Yuma
(#65792438)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Yellow-Throated Sparrowmouse
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.05 m
Wingspan
3.36 m
Weight
116.7 kg
Genetics
Driftwood
Stitched
Stitched
Sunset
Clouded
Clouded
Pumpkin
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Two scarecrows appear in front of you, their giggling and snorts filling the autumnal air. They spiral and twist in on themselves like tangles of corn hair. The sprawling fields of harvest they reign over match their erratic movements, rustling as if they too were laughing along.
“Oh, hello,“ the first one says. His almond eyes sparkled with mischief as they close in.
“Oh my, a guest,” the second one chuckles. What the joke is you do not know.
They circle you, inspecting bits of your garments, their never ending joke interrupted by small comments,
“Oh my, what a color. Say, what dye do you think this is Yuma?”
“Oh, what lovely stitching Rey. Say, what stitch is this? Whip perhaps?”
“Oh no, that must be ladder. Whip goes up and around my dear.”
“Oh yes of course. How silly of me.”
“Oh my, what lovely scales. Say, is this more of a vermillion, or tomato?”
“Oh well Rey my dear that must be tomato.”
“Oh yes of course. How silly of me.
“Oh it is quite alright dear. Tomato is a hard color to spot.”
“Oh yes absolutely, but it is a favorite you know.”
“Oh yes absolutely, a favorite indeed.”
You continue to stand, their small nails never fully touching you. Merely observing, admiring, as if you were not truly there. They never seem to address you, only your existence to each other. In time, their comments stop, and they look right at you. Their almond eyes twinkling like twin stars, round like gooseberries and full of that secret joke you can’t find.
“Oh my, you must be thirsty” said the one named Yuma.
“Oh yes, and hungry.” The one named Rey added.
“Oh my, so thirsty and hungry indeed.”
“Oh yes, no argument my dear. Who wouldn’t be?”
And thus they continued, giggling and snorting and commenting on everything to each other. Though they gave you some fresh pumpkin juice and a feast of harvest, you never get anything else. As you leave, as the fields of autumn fade behind you, that strange, secret joke they keep laughing to is whisked away by the wind. You may not remember who they were, and you may not ever understand them, but you remember the smells and tastes of those autumnal fields, that foreign feeling of home, that twinkling of desire, and most of all, you’ll remember the honey of happy laughter.
“Oh, hello,“ the first one says. His almond eyes sparkled with mischief as they close in.
“Oh my, a guest,” the second one chuckles. What the joke is you do not know.
They circle you, inspecting bits of your garments, their never ending joke interrupted by small comments,
“Oh my, what a color. Say, what dye do you think this is Yuma?”
“Oh, what lovely stitching Rey. Say, what stitch is this? Whip perhaps?”
“Oh no, that must be ladder. Whip goes up and around my dear.”
“Oh yes of course. How silly of me.”
“Oh my, what lovely scales. Say, is this more of a vermillion, or tomato?”
“Oh well Rey my dear that must be tomato.”
“Oh yes of course. How silly of me.
“Oh it is quite alright dear. Tomato is a hard color to spot.”
“Oh yes absolutely, but it is a favorite you know.”
“Oh yes absolutely, a favorite indeed.”
You continue to stand, their small nails never fully touching you. Merely observing, admiring, as if you were not truly there. They never seem to address you, only your existence to each other. In time, their comments stop, and they look right at you. Their almond eyes twinkling like twin stars, round like gooseberries and full of that secret joke you can’t find.
“Oh my, you must be thirsty” said the one named Yuma.
“Oh yes, and hungry.” The one named Rey added.
“Oh my, so thirsty and hungry indeed.”
“Oh yes, no argument my dear. Who wouldn’t be?”
And thus they continued, giggling and snorting and commenting on everything to each other. Though they gave you some fresh pumpkin juice and a feast of harvest, you never get anything else. As you leave, as the fields of autumn fade behind you, that strange, secret joke they keep laughing to is whisked away by the wind. You may not remember who they were, and you may not ever understand them, but you remember the smells and tastes of those autumnal fields, that foreign feeling of home, that twinkling of desire, and most of all, you’ll remember the honey of happy laughter.
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Exalting Yuma to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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