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Norca

(#65209473)

Level 4 Gaoler

Familiar

Plantation Pincher

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

10.97 m

Wingspan

6.36 m

Weight

9905.21 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Wasp (Gaoler)

Ultramarine
Daub (Gaoler)

Sky
Fans (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Nov 18, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 4 Gaoler

EXP: 567 / 4027

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

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Clan Role/Quote

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The female Imperial soared high over the coast, combing the waterline below her for the glint of sun on metal. As the clan’s electrician, she was in constant need of scrap metal with which to repair all of her inventions. Although the water always made her a little nervous due to the electric current that ran through her scales, the shore was the best place to collect metal scraps that washed in with the tide. Still, Short-circuit maintained a high altitude as she flew, keeping one wary eye on the water.

The hours passed by uneventfully, but just as she was preparing to head home with her meager haul, she spotted something else emerging from the crashing waves and onto the sand: a Gaoler. He stumbled onto the shore, took a few wobbling steps, then promptly collapsed. Despite her fear of the ocean, Short-circuit knew she had to help-- she couldn’t just leave him there. Angling her wings into a dive, the female alighted on dry sand and called out to the dark shape a few feet away. At first, there was no response, and Short-circuit began to wonder if he might be dead. But then, she saw his chest rise and fall, and slowly, the male lifted his enormous head, saltwater dripping from his mane.

“Hi there!” Short-circuit called in greeting. “Do you need help? Are you ok?”

The male didn’t respond at first, then opened his mouth and regurgitated a cascade of seawater onto the sand. He tried to stand, but his legs shook with strain. Instinctually, Short-circuit reached out to steady him and -- ZAP! -- both dragons were knocked to the ground. The Gaoler bore the brunt of the damage, given his entire body was soaking wet. Short-circuit sprang to her feet, frantically scanning the Gaoler’s now-unconscious form for any signs of life. His chest rose and fell, and Short-circuit breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was still alive, there was a chance her clan healer could save him. But how would she get him to her clan in time without touching his body? Putting her creative brain to work, Short-circuit fashioned a kind of stretcher out of kelp and driftwood, then carefully nudged the still unconscious male onto it with another piece of driftwood. He was heavy, but her size as an Imperial worked to her advantage, and Short-circuit managed to get the unfortunate Gaoler to her clan without too much trouble.

Thankfully, the healer deemed his injuries minor and concluded that the male had likely collapsed from sheer exhaustion. How far had he been swimming?, Short-circuit thought to herself.

Norca awoke several days later in a strange den, warm and dry and feeling surprisingly well-rested. He seemed to remember being electrocuted, which also seemed odd, although he couldn’t recall what had happened or how he’d ended up in this place. Rolling over, Norca realized suddenly that he was not alone. A large Imperial slumbered by his side, her strangely-patterned electric-green scales glowing in the dim light. Like the tide, Norca’s memories came rushing back and he let out an involuntary yelp, scrambling to put more distance between them.

Short-circuit awoke at the noise and let out a yawn before noticing Norca’s wide-eyed expression and rushing to explain. As she spoke, Norca began to relax, realizing that she had meant him no harm and in fact, had probably saved his life. He tried to thank her, but the charismatic Imperial brushed him off, looking slightly embarrassed and making a hasty exit, claiming she had urgent duties to attend to. Norca decided he liked her. Although his life on the mainland had gotten off to a bit of a rocky start, Norca had an odd feeling that he had ended up exactly where he was meant to be.

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Lore by Xayxayx | Assets by Ecci__-

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