Ahorangi
(#60459555)
The Plant Bandit
Familiar
Carcass Cleaner
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Energy: 42/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.87 m
Wingspan
6.45 m
Weight
609.81 kg
Genetics
Coal
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Coal
Trail
Trail
Chocolate
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Skydancer
EXP: 2506 / 5545
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Smash
- Ladora
- Elin
- Rhun
- Medeina
- Hamal
- Bahar
- Falion
- Madina
- Rene
- Briley
- Nichol
- Darter
- Oboro
- Uzume
- Deazel
- Gin
- Eleri
- Munin
- Tilda
- Lark
- Iliad
- Spooky
- Mitzuki
- Ananke
- Deadly
- Tango
- Caern
- Arring
- Solace
- Cardani
- Taurine
- Ionwen
- Nacht
- Toren
- Tubori
- Elsie
- Korsha
- Minuet
- Taran
- Agamon
- Dolor
- Errant
- Cross
- Agena
- Dirt
- Gasoline
- Steward
- Elder
- Nymstryx
- Bora
- Arey
- Raindrop
- Sebaceous
- Hue
- Ivore
- Ionor
- Aeria
Biography
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♕ A H O R A N G I The Plant Bandit ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
STENCH
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SLUDGE
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ZIKA
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COYOTE
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Noncommittal | Fatalistic | Dynamic ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Soff sweet gentle boy who looks tougher than he is
Fragile heart Plant boy has a hardd time with expressions and social cutes Just let him be with his plants Listens to Boys Will Be Bugs This Boi Loves Plants His best plants are carnivorous And were probably stolen Not everyone agrees with his methods of feeding his plants either He doesn't often have people come over to visit.
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""How lovely, the silence of growing things.""
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Ahorangi is a quiet, antisocial dragon whose appearance plagues him. His fierce demeanour encourages bar fights, leading him to avoid most gatherings in general. His precious plants mean the world to him, but his choice in foliage has resulted in him leading a life of almost complete solitude. For a dragon willed into existence by a group of omnipotent gods, Ahorangi’s life is very simple. It was a life of necessity, created by an unpleasant environment, horrible company and unwillingness to change it. Despite the poor manners of the company, it could be worse. The insects in this part of the swamp could bite harder, and the threat of death could loom a little less, and Ahorangi would not mind. He was away from the hustle and bustle of the markets, the glares of the mothers and the stares of the children. The constant harassment, the fight for an ever-shrinking territory. And of course, the blatant abuse of plants. At least here, his plants could feast without the need for the unnecessary dialogue from his neighbours. A strange girl often visits him, but he does not mind her company. She never fights, and the plants do not bother her. Judging by their lack of response Ahorangi believes she may not be completely alive but welcomes the deviation in sentience. She knows a few others who bring fertiliser for the plants, and the plants will offer up gifts to her, in the form of flowers and seeds. Ahorangi is more than happy to act as an in between for his plants and the strange, dead girl.
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A soft rustle drew his attention. The girl was back. Ahorangi pulled his head away, lifting it clear from the plant’s embrace. From his vantage point, he could see the end of her tail before it slithered under the leaves of another plant. Her tracks were obvious – she never lifted her tail when she walked. Not that Ahorangi ever recalled seeing her fly. He gently petted his monstera vine until it began to loosen its grip. It smoothly peeled itself away from one of the ancient trees, descending until his feet sank into the soft soil. A hiss and the vine had resumed its original place; albeit missing the warmth of Ahorangi’s body. He could feel its keening now, like a child missing its favourite toy. He knew not to rely too much on anthropomorphism. The plant missed its favourite plaything. That the plaything’s name was Ahorangi had nothing to do with it. It would sooner eat him than miss him. But he loved that type of direct attention. He bent down, sniffing the lower air. Wrinkling his nostrils, he continued forward. Coyote knew what herbs she needed to slow down her decomposition, why Stench could not use the same he did not know. Perhaps something to do with the way she was reanimated. Not that he was likely to bother Stench about it. Conversations with her were like expositing to a brick. The brick never cared, and the brick never responded. But, like the plant, the brick still made its needs clear. Stench would say hi to the plants, the plants would coo in response, and then she had come for her flowers. It had occurred to Ahorangi early on that Stench did not mind which flowers she received. She appreciated even the smallest of buds. The plants did not mind either, often willingly handing over their prized offspring as soon as he mentioned the name of the strange, dead girl. She had an affinity with them. Pulling back a leaf, then another, Ahorangi dove into the thickest part of his garden, where the smell was thickest. There she was, half sitting, half lying. A nearby sundew kissed her cheek, while a fig had dropped all pretences of being polite. A root was wrapped around her thigh and snaked down to her calf. If she stayed still for long enough, the fig would certainly drag her down into the thin soil. Stench knew, and permitted it for longer than Ahorangi ever could. Bowing down to the girl, he produced her new batch of flowers with a flourish. “The Euphorbia sends its regards but says to ask the Echeveria. The Echeveria offers a small sprig now and says to ask about it next week. It is preparing a lovely spray for you. The Dendrobium is being rude and will not speak to me, please greet it on your way out?” Stench nodded. “The passionfruit appreciates your last gift and has prepared a basket full of fruit for your taking. Lastly, my pitcher plant would like to speak to you. Please do not feed him today, he is still processing a large deer.” Ahorangi finished, standing upright. Stench smiled and drew a symbol in the ground. It was old magic, from a time before his, but Ahorangi knew its power. It was the symbol for gratitude, and the closest plants hummed with it. With another bow, Ahorangi turned and walked away, the girl disappearing from his senses as quickly as a breeze. If it were not for the smell of death, he could simply pretend he was alone again. It was time to head back to his dear Monstera Deliciosa.
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ETYMOLOGY - Ahorangi's language of origin is Maori. The name is of the meaning 'enlightened' RELATIONS -
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