Antique
(#58809505)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
Valorous Battlemare
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.54 m
Wingspan
7.24 m
Weight
444.2 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Antique
Spinner
Spinner
White
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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ANTIQUE
"I WAS MADE FROM HUNGRY MOUTHS." |
xxxxxxCLANMASTER'S RIGHT HAND
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JOURNAL Antique was sick of orders. They were all he dealt with—giving them, taking them, fulfilling them, ignoring them. It was almost enough to make him want to turn tail and flee, but then he remembered the comfort of Mauve’s scales beside him, the gentle warmth soothing him to a peaceful calm. Mauve made things bearable. He exhaled loosely as he paced the heavy tiles that made up the floors of Court’s Keep. His talons occasionally got caught in the semiprecious stones buried in the ground; he rolled his eyes and shook out his claws before continuing. The male decided he was sick of gemstones, too. It was only after what felt like eons of waiting that his expected guests finally came to greet him. Both of the dragons dipped their heads by way of respect. Antique didn’t return the gesture. “You’re late,” he managed to growl, his timbre low. Unnerving, perhaps. “We’re sorry,” the eldest of the two young sisters, Platinum, murmured. Silver said nothing—there wasn’t even a hint of remorse in her stormy blue eyes. Antique smothered a smirk at the resistance to power. The brutish dragons were the most protective, he knew, which meant that the female might be a good candidate for a better position in the future. He filed away that note in his head and turned away from the sisters. “Do you two know why you’re here?” No response. “You’re here because you two are some of the only hatchlings that never engage in any sort of fighting. That’s not a bad thing, however,” Antique said, smiling warmly now. “...We just so happen to be in need of the peaceful sort, just like you.” He paused as the sisters exchanged elated glances before continuing. “I’d have to arrange some paperwork with Maize and Cream, but...I’m sure they’ll say yes to you two being messengers. You'd be an extremely important asset to our clan.” He needed them to say yes. Some part of Antique couldn’t stomach the thought of more hatchlings being trained to kill and steal at such a young age. The Nocturne realized, with no small amount of horror, that that part of him was sick of the clan itself. That thought was shoved deep down, locked away with a heavy iron key. Maybe he wasn't sick of anything. Maybe he was just tired or grumpy. But no matter how deep he tried to push the thoughts, Antique couldn't get rid of the only one that had managed to trail behind him like an angry storm cloud: I have to do something about this. He couldn't do anything about it. He had to do something about it. Couldn't- Had to- Couldn't- Had to- Couldn't- Had to. |
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