Eleanor
(#57922126)
Chicken legs
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.49 m
Wingspan
5.51 m
Weight
793.63 kg
Genetics
Cinnamon
Tapir
Tapir
Spruce
Seraph
Seraph
Spruce
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
ELEANOR
Chicken Legs
xxxxBut she tries, oh my God she does tries. Well... she tried. The last battle was a shame for her. Her skills for battle were equal of a horse trying to ballet. Was just a hard thing for her and she wasn't suited for the battlefield glory. it wold be better if she returned home and tried some artistic career, or even being a scholar, but she refused. Was an stubborn Skydancer, with skinny legs and arms. All she wanted was just to get a dark beer and turn it all until she couldn't see a thing.
xxxxHer skinny legs once again took her to a familiar path she made everytime a battle ended and the army returned. Drinking after battle glory wasn't for her, she thought it would be a shame to join the warriors on the festivieties. So she just let her dirt body of mud sink in the straw of the stable.
xxxx— Aii... — she inhaled and exhaled sadly.
xxxx— So, not today? —a know voice spoke with her. If Valmai remained silently she wouldn't even noticed him there. Stable boy, brushing a horse near her in one of the pens.
xxxx— Shhush! — she buried her face in the straw — a chicken came by and pecked her shoulder — ughnn.
xxxx— C'mon, get out of the straw with all this mud. You're gonna ruin them. C'mon Eleanor.
xxxxShe came out of it with a sad face and he came near her, takin a lock of hair away from her eyes.
xxxx— Come party with me, there's some beer on my house and we can cook something, after you take a descent bath — he laughed.
xxxxValmai was a good friend to her. He wasn't that much of a strong warrior, all he knew was the horse way of life. He had a promising future with horse farms and everything horse related. He was good at taming them, breeding them and all. Opposite to Eleanor, he had already embraced his life away from the battlefield.
xxxx— You better have a good amount of beer.
xxxx— I do! — he pat her cheeks gently — now smile!
xxxxWhile going to his house Eleanor took a look at the farm field. Horses eating the grass, young foals runing and playing, Pigs, cows, sheeps and chickens. She was cleaning her sword the most she could with any clean part of her own clothes and she felt it on her heart, inside her, warm. The many failed attempts at the sword and shield life leading to tired skydancer, that inhaled and exhaled daily longing for something that she could not be a part of, she really wanted and she really knew that that live wasn't for her.
xxxxThe horse Valmai was bringing with him was neighing, a pure breed, brown, like cinnamon, walked calmly in the grass and with the guidance of his owner, and his owner himself was more part of that farm, then the soil that supported it.
xxxx— You... you're lucky, Valmai — she sheathed her sword — you're not like me dreaming for something I can't be and this does not torment you.
xxxx— Ay... no, not lucky, I'm just past that. I don't suit for sword and glory, but what would be of the calvary without me? A job is a job, a life is a life!
xxxxYes. Deep there her heart warmed. It was enough for her.
xxxx— Ouch! — a brown chicken pecked Eleanor legs.
xxxx— Oh she bites! I think this one is so attached to you!
xxxxShe took the little one on her arms.
xxxx— You must really like mud!
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xxxxEleanor gave up on the battlefield glory and started her life in a farm. First as worker there, helping with animals, plantation, cows, cooking and everything, and specially chickens, while she learned a lot of farm life. She started enjoying it more and more each day. She discovered that she loved chickens and they loved her, they became her favorite animals. She has extra care for her lovely feathered ladies.
She grew up and became a farm lady, a peasant and living a simple life with Valmai in their own farm they build on a land gave by the Queen when the Empire established.
xxxxShe takes her farm routine serious, it's cheerful and a good dragon, but on her bad days It's common to see her sobbing and all drunk and angry, talking with her chickens. Her chickens are also know for defending her very well.
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Written by me c:
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Getting used When the chickens started clucking that morning, Eleanor was already awake. Although the skydancer had originally disliked farmwork, she had grown to quite like it. Especially those chickens that she now was feeding. Eleanor yawned silently, but then she continued to feed the chickens, quickly snapping back her talons when she knew they were about to peck her. Some of them hadn’t seemed like they had warmed up to her yet. The skydancer flicked her tail, and then smiled down at the chickens she had successfully fed another day. — Still adorable, — she said to no dragon in particular. If one was nothing they would see that she wasn’t talking to a dragon at all, Eleanor was actually talking to a chicken. A brown one, who seemed to actually be covered in mud. — And I see you still like to roll around in mud like a pig, — she added with a small smile to herself. The little brown chicken walked forwards and pecked her leg, and this time Elenor let it, still smiling as she scooped it up in her talons. It was true that the humble farmer loved her chickens. No matter how much they pecked her.
Really cute snipet, about Eleanor on her earlier
farm days feeding the chickens <3 Written by flickerheart #536999 |
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Headcanons by Mudy that are now 100% canons! <3 Eleanor's family descends from the original Court of Besart, her family supported Nozette's Coup and have always been considered valuable allies, always managing the Empire's arts and cultural events. As the siege and conquest for the rest of the empire started, however, Eleanor was young and decided that unlike her family who were scholars and artists, she would become a warrior. Spent many years participating in battle and more often than not caused trouble for her team mates. On her final battle, before her squadron master let her simply be a farmer, she got stuck on the mud through must of the fighting. Was told to remain at the farm since. Is raising animals on her farm and making quite a name on the Midlands for her cooking. Feels too ashamed of her failed warrior background to return to her ancestral home. Swears she'll make a name in battle for herself one day. That day is not today. She's very beautiful and elegant, coming from an esteemed noble family that invested a lot into making her a fancy lady, but instead lives as a peasant. Has a poise and posture that really make her stand out compared to other ladies of the farms. Refuses to be associated with her family and never answers their letters. Still practices with her axe now and then, and is still as clumsy as ever but she is improving. Slowly. She'd make a better dancer than berserker, that's for sure. Takes very good care of her axe, however, and named it Foxfire Grip. Often found crying angry while complaining to her chickens inside her coop when drunk, when she cries about her skinny legs and thin wrists, wishing she was bulkier and more suited for battle. Her chicken somehow are very protective of her, and have more often than not attacked Valmai or anybody else who dares trying to snap Eleanor out of her drunk chicken chats. |
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About >>Cooker, the farm lady <3 >> Cultivation field in the front of their lair. >> Has chickens! >> Valmai stable is behind it >> Does not have skills for battle but omg she tried a lot on her earlier years. >> Once returning from a failed battle, she meets valmai taking care of the horses and from that day on she always sees him on his stable work. >> Starts fleeing to spend more time in the stable. The commander notices this and when her asks to be free from battle duty he agrees cause well, for her own sake she's a failure and she noticed how good she was on her new discovered farm liking. |
 Chicken, chicken Blue was she, Warrior in her heart, But not in action, A warming heart, A loving tone, Skinny and thin, Chicken lover within. Poem by DiseasedHuntress #212598 |
Grab me by my ankles, I've been flying for too long
I couldn't hide from the thunder in a sky full of song
And I want you so badly, but you could be anyone
I couldn't hide from the thunder in a sky full of song
I couldn't hide from the thunder in a sky full of song
And I want you so badly, but you could be anyone
I couldn't hide from the thunder in a sky full of song
NOTES
Eleanor and Valmai very first eggs on 02-August-2020 <3
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