Lothar
(#64228803)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.15 m
Wingspan
6.68 m
Weight
398.98 kg
Genetics
Black
Skink
Skink
Denim
Noxtide
Noxtide
Orchid
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Lothar heard the familiar sound of paw-against-wood as he stood, hand-tilling a patch of land for some pumpkins he planned to grow. Turning his head to see his visitor, he grinned in delight, relaxing his posture and turning to see his visitor.
“Chandler!” He exclaimed, raising a paw in greeting. “Chandey! Chandelabra! Farmhand’s doing fine! This is an earlier visit than usual.” The Mirror’s solemn, tired expression put him off-ease for a moment. “What- is something going on?”
“Loth,” Chandler started, “When was the last time you actually spoke to your parents?“
He paused in confusion, glancing back at Farmhand for a moment (who was a bit busy trying to wrangle some Rambra out of the wheat.) “What- why? I mean, Dad comes around pretty often-“
“No offense, Loth, but Nobody cares about your dope of a dad. Your mom, when was the last time you’ve talked to your mom?”
“My mom?” He replied, straight it up with a tilt of his head. “Why- I mean, we send letters every once in a while. Nothing much, she’s got things to do. Why?”
Chandler took a breath; she was already silently wondering why she was trying to get help from this valley hick, of all the dragons around the city. Maybe because nobody was eavesdropping.
“... Loth, your mom’s literally evil.”
@hollypox made this and im wheezing in my boots im gonna punt him like a FOOTBALL
“Chandler!” He exclaimed, raising a paw in greeting. “Chandey! Chandelabra! Farmhand’s doing fine! This is an earlier visit than usual.” The Mirror’s solemn, tired expression put him off-ease for a moment. “What- is something going on?”
“Loth,” Chandler started, “When was the last time you actually spoke to your parents?“
He paused in confusion, glancing back at Farmhand for a moment (who was a bit busy trying to wrangle some Rambra out of the wheat.) “What- why? I mean, Dad comes around pretty often-“
“No offense, Loth, but Nobody cares about your dope of a dad. Your mom, when was the last time you’ve talked to your mom?”
“My mom?” He replied, straight it up with a tilt of his head. “Why- I mean, we send letters every once in a while. Nothing much, she’s got things to do. Why?”
Chandler took a breath; she was already silently wondering why she was trying to get help from this valley hick, of all the dragons around the city. Maybe because nobody was eavesdropping.
“... Loth, your mom’s literally evil.”
@hollypox made this and im wheezing in my boots im gonna punt him like a FOOTBALL
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