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Rosalind

(#64431116)

Level 13 Bogsneak

Splashy

Curious Kettle

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.7 m

Wingspan

6.03 m

Weight

752.9 kg

Genetics

Denim
Stitched

Spring
Sludge

Seafoam
Capsule

Hatchday

Oct 11, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Bogsneak

Eye Type

Water
Swirl

Level 13 Bogsneak

EXP: 35082 / 45676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

ROSALIND
{ /ˈɹɑz.ə.lɪnd/ }
Nicknames: Rosy
• Unhatched Egg / Alchemist

╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮
MAKING A SPLASH
(written by me)
♫ (artist) - (song) ♫
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In some little lair right where greenery met ocean, secluded from any clan, lived a Guardian and his Pearlcatcher charge. She was happy to live by themselves, not connected to any group or deity, spending all her time mixing potions while her nestmate gathered food and ingredients for them. It was a simple life, but they had each other, and it was hard to ask for anything more.

Even so, she couldn't help but think that there was something missing in their lives.. the sound of little claws on the wooden floor, or the soft flapping of small wings from just outside. She'd tried to convince the Guardian before, but he rather shyly noted his distinct lack of beard and reminded her of why they lived so far from society in the first place. He'd felt rather upset by his physical failings, so when he went on hunts into the forest, he always kept his eyes peeled, secretly hoping for some not-quite-abandoned nest..

His luck changed one stormy night, briskly making his way back to their little place when he spotted it. Lying in a little pit half-full of water from the rain, just barely covered by leaves- a poor attempt at protecting it- was an egg like he'd never seen before. So many strange bumps and ridges on its shell, but it was definitely an egg. With an excitement he hadn't felt since he found his charge, he carefully tucked the egg in some of the large leaves and rushed home as fast as he could.

He practically shook the hut with his entrance, soaked from the weather, but grinning so wide. The Pearlcatcher carefully took and unwrapped the bundle of leaves, tears welling up in her eyes at the sight. She'd never seen anything like this either, but they embraced each other, their new egg tucked safely between them.

Things were going well, and if either of them knew anything about eggs, this one was to hatch soon. She could hardly put it down, carrying it almost as much as she carried her pearl. It rested on her hip when she was at the cauldron, or in her lap when she was eating, or tucked between them both when sleeping. This was a very happy life indeed.

Until another storm struck. This one was worse than the one they found the egg in, harsh winds and heavy rain shaking their little place with them shivering inside. She'd been cooking in the cauldron when it hit, but was fairly certain the food was a lost cause when the shaking caused various non-edible ingredients to fall into the mix before she could catch them. And with one particularly strong gust, the Guardian was knocked into the Pearlcatcher, sending the egg she'd been holding out of her arms..

And directly into the pot. After the noise died down, the silence was deafening, the lack of weight in her hands feeling heavier in her heart than anything. She'd begun to be consoled by her nestmate, when the noise started up again, only this time it came from the cauldron. It was rocking back and forth, boiling despite no fire underneath, splashing some of its now glowing green contents onto the floor. They held each other in shock as magic began emanating from the mix, sending up sparks of green and blue energy, eventually erupting in a bright flash which sent more strange liquid flying onto every nearby surface.

When they could see again, the first thing they noticed was the egg shell in the soup- broken in half and completely empty. The second thing, was the hatchling laying perfectly content on the floor in front of them.. and everything strange about it. It simply.. wasn't all dragon. Either they had accidentally created an entirely new species, or some of the ingredients in that soup had managed to become fused with the little thing. There seemed to be some invertebrate, aquatic, and plant-like qualities about it, along with the clear, liquid-filled pouch running along its stomach, what seemed like patches of fabric instead of scales, and wings made of sludge just barely holding together.

And it seemed.. the cauldron had taken a liking to it.

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