Etelok
(#65732592)
Level 1 Banescale
Familiar
Centaur Archer
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Banescale
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.47 m
Wingspan
6.31 m
Weight
557 kg
Genetics
Grapefruit
Metallic (Banescale)
Metallic (Banescale)
Forest
Toxin (Banescale)
Toxin (Banescale)
Vermilion
Plumage (Banescale)
Plumage (Banescale)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
ornamental bird
blackglass outpost
The shadier caravanners deal exotic "animals" you are quite sure are really - well. There's no way to tell, in the dark of the desert night, with the animals' cages all blanketed and the seller insistent in their midst. No, no, banescales? A myth. Extinct. This, here, is only a beautiful bird. "Only!" Ha! It is rarer than any in this world, and its song inflames the coldest muse and dimmest hearth, but it is no dragon. See? One look dispels your doubts. It is not that you are convinced - it is more you are converted; for anything as beautiful as this must be either animal - too primal and pure to be offended - or God itself, and surely God could tell you if it did not wish to be bought.
blackglass outpost
The shadier caravanners deal exotic "animals" you are quite sure are really - well. There's no way to tell, in the dark of the desert night, with the animals' cages all blanketed and the seller insistent in their midst. No, no, banescales? A myth. Extinct. This, here, is only a beautiful bird. "Only!" Ha! It is rarer than any in this world, and its song inflames the coldest muse and dimmest hearth, but it is no dragon. See? One look dispels your doubts. It is not that you are convinced - it is more you are converted; for anything as beautiful as this must be either animal - too primal and pure to be offended - or God itself, and surely God could tell you if it did not wish to be bought.
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It is Kirven who finds them, skulking on the edges of Blackglass- shady outposts are not generally their domain; dragons make rotten deals whether or not Hollowmoon is involved. But Charin has asked her to poke around for anything... particularly unusual. There are, as always, few details. Apparently, she'll recognize it if she sees it. If they haven't already moved on.
She can't help but wonder if someone from Meirn noticed something. The port city sees all kinds of people coming and going, and even if Charin has tried to keep it on the down-low, Kirven knows she has contacts in one of the groups there. She's a spy for a reason.
So with a painted-dull hide and knife-sharp eye, the skydancer makes her way through the outpost. Other dragons give her a wide berth, and do not meet her gaze.
And: there it is. Charin was right, though she nearly was not. It is only a shift in fabric and glint of brilliance in firelight that make all the difference.
She doesn't approach the caravan's keepers right away. Blackglass is going to be moving soon, and they're packing up- she's got a right opportunity in the chaos of it all. There are a few carts everyone seems to be giving a wide berth, square and covered in thick cloth- Kirven, of course, makes a beeline for them.
She carefully measures her breath as she slinks into the shadow of one of the carts and nudges the covering aside. It's so heavy- designed not to let any light in or out. She realizes this as she peers blindly into near pitch-dark inside the cart. There's hardly any light coming in from the crack she's made, and none from anywhere else.
Well.
No one's noticed her yet. She's pressed tight to the side of the cart, and it's all the way on the edge of the camp. She pats a claw across the side of it and- oh. This isn't just an ordinary cart. There are bars, running up and down at regular intervals: this is a cage.
And a cage seemingly made for something much larger than herself. Her mind's racing, trying to find a solution, trying to figure out what might be kept in here, when the cage begins to move.
Aaaaaand that's going to cause problems. Without even thinking, Kirven shoves aside the blanket and practically throws herself between the cage's bars.
Without even thinking being the imperative. The cage rattles, chunks, and settles into a roll, and then, right beside her, something begins to move.
Of course, Kirven curses. Something much larger than herself.
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