their scales clashed harshly against their sombre face.
"Why do you look sad?"
The soft voice of the child caught their fingers, foot lifting off of the pedal. Moments flickered by, and they returned back to reality, muscles stiffening to pull them together. The door to the studio was locked, with no one else but themself inside.
"Ehm, why do you look like you shouldn't be here?" They spun on the stool, eyes staring straight at empty space. Look down, and there was the culprit: a humble brown Coatl. Her face scrunched up like a paper ball, pulling her feathery wings around her like a blanket.
A tiny gasp jumped out. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't say that at you," they slid off the stool, "I... said it at myself. Yes." they affirmed.
The Coatl put back her wings and looked up at them, not saying a word. She awkwardly sat upon the cold floor, little feet tiny against their hands.
"Oh, right. Why I looked sad?" The Guardian paused as they crouched down to reach the hatchling's eyes. "Because I was sad. That song is special to me."
"Why?"
"Because someone special made it for me."
"Why?"
"Because they still loved me."
"What do you mean?"
Those words echoed loudly in the room. They propped their head on their fist, looking at the ground as their brow furrowed. The Coatl watched expectantly.
"Guardians have something called a Charge, something that they'll spend the rest of their life looking after. All Guardians need one, or they're not real dragons. I was taking a while to find mine, and I felt frustrated. My friends found theirs, so how come I hadn't found mine?"
"This dragon cheered me up when I became upset from the whole Charge thing. He liked to play me songs on his own instrument. That made me feel special."
The Guardian paused once more, tail tip wafting up and down.
They abruptly hopped up. "I can tell you the rest of the story when we get you out of here. Come on." And they lifted the child up onto their back in one smooth motion before she could protest, walking briskly to the front door to remove her.
"Wait! What about your Charge? Did you find one? Please tell me." She blurted out as they unlocked the door, opening it to a plain corridor.
"Ah. Yeah, I found one. It's me: I'm my Charge."
by me
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