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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.06 m
Wingspan
3.62 m
Weight
352.97 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Fade
Fade
Moon
Blend
Blend
Rust
Points
Points
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Lmao she dead
- Royalty in ancient times
- Doesn't remember her name or much of her old life at all so simply goes by Empress
Familiar: Foolish Prince
She has a hard time talking sometimes, and it has been difficult adjusting to the modern world. But she is generally friendly, despite her scary appearance and mysterious past.
Empress, while in rule, was not a kind ruler, and that ended up being her downfall. But now, reawakened and with so little memory of her previous life, she may have a chance to redeem herself.
Sometimes the family is a spooky necromancer and the rotting corpse of dead royalty she raised for fun
galaxychilde
- Royalty in ancient times
- Doesn't remember her name or much of her old life at all so simply goes by Empress
Familiar: Foolish Prince
She has a hard time talking sometimes, and it has been difficult adjusting to the modern world. But she is generally friendly, despite her scary appearance and mysterious past.
Empress, while in rule, was not a kind ruler, and that ended up being her downfall. But now, reawakened and with so little memory of her previous life, she may have a chance to redeem herself.
Sometimes the family is a spooky necromancer and the rotting corpse of dead royalty she raised for fun
galaxychilde wrote:
No one lets her forget it.
Estranged glances, impatient hurrying, communicated silently through one’s body language. She knows. She knows that she talks slowly, slurring her words as if dizzied by wine. That her speech is foreign as a Nature dragon to a Plague clan. That she is unlike the others, even her own kind. Yes -- Empress knows -- and no one lets her outlive it. Not that she’s lived longer than… oh, how long has it been? The pieces are there. But with such obscurity, she cannot hope to interconnect them. It’s on the tip of her tongue, as the crowd nowadays would call it.
Empress knows. There is little else beyond her present. The future is unforeseeable.
The past? It ceases to exist. In the stead of technicality, she will admit that isn’t true.
Just because one cannot perceive it does not mean it isn’t real. Like the magic that rebirthed her, the necromancer that breathed life into her empty lungs, she must believe.
With little choice, she pursues what lies ahead. No one asks to be born. But with zest for new life, a thirst for knowledge, Empress grabs destiny by the horns. She searches, desperate for some semblance of a clawhold at what once was. Memory eludes her, but knowledge is power.
At night, she dreams. A long, endless walk through a faceless crowd. Whispering, gawking.
A creeping, frigid trepidation, something. She doesn’t know what. But she knows it is coming.
All-consuming darkness. Eating away at her peripherals, devouring light.
Tightness at her throat. She wakes up flailing. Benevive tells her it's nothing.
Go back to sleep.
Estranged glances, impatient hurrying, communicated silently through one’s body language. She knows. She knows that she talks slowly, slurring her words as if dizzied by wine. That her speech is foreign as a Nature dragon to a Plague clan. That she is unlike the others, even her own kind. Yes -- Empress knows -- and no one lets her outlive it. Not that she’s lived longer than… oh, how long has it been? The pieces are there. But with such obscurity, she cannot hope to interconnect them. It’s on the tip of her tongue, as the crowd nowadays would call it.
Empress knows. There is little else beyond her present. The future is unforeseeable.
The past? It ceases to exist. In the stead of technicality, she will admit that isn’t true.
Just because one cannot perceive it does not mean it isn’t real. Like the magic that rebirthed her, the necromancer that breathed life into her empty lungs, she must believe.
With little choice, she pursues what lies ahead. No one asks to be born. But with zest for new life, a thirst for knowledge, Empress grabs destiny by the horns. She searches, desperate for some semblance of a clawhold at what once was. Memory eludes her, but knowledge is power.
At night, she dreams. A long, endless walk through a faceless crowd. Whispering, gawking.
A creeping, frigid trepidation, something. She doesn’t know what. But she knows it is coming.
All-consuming darkness. Eating away at her peripherals, devouring light.
Tightness at her throat. She wakes up flailing. Benevive tells her it's nothing.
Go back to sleep.
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This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
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Exalting Empress to the service of the Gladekeeper 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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