Monachopsis
(#56374349)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Adamah
Stonewatch Prince
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.4 m
Wingspan
6.48 m
Weight
526.58 kg
Genetics
Slate
Piebald
Piebald
Brown
Peregrine
Peregrine
Sand
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Deep in a lush bamboo forest lies a ruined temple. Once home to countless dragons, it was left to decay in the vegetation. The lush flora hides the scars left on the temple by a fire that brought its long history to an end. Dragons in nearby settlements are well aware of these ruins, yet despite the rumors of it hiding invaluable scrolls and luxurious riches, few are brave enough to enter it. Even fewer return to tell the tales of the temple taking the sanity and lives of its guests. The temple has made it crystal clear that it doesn’t welcome visitors, and most dragons accept that, be it from respect or from fear. Yet, if one were to look beneath the overgrown surface, they would find that the temple's rage is nothing more than the regret of a long gone dragon trying to make amends for something long gone and forgotten. Monachopsis lives in seclusion, his blinding emotions bringing him to see every visitor as a threat, only letting in someone who sees him not as a living building to be conquered, but as a sapient being. |
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⨝Dark, gloomy clouds covered the unusually gray sky, blotting out all light with their oppressive weight that seemed to rest on the very shoulders of the dragons of the temple. Monachopsis, finding this weather odd for this part of the year, tried to point this out to other priests of the temple, but they shrugged it off as the weather simply being weird.
"Nature just does that sometimes, it's nothing to worry about", a tundra, whose name Monachopsis couldn't remember, said with a reassuring pat on Monachopsis' back.
But this friendly gesture would not reassure Monachopsis, instead further frustrating him as more and more dragons ignored his increasingly loud gut feeling.
Monachopsis spent that night tossing and turning in his humble wooden bed, each hair in his mane standing up straight with each tiny sound from the darkness. Sick of the monotony of insomnia, he creeped out of bed to water some plants decorating the temple's halls, hoping tending to them would calm him down enough to get at least a wink of sleep. He stretched his wings as he stepped into the hallway, their shiny golden color reflected on its walls. He methodically went from flower pot to flower pot, meticulously examining each plant as much as the night's darkness would allow him. As he was picking up some leaves that had fallen from one of the plants, he felt a subtle scent of smoke outside, near the front gate of the temple. Monachopsis looked out through a window, only to see a group of strange dragons setting the foliage around the temple on fire. The flames, which were already conquering the temple's outer walls when Monachopsis noticed them, kept growing as he stood paralyzed with fear until the cloud of smoke they made blotted out the sky.
"Fire! Fire!", cried out his brethren, woken up by the stench of smoke and the heat of the inferno unleashed upon their temple. Only after hearing those words did Monachopsis come to his senses, and he bolted down the hallway, only to be stopped by a figure blocking the way.
The draconic being, twisted and demonic, swept Monachopsis off his feet with a single blow with an armored elbow. He writhed on the ground, stunned from the attack. The beast raised its spear, ready to stab it into his chest. He shut his eyes tight, anticipating the impact, but only heard clattering of metal. He looked up to see his attacker fighting off a large tundra, its spear lying on the floor beside him. Monachopsis shakily stood up, surprised by his survival, then bolted through a smashed window. The quickly overpowered tundra’s cries for help were drowned out in the crackling of the ever-growing fire and the adrenaline Monachopsis could feel rushing through his veins.
Monachopsis crash landed into the temple’s courtyard, his heart beating quickly. Breathing heavily through the thick sleeve of his robe he covered his snout with, shielding him from the smoke, he observed his surroundings. Despite the dark and gloomy night, the courtyard was lit by the fire as brightly as if it was noon. Around him, frenzied priests were fruitlessly trying to extinguish the fire, while some were attempting to fly away from the inferno. Those who tried to flee were quickly taken down by the invaders, while those who fought fires passed out from smoke, or caught fire themselves, screaming for help as they rolled on the floor. Portions of the temple were starting to collapse, their structure too damaged by the flames, causing further panic. Monachopsis, overwhelmed by the chaos around him, ran to a humble and unassuming building, a good distance away, largely unaffected by the fire.
The small shed, used most often to store food, was calmer and quieter than the rest of the burning temple. Exhausted and breathing heavily, Monachopsis lied down on a few large sacks of grain, listening to the muffled sounds of the commotion outside. Lying still, he finally got a chance to feel just how much his entire body ached, both from the confrontation in the hallway and the rough landing into the courtyard. He shuffled around on the grain, trying to find a position that caused him the least discomfort, when he heard the sound of bricks breaking and mortar shattering.
And then, before he could react, Monachopsis’ fate was sealed. With a loud crash, one of the temple’s burning spires fell onto the shed Monachopsis was hiding in, burying him in the burning wreckage. He frantically screamed out for help, his throat hurting as much as the rest of his body, crushed and scorched under the ruins, did. But no help ever came.
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by knoxxi <33
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