Kabu
(#53313577)
he/him or they/them - (an ambient man) a trick of the light
Familiar
Hippogriff
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.81 m
Wingspan
5.85 m
Weight
504.49 kg
Genetics
Phthalo
Metallic
Metallic
Abyss
Bee
Bee
Cherry
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
10
DEF
5
QCK
64
INT
5
VIT
26
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
shifts between two forms:
kabu got made into a pudding at Plague's Confectionery! this sweet treat was whipped up by LithoLab!
amazing poem by bugcrimes!
kabu got made into a pudding at Plague's Confectionery! this sweet treat was whipped up by LithoLab!
Quote:
whispers of light filter from the heavens,
smoothing the land into a quiet blaze,
details erased in the soft fog of sunrise,
kissing the ground with the promise of another life,
an unwanted life.
did you know that the sun screams,
so many leaps and bounds away?
quiet light in the trees and,
a screaming heart that we can only see
never hear. only see.
we’ll never hear when the sun is falling apart.
will they hear when i am?
a battle is not just the blows exchanged.
the screams, the clash that carries on the breeze,
it tells the story better than any chipped metal or spattered blood.
the story is that we are all hurting.
i think i may be hurting too.
sometimes, i can hear in the screams
that we are both fighting for something.
desperation claws at throats,
hope strings us along into sinew and bones; stretching, stretching,
breaking.
if i don’t scream, will they hear when i break?
what if i am like the sun, so far away that i
will simply disappear?
can i disappear?
i don’t think i want to leave.
there is no point in resisting
when there is nothing left.
and yet…
and yet.
i hope i never leave.
perhaps it is the hope that keeps me together,
strung along like the rest of them,
stretching towards the sun,
and blazing like a little death.
the pain of a blow,
stabbing, throbbing, tearing, stretching, breaking.
I will not scream as i hope to begin anew.
i am silent like the sun–
no one is ever close enough to hear the scream that rattles through my bones.
did you know that before the sun dies,
it will explode?
or perhaps, more aptly,
it will grow, and it will shatter.
a final screaming serenade of dawn,
scorching the plains with blood and bones and
hope.
sometimes, i will be the sun.
i will scatter fire on the field,
the fire of my own blood,
if i can call it that
(i will call it that).
i do not need to scream when my body screams for me.
i do not need to scream.
after all, who will listen to the sun?
smoothing the land into a quiet blaze,
details erased in the soft fog of sunrise,
kissing the ground with the promise of another life,
an unwanted life.
did you know that the sun screams,
so many leaps and bounds away?
quiet light in the trees and,
a screaming heart that we can only see
never hear. only see.
we’ll never hear when the sun is falling apart.
will they hear when i am?
a battle is not just the blows exchanged.
the screams, the clash that carries on the breeze,
it tells the story better than any chipped metal or spattered blood.
the story is that we are all hurting.
i think i may be hurting too.
sometimes, i can hear in the screams
that we are both fighting for something.
desperation claws at throats,
hope strings us along into sinew and bones; stretching, stretching,
breaking.
if i don’t scream, will they hear when i break?
what if i am like the sun, so far away that i
will simply disappear?
can i disappear?
i don’t think i want to leave.
there is no point in resisting
when there is nothing left.
and yet…
and yet.
i hope i never leave.
perhaps it is the hope that keeps me together,
strung along like the rest of them,
stretching towards the sun,
and blazing like a little death.
the pain of a blow,
stabbing, throbbing, tearing, stretching, breaking.
I will not scream as i hope to begin anew.
i am silent like the sun–
no one is ever close enough to hear the scream that rattles through my bones.
did you know that before the sun dies,
it will explode?
or perhaps, more aptly,
it will grow, and it will shatter.
a final screaming serenade of dawn,
scorching the plains with blood and bones and
hope.
sometimes, i will be the sun.
i will scatter fire on the field,
the fire of my own blood,
if i can call it that
(i will call it that).
i do not need to scream when my body screams for me.
i do not need to scream.
after all, who will listen to the sun?
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