Viola
(#61098490)
The Empress
Familiar
Pitfall Fixture
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Fae
This dragon cannot breed until Apr 20, 2024 (2 days).
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.89 m
Wingspan
1.02 m
Weight
3.18 kg
Genetics
Lavender
Basic
Basic
Mulberry
Basic
Basic
Sunshine
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Unnamed
- Blueberry
- Unnamed
- Ghost
- Grave
- Azul
- Shade
- Taiga
- Pool
- Deep
- Jelly
- Zew
- Loch
- Unnamed
- Tyrion
- Shar
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Izolde
- Unnamed
- Dewshine
- Arisa
- Ado
- Spellscale
- Nekhbet
- Llinos
- Evarado
- Garatia
- Gwaun
- Ahavah
- Albaric
- Chantilly
- Panor
- Festivity
- Wieslawa
- Mathe
- Luminita
- Coral
- Unnamed
- Alvaro
- Gawaine
- Unity
- East
- Blade
- Stamarkos
- Brook
- Dormon
- Unnamed
- Gonber
- Lucas
- Unnamed
- Diamondtor
- Ceiro
- Jason
- Janice
- Unnamed
- Cedric
- Adelina
- Nanette
- Rainscale
- Sassy
- Chester
- Khucho
Biography
Voices tend to carry well on soft breezes, gossip especially. It was no secret to Viola, the rumors from her subjects and outsiders alike.
How could such a minuscule dragon hold dominion over such a large patch of territory? How were beast clan raids so unsuccessful, to the point where her lands were hardly attacked at all? How were dens so well protected despite there being next to no visible fortifications? How was the reign of this fae so secure and uncontested that she may sleep outside with no guard and still live to see the morning?
"Surely she uses magic," says one. "Most certainly manipulation," says another. The arguement floats to her on sweet, floral winds and she sighs.
'Both wrong,' Viola thinks, stretching herself across the warm rock on which she sat. Glade preens himself at her side, and she joins in fixing his frills. The moment is soft and quiet, marked only by Glade's gentle humming.
Most know better than to disturb the pair, not because of the violet drake's own ferocity, but because of the dozen or so dragons in the vicinity that would not hesitate to defend their leader.
Viola knows this, and nuzzles into her mate's embrace. These smiles and simple moments she saves only for him, but her usual cold exterior isn't for nothing.
What truly cements Viola's seat at the top, is loyalty. A bandage here, a meal there. Warm places to rest or ride out a storm. Safe spaces to raise a nest. Always given freely with no debt garnered. Even the beast clans knew there was no price on their heads in Camelia territory. Occasionally, there were even warm pots of food left by their camps.
Her expression may be cold, but her heart is kind. She never asked for this kind of devotion, but she accepted it nonetheless. After all, it was rude to reject a gift so willingly given.
So the fae could rest easy in open night air, knowing none would dare harm a scale on her back. If they so much as tried, they would find themselves at spear and clawpoint faster than they could blink.
How could such a minuscule dragon hold dominion over such a large patch of territory? How were beast clan raids so unsuccessful, to the point where her lands were hardly attacked at all? How were dens so well protected despite there being next to no visible fortifications? How was the reign of this fae so secure and uncontested that she may sleep outside with no guard and still live to see the morning?
"Surely she uses magic," says one. "Most certainly manipulation," says another. The arguement floats to her on sweet, floral winds and she sighs.
'Both wrong,' Viola thinks, stretching herself across the warm rock on which she sat. Glade preens himself at her side, and she joins in fixing his frills. The moment is soft and quiet, marked only by Glade's gentle humming.
Most know better than to disturb the pair, not because of the violet drake's own ferocity, but because of the dozen or so dragons in the vicinity that would not hesitate to defend their leader.
Viola knows this, and nuzzles into her mate's embrace. These smiles and simple moments she saves only for him, but her usual cold exterior isn't for nothing.
What truly cements Viola's seat at the top, is loyalty. A bandage here, a meal there. Warm places to rest or ride out a storm. Safe spaces to raise a nest. Always given freely with no debt garnered. Even the beast clans knew there was no price on their heads in Camelia territory. Occasionally, there were even warm pots of food left by their camps.
Her expression may be cold, but her heart is kind. She never asked for this kind of devotion, but she accepted it nonetheless. After all, it was rude to reject a gift so willingly given.
So the fae could rest easy in open night air, knowing none would dare harm a scale on her back. If they so much as tried, they would find themselves at spear and clawpoint faster than they could blink.
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