please
(#57426122)
Level 25 Tundra
Familiar
Masked Gryphon
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.75 m
Wingspan
4.21 m
Weight
254.65 kg
Genetics
Plum
Basic
Basic
Plum
Basic
Basic
Sunshine
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Tundra
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
i disown the tert
dreamer
14/1/20: bough for 600g + 800kt
dreamer
a mess
14/1/20: bough for 600g + 800kt
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why is it so quiet sometimes? it's like a pit in your heart that makes it flutter and race, but you're seeing anything you like, and it just feels like you can't breathe properly. it's like there are traces of black intertwining around your ribcage, trying to seep into your lungs and fill them with dried petals and dead flowers. not the pretty kind, the kind that are so thin you feel like they'll tear apart if the sun shines too brightly. the kind that sticks to your wounds and cuts and every bare part of your skin and tries to suffocate you with their paper-thin, feather-light films. the kind that crawls into the crevices of your head and disintegrates into little sharp pieces of glass, pieces that you can't dig out as they shift in your brain and cut into all the good memories and bad memories and mix them up into a sea of nothing. the kind that other people never seem to see, as you desperately bite into your raw knuckles and bleeding lips to stop yourself from vomiting out all the little petals in your stomach, in your lungs, in your head, in your fingers, in your heart. because then more will grow and they'll grow back stronger, and if they feel the sunlight, they'd break apart and you'll breathe them back in and they'd hurt even more. or because they'd taint the pale skin and thin fingers and disfigure that bright smile and those eyes will finally shine, not from joy but from tears. so you take shuddering breath after shuddering breath, feeling those petals rattle lifelessly against your empty ribcage and tired heart, ripping apart your fragile veins with thousands of tiny cuts and diffuse into your cold blood. you'd look into the stars no, not stars, because there are no stars here, just the clouds and maybe a distant, cold moon, and
wish someone would cut you open and torch your blood and you'd breathe in faster and faster, breathe in more and more oxygen until your entire body becomes alight with fiery red and crimson, so dark it masks up your boiling black blood. maybe it'll hurt, but at least it'll burn up the dead petals until they're dust and crackling balls of nothing, and at least someone would finally look at you and only you, and at least then it'll burn away your clothes and skin and someone will see how it's just an empty space where your heart should be.
it's like wishing that you could reach out and touch someone of flesh and blood and warmth and scream out and hear a reply with a voice that isn't just a cracked, wild echo of a whisper. it's wishing you could bottle up sounds and sights and feed them to the wondrous, tired petals and make them go outside.
why is it so quiet sometimes? it's like a pit in your heart that makes it flutter and race, but you're seeing anything you like, and it just feels like you can't breathe properly. it's like there are traces of black intertwining around your ribcage, trying to seep into your lungs and fill them with dried petals and dead flowers. not the pretty kind, the kind that are so thin you feel like they'll tear apart if the sun shines too brightly. the kind that sticks to your wounds and cuts and every bare part of your skin and tries to suffocate you with their paper-thin, feather-light films. the kind that crawls into the crevices of your head and disintegrates into little sharp pieces of glass, pieces that you can't dig out as they shift in your brain and cut into all the good memories and bad memories and mix them up into a sea of nothing. the kind that other people never seem to see, as you desperately bite into your raw knuckles and bleeding lips to stop yourself from vomiting out all the little petals in your stomach, in your lungs, in your head, in your fingers, in your heart. because then more will grow and they'll grow back stronger, and if they feel the sunlight, they'd break apart and you'll breathe them back in and they'd hurt even more. or because they'd taint the pale skin and thin fingers and disfigure that bright smile and those eyes will finally shine, not from joy but from tears. so you take shuddering breath after shuddering breath, feeling those petals rattle lifelessly against your empty ribcage and tired heart, ripping apart your fragile veins with thousands of tiny cuts and diffuse into your cold blood. you'd look into the stars no, not stars, because there are no stars here, just the clouds and maybe a distant, cold moon, and
wish someone would cut you open and torch your blood and you'd breathe in faster and faster, breathe in more and more oxygen until your entire body becomes alight with fiery red and crimson, so dark it masks up your boiling black blood. maybe it'll hurt, but at least it'll burn up the dead petals until they're dust and crackling balls of nothing, and at least someone would finally look at you and only you, and at least then it'll burn away your clothes and skin and someone will see how it's just an empty space where your heart should be.
it's like wishing that you could reach out and touch someone of flesh and blood and warmth and scream out and hear a reply with a voice that isn't just a cracked, wild echo of a whisper. it's wishing you could bottle up sounds and sights and feed them to the wondrous, tired petals and make them go outside.
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Exalting please to the service of the Shadowbinder 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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