Teef

FAVORITES Pale Pink Rose Plant A romantic bouquet and dinner for dragons. 17 2 Red Frosted Canary Meat This non-migratory bird is not popular among dragon clans whose members have a diverse array of diets. Flocks of them will absolutely decimate stored seeds, berries, and arthropods. 29 3 Rose Quartz Minerals & Ores A rose quartz by any other name would smell as sweet- ...why are you smelling quartz? 70 Broken Heartstone Minerals & Ores Offerings at the graves of dead Charges, a Guardian finding one is considered to have been given a warning by the fates, a final chance to prevent death. (Special thanks to SocialBookWorm!) 83

DETAILS ROLE xxxxx■ Traveling Merchant + Scavenger + Woodworker TRAITS xxxxx■ Grit + Cleverness + Loyalty ALIGNMENT xxxxx■ Chaotic LIKES xxxxx■ Maxillary + Snow Flakes + Shiny Baubles

DETAILS DISLIKES xxxxx■ Milk + High and below freezing temperatures STRENGTHS xxxxx■ Big Brain WEAKNESSES xxxxx■ Large Crowds + Public Speaking + Shyness FEARS xxxxx■ Cages + Starvation

TIDBITS ■ She loves to watch the Jewelry Box Fae that Venice has collected. How they shine and pose for the clan is breath taking. ■ Teef wants to join the CABTAOAC but is to scared she could hurt the cats with her teeth. They are quite pointy. ■ The lace headpiece was given to her by Kirin, the clan seamstress, "To match her pretty scales teeth." ■ Any time Maxillary calls her by a nickname she flushes darker. A full, goo bodied blush, settles over her. Every Sweettooth, Little Bite, Drippy, and poof!

RELATIONS Maxy xxxxx■ Hubby NAME2 xxxxx■ relation2 NAME3 xxxxx■ relation3 NAME4 xxxxx■ relation4

INVENTORY Rotting Plaguebringer Effigy Trinkets A crudely-fashioned stuffed doll that resembles the Plaguebringer. The dragon leather it's held together with is molding and smells awful. 1000 Warbeast Tusk Organics The tusk of a great carnivore. Blood is still present on the edge, meaning that its owner may still be nearby, suffering from some nasty pain.. 70 Balanced Walking Sticks Trinkets Sturdy walking sticks for the mobility impaired. 44 Proper Ring Apparel The most proper. 400 Plaguebringer Bone Scrimshaw Trinkets A menacing engraving of the Plaguebringer. It is scrawled on the side of a large bonespike and reeks of decay. 105 Lawn Decoration Trinkets One of these outside of your lair is poor taste; Forty of these outside of your lair is a statement. 50

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She remembers her nest had been so warm and comforting, nothing like the cold hard cages she eventually grew up in, and even less like the ice caves her clan lived in. As the harsh winter draws closer her and her fellow plague dragons plan for their journey back to the Scarred Wasteland. Back to the warmth, to the sounds of java sparrows in the early morning, back to her Maxillary. She had gathered so much stuff to take back to the Bleedout Lair.

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"A safe haven for all kinds of evil, murderers, thieves, dark magic misfits, criminals, demons, monsters, and various other divergent characters. Anyone cast out by society receives a warm welcome here." That's what her sweet Maxillary had told her. He had left for the warm weather and humidity and had found a new clan. A place he fit in and people he could call his family. He was her family so she was going to do her level best to make this her family too.

Vision and his daughter Disium reminded her of Bloodtwig and Iuliana, stupid strong and a tad crazy. She steered clear of them. She tried to help Eligos with the kiddo's by teaching them math and science but when most of the kids your teaching are already born larger then you it's a difficult task. Cain had mentioned reading to The Banescales with a hoot of laughter before flying off. They were a more receptive audience, but her monotone voice made stories boring. So she tried to help with meal prep, the drippy fae was politely turned down. Abelisk and Aivrozy were fun to watch but that seemed like an odd thing to do all day.

One night she found herself talking to Aphaelon and his mate Resira. His eyes had reminded her of snowflakes, ice and the clan that had saved her from the horrors of the auction house as a hatchling. "I know I do not sound it, but I am very grateful to you two. I was beginning to lose myself trying to be something I'm not. Trying to fit into a mold I had made in my head. Thank you for listening and talking to me tonight. Solie, the Matriarch of our other clan would say that Your A gift from the Ice Father himself." She had said to the massive ridgeback and his spiral mate.

The next day she got up before the crack of dawn and started digging a small area next to where her and Maxillary slept. When she was done she ”snuck” out of the lair to gather some supplies. The little fae was sure Maxy and some others had followed her around the wastes. She turned her little area into a workshop in the back and constructed a little counter at the front, lined the ceiling with Star Moss and Glow mushrooms, and made flower beds out of the remaining dirt and scraps of wood she had scavenged near the door.

Chalchiuhticue could magic her up some flowers that would bloom even in the almost dark of the lair. A sign, that would be her first project, to hang above the kinda sorta entrance area she had made. She’d keep working and fixing it till she was happy. She’d have to wait till they came back next fall to really finish her shop, after she’d had gathered supplies to sell from her clan, but for now Teef’s woodworking would sell just fine.

"Looks good Drippy," Teef looked behind her to see her Maxy smiling down at her. All teeth.

"Thank you." Her voice flat, but her frills had rippled with her happiness and excitement. As she fluttered up onto his snout she told her gooey imperial, "I love you, you big silly thing."

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She was having a really bad day, maybe it was too hot outside. The tiny thing didn't understand why some days she could look just like a normal fae dragon. While other days, like today, she couldn't hold any actual shape. Teef had oozed her way to the back of the little shop she had made in their lair. Hidden away in the cool damp of her workshop, where nobody but a few other fae sized dragons could enter.

The size of her shop didn't seem to deter her mate Maxillary from trying to come in though. He stuck his large imperial snout into her hidey hole sniffing her out. When he got no monotone yells and flying angry frills coming out of the shop at maximum velocity, he laid down just outside.

"I know you're in there Teef. I'm not leaving till you come out."

He couldn't hear any stirring. Not a good sign.

"Cain told me some funny jokes the other day. Wanna hear some? What did the boss snail say to his worker? Slime is of the essence!" A gurgle of noise came from inside. She had moved out of the workshop and closer to the entrance.

"What did the slug say as he slipped off the wall? How Slime flies! Maxillary chuckled at that one. Cain had some good jokes. Teef seemed to have made her way to the front counter, but still she had not shown herself to him.

"Why was the monster so concerned when he saw slime on his feet? He thought he was melting." Teef let out a wail from behind the counter. He didn't care who said what about the fae and their monotone voices, crying sounded all the same, no matter the dragon. Emotional and raw and it made his heart break. Her little puddle of a form came around the counter with little droopy hands extending for him.

"I am melting Maxy!" she cried. “I don’t know what to doooo. I can’t get solid.”

Maxillary melted down into a puddle around her. “Oh my Drippy, my denticle covered gooey girl, My Little Bite, then I won’t be solid either. We don’t have to be solid. You know I love you know matter what form you are right?”

She sniffled and replied with a weak sounding yes. They spent the day in their sleeping area napping and quietly talking. At some point during one of their naps someone had brought them a basket full of bugs. Maxillary watched with rapt attention as Teef hunted down the escaped bugs and devoured them with relish.

“Maxy?” Teef did her best to form her head as she whispered into the dark of the night. He gave her a sleepy reply. “You have weird ways of calling me pretty. Denticle covered, really?”

His head lifted out of the massive puddle he formed and looked down at her. “You are Teef, words cannot truly capture your denticle covered beauty. I mean what I say with every fiber of my being my little Sweettooth. Please get some rest, we’ll try solids tomorrow.”


The next morning.

He didn’t mean to step into them, He just needed to see if Teef had finished his thing. When he had stepped into the doorway of the lower living area that the two dragons had made theirs, he was greeted with angry slime and teeth and growls. So he back peddled before it was too late and ran out to the main den.

“Hooo boy, somebody was thinking on their claws when they assigned them that bowl for a sleeping lair.”

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It was fall again, Maxy and her had left early to get back to the Bleedout lair that year. They spent a day greeting everyone and cleaning out the dust in their sleeping area the first day back. Dust and goo did not do well together.

Her Maxy was so sweet, he had helped her carry this year’s stock back from Solie’s clan. She had so much to sell this winter. Plants and potions. Clothes and toys from Kirin and her daughter Liesel. Tea from Conifer, who had never sold her blends before. Balder had given a few furs for her to sell. Midori and Lindi had made healing salves and Anwyn had somehow made Ice that didn't melt. Plenty of good wood had come too, for her to make things out of.

The tiny fae was in the process of beautifying the outside of her shop. During the summer months she had carved enough small lawn decorations to lead her customers from the main area of the den all the way to her tiny shop. She had gotten new flowers from the gardeners in their other clan to put in her boxes. They were a strange red thing that went well with the sign over the counter, and black and red tulips that would come back every year.

She put on a little smile as she flipped the ‘Open’ sign over and placed the shiny new bell on the counter. It was good to be back.

Pinglist: @/Iphegenia Notes: Maxillary belongs to Bledout Code created by DalphiaRoses's Code Generator

Maxillary & Teef 64008122 | 61490361 Slime - Sludge - Keel Primary Colors: Blush Secondary Colors: Blush Tertiary Colors: Maize, Cream(Maize, Cream) Past Offspring: N/A

If I make bby teef Iphegenia wants one.