Dementia
(#5653199)
a statue come to life
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Energy: 47/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.32 m
Wingspan
5.58 m
Weight
809.29 kg
Genetics
Grey
Stitched
Stitched
Grey
Patchwork
Patchwork
Grey
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
10
DEF
5
QCK
64
INT
5
VIT
26
MND
5
Biography
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Dementia
The Stone Sorceror Patient | Daunting | Astute Clan Role: ? Mate ???? Mentor ???? Old Rival ???? [Berserk - Behelit] "I do not know if she is stone or dragon. All I know is that whichever she is, both are lethal when enough force is applied. Do not take your chances. If it is alive- its claws are not what you should fear." |
A stone is unyielding and will always be seen as stone. Polished, cracked, broken, or carved one can never mistake stone for anything but what it is. Dementia took this to heart during her years of study. She would be a mage. She would make others see she is worthy, powerful, a dragon like any other. Some called her snake, others useless. A few deigned her pathetic. But she knew herself better than any. She was a dragon, a drake of command and awe. She would become something no one could question, no one would ever look down upon. It did not matter where she turned or what path she took. Magic would guide her.
A stone is strong, resilient. Years upon years of abuse may whittle it smooth, but it would never cease to be. Cracks, missing pieces, dents. Whole or not a rock is still rock- a stone is still stone. Dementia found a perch at the edge of the clan, sitting to rest her aching muscles and her throbbing head. The light reflecting off the ice burned into her skull and she lifted her massive, heavy wings to shield her eyes. Darkness came to her and she rested. Once awake the very first thing for her to see was terror staring deep into her eyes. She blinked away the last bit of wariness and the awe in the voices, the trembling uncertainty, set off a spark. Before long whispers spread of a dragon of stone, a creature who couldn’t tell the difference between agony or power taking perch at the edge of the territory. An ominous dark cloud hung over the beast, an aura like magic so dark the shade would not dare challenge it. It did not take long to make the connections. Where she once laid her body to rest, she sat upright. Stone is unyielding. Stone is strength.
Some stones are cherished. Some are adored and admired. Some are cast to the side. Dementia sat at her post, magic humming through her body and collecting with every passing second, ready for the day any should cross her path- clanmate or not. When the time comes to eat or spread her wings she does not do so for others to see. They will question who or what she is. They will know that whatever it is they think they will be thinking of her. She is no snake, she is not useless. She is not pathetic. She is beautiful, she is prevailing, she is like no other. And they will see this. She sits and waits patiently, unyielding, resilient, and cracking apart piece by piece.
Note To Self:
She is the Mire Monk Build.
Thread Here:
Link!
stitched + patchwork + ghost
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