Montserrat
(#62063143)
Qualified" technician
Familiar
Ball-Jointed Bogsneak
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.47 m
Wingspan
9.1 m
Weight
762.31 kg
Genetics
Antique
Skink
Skink
Antique
Safari
Safari
Cream
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
127
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
51
INT
7
VIT
19
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Dart
- Davad
- Iliad
- Niles
- Micaela
- Abel
- Lithos
- Sculptor
- dirt
- Simmer
- Sheik
- Spaceling
- Spaceling
- Ahavah
- Luxuria
- Manolo
- Hearth
- Archspell
- Galeblast
- Halinka
- Roach
- Roach
- Lisabet
- Xii
- Doben
- Yachil
- Facehugger
- Wraithstrike
- Frederick
- Adrienne
- Windwhisper
- Cayde
- Icefyre
- Cottonwood
- Nanomancer
- Kilgor
- Shadowkiss
- Spellbound
- Spellbound
- Spellbound
- Pyromistress
- Eveleen
- Hakuku
- Verdant
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Zelus
- Dryad
- Themis
- Gardeni
- Apples
- Morfael
- Natira
Biography
Montserrat , Stealer of hearts stitcher of eyelids, Founder of the first mobile plastic surgery clinic in Dragonhome (we assume)
Be all you can ... the beauty of ... THE MOTHER (GRISELL!!!)
The wooden wagon was coated in a thin layer of peeling paint, once white but the dust had made home in its cracks. Old tin roof rusted and patched hastily numerous times with various material. A faded red substance, up the side of one wall read “PLASDIK SERGERY” in finger painted letters, with an arrow pointing to the door beside.
“At first sight of the pathetic creature, the pale coatl remarked “Oh! He is just disgusting, how horrible! That is not a fae, that is a bag of meat, Meatbag. Of course I will have him.” A pustule popped under a gloved claw. “I will fix him, and I will fix his ugly little face.”
Indeed he was deformed and hideous, a spectacle to behold, raw and blistered. He oozed bits when manoeuvred, otherwise just spending his time limp in his cage, but breathing nonetheless. He monitored him over time, fed him bug guts with a syringe although he often struggled to keep anything down. The flesh of his full body wound remained sticky and a magnetic for dust, and required regular dunkings in lukewarm water. To the surprise of many he continued to grow at normal pace, and gradually make attempts at wriggling himself small distances, such as towards the back of the cage when approached.
“You can be a prime example of my handiwork, stealer of hearts, slimy like the Mother Herself.” He held Meatbag’s small head between two fingers. A fae’s eyes were never emotive, his were strange and milky, Montserrat could never quite tell if it was back into his he would stare, or blind into the endless abyss which was never ending agony. He liked to think it was the former.”
Be all you can ... the beauty of ... THE MOTHER (GRISELL!!!)
The wooden wagon was coated in a thin layer of peeling paint, once white but the dust had made home in its cracks. Old tin roof rusted and patched hastily numerous times with various material. A faded red substance, up the side of one wall read “PLASDIK SERGERY” in finger painted letters, with an arrow pointing to the door beside.
“At first sight of the pathetic creature, the pale coatl remarked “Oh! He is just disgusting, how horrible! That is not a fae, that is a bag of meat, Meatbag. Of course I will have him.” A pustule popped under a gloved claw. “I will fix him, and I will fix his ugly little face.”
Indeed he was deformed and hideous, a spectacle to behold, raw and blistered. He oozed bits when manoeuvred, otherwise just spending his time limp in his cage, but breathing nonetheless. He monitored him over time, fed him bug guts with a syringe although he often struggled to keep anything down. The flesh of his full body wound remained sticky and a magnetic for dust, and required regular dunkings in lukewarm water. To the surprise of many he continued to grow at normal pace, and gradually make attempts at wriggling himself small distances, such as towards the back of the cage when approached.
“You can be a prime example of my handiwork, stealer of hearts, slimy like the Mother Herself.” He held Meatbag’s small head between two fingers. A fae’s eyes were never emotive, his were strange and milky, Montserrat could never quite tell if it was back into his he would stare, or blind into the endless abyss which was never ending agony. He liked to think it was the former.”
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