Leven
(#68675947)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
White Rot Deer
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.43 m
Wingspan
1.28 m
Weight
3.1 kg
Genetics
Coal
Wasp
Wasp
Shadow
Bee
Bee
Moon
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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Leven isn't right, despite what she'll tell you.
That is, if you ever got close enough to hear her speak. Leven lives in the abandoned remains of some old manor. It's insides exposed to the air through rotting wood and broken windowpanes, light filtering through the greenery that has overtaken this old building. It's the perfect place for a dragon that's sapped of life, made of forgetfulness and metal, just living because even Death has forgotten to call her down. Leven almost lives separate from life- unnoticing of the way time moves on without her. She simply creates- a garden of scattered cuttings and grass, automatons of wood and rust and wire, tools built of magic in the shape of dragons. Things that would be fine, if they hadn't been built by her hands. If you were alone, away, decaying without decomposers, magic at your fingertips and none of the mind for the rules that went with it- What would you make? Would you make yourself a friend? [Of forgetfulness, low blood sugar, rainy days, first sentences in first drafts, and listening to your friends.] the sky is not uniform grey. it's dressed in the pales and darks and inbetweens, a color that feels like storms are due and a brightness at the cracks between clouds. the grass is wet, and the rain falls through my hands as i hold them out. i don't need an umbrella anymore. the house is quiet, off-white tiles and old tan carpet. i can hear the muffled yelling and laughter from the elementary school down the street- i can sit and wait at the window as people walk by. the boy who lives in what used to be my room is happy. he tells his mother of stories and scraped knees, and declares that he’ll never grow old. neither will i. the family pet is old, for a pitbull, but she sits still as i pet her. the father jokes that she can see things they can't, sometimes. i wonder if they ever think it's true, when the oven forgets to burn, when the leaves in the yard almost seem to pile up by themselves. i don't quite think that they do- except for during late night sleepovers when every scary story is accented by a breeze. the family really does need to fix the windows, they open too easily. it's no wonder they speak of a chill half the time. some days i think the whole world's been frozen in time, and some days it is. i exist in the in-between spaces, after all- passing periods and 3 am and rainy days. the instant the backyard swing reaches the end of its arc. the spot in the sun in the front room, where everyone tends to fall asleep. the backyard with the outside lights on and the rain pouring down in some sort of melody. i don't need an umbrella anymore.
Written by DoomedIdeas.
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