Krys
(#59422393)
Level 9 Fae
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.63 m
Wingspan
0.85 m
Weight
0.83 kg
Genetics
Lemon
Ribbon
Ribbon
Crimson
Flair
Flair
Beige
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Fae
EXP: 12597 / 21526
STR
14
AGI
22
DEF
22
QCK
16
INT
20
VIT
19
MND
16
Biography
ty larkhund for the flair and firefly!
A zombie. A host for whoever really pulls the strings. Empty, lifeless eyes, hand-designed, yet they couldn't have picked something better, left to mold in the release of sleep since the lair's founding. No-one really knows how the lairs are founded. Sure, they're real places, carved and tumbled out of whatevers closest. Always a hibernation den, always a nesting ground and a willing mate to fill it, never a reason or clue why. Why is irrelevant. There is only the urge and instinct to do, and it must be followed. For now, it sleeps, but eventually it will wake.
Oh? Have you come to see my collection? My mountains to greed and filled-in ravines? You won't find meaning here. Only vague feelings of joy, scores of uselessness, and a great big monument to wasted time. Being happy isn't enough. Being successful isn't enough. Nothings enough to fill the void inside.
Yet I still try.
Seeing as you're still here, I guess I should talk a bit more. Hi, I'm the Writer. The big scary thing all these pictures of dragons are scared of. It makes sense, doesn't it? Wouldn't you be scared of the thing controlling your life? If you even believe there is something.
These dragons definitely do have someone.
They know it, you know it.
We play god and feel nothing because this is nothing. These pictures don't have feelings. They are not real. We only make them seem real for our own amusement. And boy, is it fun.
I'm not even real. This is all just a persona. A facet, even though I'm supposed to be speaking to whoever reads this directly. Probably I'll just be speaking to myself at a later date. Hi, me.
I guess what it all amounts to is just a big ol' pile of nothing. I mean, not really nothing. Nothing isn't real. There can never be nothing, because nothing is an expression. There is always something, if you look hard enough. So I guess this is writing practice? Any way you look at it, its just for fun. My own amusement, like I said. That's all I have to say about it for right now.
A zombie. A host for whoever really pulls the strings. Empty, lifeless eyes, hand-designed, yet they couldn't have picked something better, left to mold in the release of sleep since the lair's founding. No-one really knows how the lairs are founded. Sure, they're real places, carved and tumbled out of whatevers closest. Always a hibernation den, always a nesting ground and a willing mate to fill it, never a reason or clue why. Why is irrelevant. There is only the urge and instinct to do, and it must be followed. For now, it sleeps, but eventually it will wake.
Oh? Have you come to see my collection? My mountains to greed and filled-in ravines? You won't find meaning here. Only vague feelings of joy, scores of uselessness, and a great big monument to wasted time. Being happy isn't enough. Being successful isn't enough. Nothings enough to fill the void inside.
Yet I still try.
Seeing as you're still here, I guess I should talk a bit more. Hi, I'm the Writer. The big scary thing all these pictures of dragons are scared of. It makes sense, doesn't it? Wouldn't you be scared of the thing controlling your life? If you even believe there is something.
These dragons definitely do have someone.
They know it, you know it.
We play god and feel nothing because this is nothing. These pictures don't have feelings. They are not real. We only make them seem real for our own amusement. And boy, is it fun.
I'm not even real. This is all just a persona. A facet, even though I'm supposed to be speaking to whoever reads this directly. Probably I'll just be speaking to myself at a later date. Hi, me.
I guess what it all amounts to is just a big ol' pile of nothing. I mean, not really nothing. Nothing isn't real. There can never be nothing, because nothing is an expression. There is always something, if you look hard enough. So I guess this is writing practice? Any way you look at it, its just for fun. My own amusement, like I said. That's all I have to say about it for right now.
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Exalting Krys to the service of the Lightweaver 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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