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Sheildscale

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Level 1 Wildclaw
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style

Apparel

Riot Hazebeacon

Skin

Skin: Manifest

Scene

Scene: Flamecaller's Domain

Measurements

Length
5.79 m
Wingspan
8.82 m
Weight
607.12 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Coal
Tapir
Coal
Tapir
Secondary Gene
Shadow
Striation
Shadow
Striation
Tertiary Gene
Saffron
Basic
Saffron
Basic

Hatchday

Hatchday
Sep 02, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Eye Type
Lightning
Uncommon
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
Scratch
Shred
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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Sheildscale
"I am an animal...."
  • “They lead revelers through the fog, lead them straight to a party....”
    You want to call it divine inspiration, for the messenger came from the sky: a Hazebeacon, lantern still pulsing with phantasmal phosphorescence, circling over the ruins of a once-proud lair. Roof peeled off, walls wide open, bricks and bodies alike scattered over the glassed-over sands.
    You recall the Hazebeacon stabbing at claws that still twitched feebly, a money pouch torn from that moribund grasp. Leather ripping open, gold coins glinting in the light of the lantern—and you realized, “This is where the party starts.”
  • You had a name once, but nobody uses it now. Nobody cares, not when they have so many other names to fling your way. “Snake,” they call you, as you flit among the wreckage. “Pig,” they brand you, as you scoop up their food. “You mangy dog...You vile worm...You loathsome beast!”
    Nothing more than an animal, they say you are, some ravenous beast preying shamelessly upon the weakened and the dead. “I have a name, and it’s Sheildscale,” you want to say. Their words bounce off you unheeded, as if your scales were shields. No animal would be as clever as you. No animal would be as cunning.
    No animal would be as cruel and callous and cold.
  • The blast shook everything, the ground and the mountains, shook the wind and the water and the sky. In its wake fled the dragons, leaving much behind: food and treasure...but also silence. Emptiness.
    And wrongness. It presses down on you, like water at the bottom of the sea, sending waves of cold and unease rippling all over your body. Wrongness screams in the air around you, jangles like an alarm in your head.
    You move on, leaving many stones yet unturned, but the wrongness is everywhere now. It burrows beneath your scales, wriggling worms of doubt and tension making straight towards your heart.
  • Riches and wreckage: Sometimes it’s hard to separate the two, if not outright impossible. A mirror, once proud and gleaming, lying in shards on the ash-strewn floor.
    “There’s a fun trick,” you mutter, laughing at the face it shows you. Glints of green and gold, feathers as stiff as swords.
    You reach up...and your questing claws meet a point as sharp as any dagger. Rooted deep within your muscles, growing straight out from your skin.
    More and more of them: heavy scales, horns, spines upon what was once smooth hide. “That’s no magic mirror,” you realize at last.
  • The gleam in the stranger’s eyes, the twitch of his claws warned you that it was best to run. And run you did, bounding at speed through the desolation, the ravening warriors behind. They call to each other, screaming of gold and good fortune, spurring each other on.
    “I’m one of you!” —Your mind forms the words, but you cannot convince your throat to cry them out; you cannot tell your legs to stop moving. There are hunters close behind, and all you can do is run, run, run.
    When your strength briefly fails, they draw in close, teeth and talons at the ready. Closer still, and closer...till you see the whites of their eyes. Only then do they hesitate, and now at last you can flee, with wings as-yet ungilded. From behind you, the disbelief: “He’s more animal than dragon...”
    Saved by recognition, but for how long? —only until the last vestige of dragon leaves you and nothing but animal remains.
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~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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