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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.57 m
Wingspan
0.67 m
Weight
1.35 kg
Genetics
White
Fade (Veilspun)
Fade (Veilspun)
Sanguine
Saturn (Veilspun)
Saturn (Veilspun)
Cherry
Crackle (Veilspun)
Crackle (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Veilspun
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
10
DEF
5
QCK
51
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
5
Biography
Back from training, Poinsettia has a better sense of who she is now, and just how important her role is. Thanks to her trainer, a sense of pride.
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Poinsettia: We came out here because "Polite Society" had issues with a female dragon engaging so heartily in the coliseum who basically looks like me. As if I have a choice in how I was born!
They have no issue with Jetstream, however she finds that they treat her different from what she has confided in me.
Jetstream: Yeah! I get ticked off at the whole thing. You would think that the way they depend on us to bring in treasure, resources for materials, food, etc, they would appreciate what we do! But, in reality, they don't. They all look down on us as if we are not at the same levels they are of importance. As if our ranks are beneath them!
Arandal: Well, I see the value of both of you! And, was more than willing to move wherever we need to in support of Poinsettia!
The coliseum ran wine-dark with the fallen foes around them, the mire's dense murk growing yet more unpleasant, as the scent of iron and bog filled their senses. From deeper within, a blue-tinged mass of amphibious form approached the clearing they'd sullied with the bodies of so many crocodiliforms. Perhaps, Surrok supposed, it comes to take the bounty of food for itself.
"The high society that rejected you doesn't know what it's missing," he spoke, a sense of pride as he watched his newest apprentice tear down one of the less easily conquered foes. "I don't know that you needed my help to grow stronger; you seem to do just fine on your own."
Kicks that tore at the thicker skin of the wartoad; "for now, you'll still need to help me fight this beast- let the young one collect the spoils of previous battles, come here and help me tear it down!"
He did not need telling twice; lunging at the beast, and drawing its ire away from his apprentice, the battle was quick to end. To rest now would be to lose sight of their goal; in spite of the pains of fighting such a thing, they were still not half so hurt as the felled beast of the mire. "Come along, little trainee," they spoke to the third in the party, who cowered behind a tree. "There's more still to fight in here."
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Poinsettia: We came out here because "Polite Society" had issues with a female dragon engaging so heartily in the coliseum who basically looks like me. As if I have a choice in how I was born!
They have no issue with Jetstream, however she finds that they treat her different from what she has confided in me.
Jetstream: Yeah! I get ticked off at the whole thing. You would think that the way they depend on us to bring in treasure, resources for materials, food, etc, they would appreciate what we do! But, in reality, they don't. They all look down on us as if we are not at the same levels they are of importance. As if our ranks are beneath them!
Arandal: Well, I see the value of both of you! And, was more than willing to move wherever we need to in support of Poinsettia!
The coliseum ran wine-dark with the fallen foes around them, the mire's dense murk growing yet more unpleasant, as the scent of iron and bog filled their senses. From deeper within, a blue-tinged mass of amphibious form approached the clearing they'd sullied with the bodies of so many crocodiliforms. Perhaps, Surrok supposed, it comes to take the bounty of food for itself.
"The high society that rejected you doesn't know what it's missing," he spoke, a sense of pride as he watched his newest apprentice tear down one of the less easily conquered foes. "I don't know that you needed my help to grow stronger; you seem to do just fine on your own."
Kicks that tore at the thicker skin of the wartoad; "for now, you'll still need to help me fight this beast- let the young one collect the spoils of previous battles, come here and help me tear it down!"
He did not need telling twice; lunging at the beast, and drawing its ire away from his apprentice, the battle was quick to end. To rest now would be to lose sight of their goal; in spite of the pains of fighting such a thing, they were still not half so hurt as the felled beast of the mire. "Come along, little trainee," they spoke to the third in the party, who cowered behind a tree. "There's more still to fight in here."
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