Austere
(#57372244)
Level 1 Banescale
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.89 m
Wingspan
7.78 m
Weight
718.76 kg
Genetics
Metals
Basic
Basic
Gloom
Arrow (Banescale)
Arrow (Banescale)
Ultramarine
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
.....Questionable cargo was nothing new at Scarlet Babylon. All too frequently, Iolo found himself at the center of a smuggling, of something suspicious, dangerous, even. He was so disturbed by some of the shipment jobs they were given that he swore he'd never pry for any more information that was presented to him--if the client said it was a box of rocks, then by the gods, it was a box of rocks.
.....As Bose Vert unfurled her sails and took to the seas, Iolo busied himself by giving their shipment one last inspection, giving the stowed crates a cursory glance to assure they were properly secured. One box, however, caught his glance, and he was pulled to it, the irresistible lure of curiosity beckoning him over. As he slinked over to it he noticed that there was a soft, blue glow peeking through the cracks in the wood, an unmistakable chill pouring out from the inside. "Huh," he muttered and squinted at the cargo's label, "That doesn't look like vegetables."
.....He stared at the box for a small while, puzzled by what could be inside. He wanted to find out, to unlatch the top and take a look at what it was hiding, but he had made a promise he wasn't going to budge on. With a sigh he quickly turned around, committed to forgetting his burning nosiness, but in his eagerness he stumbled against the boxes, his tail crashing into the frigid crate, knocking it on its side. He cursed to himself, whipping around to see how much damage he had done.
.....He froze when he saw them. Two hatchlings, soundly sleeping, had tumbled out of the crate and onto the floor. They were strange, otherworldly almost, with massive spikes and large wings that curled snugly around their sleeping forms. They looked absolutely nothing like any dragon Iolo had seen. What on earth? Iolo thought, approaching them cautiously, What am I supposed to do? Do I--Do I put them back in? With a nervous hum he reached for them, shaking his head. I'll pretend this never happened, I'll pretend I never saw them.
.....He paused just before them, thinking over it one last time. What were these things? Were they dragons? He scoffed, pulling his claw back and quickly pacing around in a circle. I can't just let babies be smuggled off to god knows who! Oh god!
.....With a final sigh he sat down in front of the two, his mind finally made up.
....."I'm going to be in so much hot water."
.....As Bose Vert unfurled her sails and took to the seas, Iolo busied himself by giving their shipment one last inspection, giving the stowed crates a cursory glance to assure they were properly secured. One box, however, caught his glance, and he was pulled to it, the irresistible lure of curiosity beckoning him over. As he slinked over to it he noticed that there was a soft, blue glow peeking through the cracks in the wood, an unmistakable chill pouring out from the inside. "Huh," he muttered and squinted at the cargo's label, "That doesn't look like vegetables."
.....He stared at the box for a small while, puzzled by what could be inside. He wanted to find out, to unlatch the top and take a look at what it was hiding, but he had made a promise he wasn't going to budge on. With a sigh he quickly turned around, committed to forgetting his burning nosiness, but in his eagerness he stumbled against the boxes, his tail crashing into the frigid crate, knocking it on its side. He cursed to himself, whipping around to see how much damage he had done.
.....He froze when he saw them. Two hatchlings, soundly sleeping, had tumbled out of the crate and onto the floor. They were strange, otherworldly almost, with massive spikes and large wings that curled snugly around their sleeping forms. They looked absolutely nothing like any dragon Iolo had seen. What on earth? Iolo thought, approaching them cautiously, What am I supposed to do? Do I--Do I put them back in? With a nervous hum he reached for them, shaking his head. I'll pretend this never happened, I'll pretend I never saw them.
.....He paused just before them, thinking over it one last time. What were these things? Were they dragons? He scoffed, pulling his claw back and quickly pacing around in a circle. I can't just let babies be smuggled off to god knows who! Oh god!
.....With a final sigh he sat down in front of the two, his mind finally made up.
....."I'm going to be in so much hot water."
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