anteater's dragon Parable

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

15.03 m

Wingspan

14.41 m

Weight

9563.43 kg

Genetics

Beige
Pharaoh

Murk
Morph

Amber
Stained

Hatchday

Apr 08, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

PARABLE
Lies and Lies and The Truth in Twisted Riddles

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Occupation
Age
Alignment

Crypt keeper
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Lawful Neutral

Orient.
Gender
Pronouns

Aro/ace
Male
It / He / They

Gilded are the halls they uncover high in the kingdom of the Earthshaker. The crust of the earth breaks open like a ripe fruit, the sand running off the splinters like honey-golden juice. It is going to itch beneath the scales of the explores for years to come, bite at the inside of their eyelids in the early mornings. Scales yet to fall

Parable himself doesn't feel the sand at all. Did it ever delay his work? He doesn't think so, doesn't recall his tomes and treasures ever knowing the touch of moisture. It's sand and bonedust in his halls of stale and dusty darkness. Flakes under his claws when he conducts his studies; his mournful sermons. The curiosity was traded years ago for certainty; the elation of the ritual repeating

It's all that's left now. The dust and the gold slick and dark under his thumbs. Unseen words and windows no light has fallen through in … god, how long have these halls been under his protection?
Has he ever been needed as a protector?

Did he know the rush of blood before this newest batch of intruders entered his sealed and forgotten kingdom? No, no, he doesn't think so. There has never been any sign of it save the dried reliefs in neat lines over the sandstone. His claws have traced their edges in the dark. The crypts aren't gilded in the honor of whoever owned the heart that pumped this blood through living veins. They were dust and forgotten memories before they hit the floor, the waves ground their bones to nothing when he ventured into the night and disposed of them:

These halls were not welded in their honor

They weren't raised for him either. Not a word in his heavy tomes was placed for him. The words roll of his tongue, foreign and foretold and in the darkness stirs- nothing. The darkness is complete about him, the sand has blown heavy against the stained glass windows. He sees nothing, knows nothing but the words over the pages and his fingers tracing their indents in the dark like he could somehow catch the thought and halt it. Nothing has moved along the crypt walls for centuries that wasn't part of him

Were there in some distant, hazy before a part of him that feared the darkness as it crept forward from the corners of the crypt? Back before the sandstorms raged and the skin of this, his glittering dusty hide grew harsh and impenetrable. Before the entrance caved and the smell of wet earth for a brief century colored the very air

If so, he fears no more. The things that do not move in the dark with him leave him be. He is the lone sentinel over their restless graves, the herald of their faint futures. As long as the crypt keeper lets their left-behind words drip like honey and milk from his tongue, they yet have the right to remain hidden in the dark

When they pry open his tomb, with voices loud and shrill - he cowers not from the light. He stands ready at the entrance, scorched by light he has not seen traces of for … for- what is time to a thing like him. The gold and the sand run between his scales like slithering snakes when he moves.

What's buried here is his to protect

>Speaks in a monotone, melodic tone

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