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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.04 m
Wingspan
8.73 m
Weight
473.46 kg
Genetics
Black
Cherub
Cherub
Radioactive
Butterfly
Butterfly
Platinum
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Estel.
The most common name in the tree.
It's about as interesting as a pebble by the road.
And not those shiny, oddly shaped, funky pebbles.
The BORING ones.
Estel had at least thirty cousins, twenty aunts and uncles, and over fifty ancestors, named Estel. He was something around Estel the 102nd. Because of this, he constantly pined for attention, and he got it. But not in the way he wanted. He hatched in the Southern Icefields, but he had a problem. He was way too bright compared to the snow. He had to learn extensive, very tough camouflage techniques and learned to hide his bright feathers under heavy coats. This messed with his hunting and battle training due to him being too heavy or too colorful sneak up on prey and enemies. His father was the one who incubated him, but it wasn't really that big of a deal. The only reason that he was on the nest was because he chased off one more rival than his mate. Besides that, they were very evenly powerful, so there wasn't any power imbalance there. Especially since the family super low class and their family tree had thinned out. His mother was the daughter of a famed mosaic creator, but it was a very thin family tree, egg clutches ranging from one to two, once in a while three eggs. Estel's dad's side of the family has more members, but it was starting to be cut up. The Icefields were very different from the Shrieking Wilds, so Wildclaws were dropping like flies. At least Estel could now claim to be Estel the 38th.
After a while, Estel's mother decided to fly away into the distance. It was an attempt to go to the Shrieking Wilds. Her family hadn't lived there for generations, and she just wanted to go to a warmer, safer place where you could survive easier. Estel chose to follow her while his father wandered back to his slowly dwindling family. While they were flying over the fancy Water-Flight ocean that Estel could never remember the name of, Estel was literally torn out of the air in the middle of a storm and thrown into the Wind domain. Alone and scared, he crawled into a hole and panic-slept. He found a small tunnel and squeezed through it, wondering it it would lead him to a safer place. It turned out, it was a little fae's secret tunnel for when she wanted to leave unnoticed. Leave what you ask? A absolutely huge clan in a huge underground lair. Estel sat there, wings shaking in panic. Astrid, the fae dragged him around, showing him off like a fancy rock she found.
Estel was introduced to Aaliyah and he immediately clung to her. A FELLOW WILDCLAW THANK THE ICEWARDEN OH MY GOODNESS. He wanted to be buff so he could beat up anyone who threatened her since she was another WILDCLAW. WHEN DID HE LAST SEE ONE?! It was a little confusing when she started dropping the label 'friends' all over the place. Wasn't that what they were? What else would they be? Marmots? The two were very good friends and good hunting buddies. Estel had a lot of fun running into the woods, screeching and letting all chaos break loose while Aaliyah tried not to laugh and shot down all the deer and other animals he spooked or just caused to stand there in shock. She didn't really mind how anxious he got around new dragons and even the dumb little jokes he brought up randomly and chortled at, no matter how dumb.
Estel was very bouncy though skittish around new new dragons. He often hid behind Aaliyah or stuck his head into her fluffy chest pelts when scared. He often makes very dumb jokes and laughs awkwardly sometimes when there isn't much to laugh at. He'll go crazy for a pretty flower or sweet treat though. His weak little noodle arms are surprisingly pushy and tough when he sees some macaroons or hibiscus blossoms. Besides that, he's about as strong as a wet noodle.
The most common name in the tree.
It's about as interesting as a pebble by the road.
And not those shiny, oddly shaped, funky pebbles.
The BORING ones.
Estel had at least thirty cousins, twenty aunts and uncles, and over fifty ancestors, named Estel. He was something around Estel the 102nd. Because of this, he constantly pined for attention, and he got it. But not in the way he wanted. He hatched in the Southern Icefields, but he had a problem. He was way too bright compared to the snow. He had to learn extensive, very tough camouflage techniques and learned to hide his bright feathers under heavy coats. This messed with his hunting and battle training due to him being too heavy or too colorful sneak up on prey and enemies. His father was the one who incubated him, but it wasn't really that big of a deal. The only reason that he was on the nest was because he chased off one more rival than his mate. Besides that, they were very evenly powerful, so there wasn't any power imbalance there. Especially since the family super low class and their family tree had thinned out. His mother was the daughter of a famed mosaic creator, but it was a very thin family tree, egg clutches ranging from one to two, once in a while three eggs. Estel's dad's side of the family has more members, but it was starting to be cut up. The Icefields were very different from the Shrieking Wilds, so Wildclaws were dropping like flies. At least Estel could now claim to be Estel the 38th.
After a while, Estel's mother decided to fly away into the distance. It was an attempt to go to the Shrieking Wilds. Her family hadn't lived there for generations, and she just wanted to go to a warmer, safer place where you could survive easier. Estel chose to follow her while his father wandered back to his slowly dwindling family. While they were flying over the fancy Water-Flight ocean that Estel could never remember the name of, Estel was literally torn out of the air in the middle of a storm and thrown into the Wind domain. Alone and scared, he crawled into a hole and panic-slept. He found a small tunnel and squeezed through it, wondering it it would lead him to a safer place. It turned out, it was a little fae's secret tunnel for when she wanted to leave unnoticed. Leave what you ask? A absolutely huge clan in a huge underground lair. Estel sat there, wings shaking in panic. Astrid, the fae dragged him around, showing him off like a fancy rock she found.
Estel was introduced to Aaliyah and he immediately clung to her. A FELLOW WILDCLAW THANK THE ICEWARDEN OH MY GOODNESS. He wanted to be buff so he could beat up anyone who threatened her since she was another WILDCLAW. WHEN DID HE LAST SEE ONE?! It was a little confusing when she started dropping the label 'friends' all over the place. Wasn't that what they were? What else would they be? Marmots? The two were very good friends and good hunting buddies. Estel had a lot of fun running into the woods, screeching and letting all chaos break loose while Aaliyah tried not to laugh and shot down all the deer and other animals he spooked or just caused to stand there in shock. She didn't really mind how anxious he got around new dragons and even the dumb little jokes he brought up randomly and chortled at, no matter how dumb.
Estel was very bouncy though skittish around new new dragons. He often hid behind Aaliyah or stuck his head into her fluffy chest pelts when scared. He often makes very dumb jokes and laughs awkwardly sometimes when there isn't much to laugh at. He'll go crazy for a pretty flower or sweet treat though. His weak little noodle arms are surprisingly pushy and tough when he sees some macaroons or hibiscus blossoms. Besides that, he's about as strong as a wet noodle.
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