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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.58 m
Wingspan
0.67 m
Weight
2.39 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Shell (Veilspun)
Shell (Veilspun)
Shadow
Web (Veilspun)
Web (Veilspun)
Mauve
Branches (Veilspun)
Branches (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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Dense overgrowth has been her constant cover for most of her life. The sun never really shines through the dense canopy, only penetrating with meager pinpricks of sunlight that seem to stretch for her but never quite make it far. The overwhelming aroma of petrichor never dissipates and always lingers, and so does Muave’s knowledge of all the herbs and plants and roots that scatter around her home. The understanding of the herbs and their uses are all of second nature to her. Plodding through the forest, she searches, eyes peeled and darting, never staying on a branch or leaf for long. She looks on the ground for a herb, its image imprinted in her head. Her proto manticore pines for the plant too, at her side wandering through the mossy earth. A woven rattan basket swings by her side, as well as a lantern clinking softly, bathing the two in a warm, gold glow as they weave in and out through trees that loom over them. It is always dark here. Invisible creatures dart about, but none startle the two companions as they continue their search, unbothered. It all might seem intimidating, but to Muave, it is peaceful. It is what she does. She travels in search of new medicine for dragons. A herbalist, the others would call her. She’d call herself one with nature. The different kinds of herbs splayed out on the ground were familiar to her. Light’s breath to uplift one’s spirits. Blue entoloma for sleep; handle with care and avoid sniffing lest be drowsed to sleep instantly. The radiant blood spath bud for nourishment; but to be consumed in moderation. As she wraps her claws around a stalk of chickweed, a sense of deja vu washes over her. There was once she had met a peculiar banescale whose eyes leaked with the plague. In the dim sunset of a summer evening she had met Yersinia, who despite her condition never once snarled nor snapped but smiled and bumbled on about her life story. Muave was intrigued; she had never met a dragon like her before. She had brewed a potent cup of Chickweed tea for her new friend, who seemed to be of liking to her two other familiars who nestled in the banescale’s wings as she explained about her eyesight which created an incessant itch. Muave smiles at the memory. Today’s chickweed was for her store, however. She never really stayed in one place, always roaming Sornieth in search of items of medicinal value. Always welcomed by neighboring territories, her seasoned understanding for such a craft only expanded and Muave found herself rarely at home in the Shrieking Wilds anymore. Not that she disliked it. Filling her lungs with fresh air in the sanctuary of nature was what she craved for whenever she shut the door behind her in her small hut crowded with shelves and hanging herbs. After twisting a few more chickweeds off their roots with the help of her familiar, the proto manticore, she tosses them in the basket and trudges off, back to a makeshift den in a nook by a cave in the Nature territory. Muave will not answer you if you ask her about her past. She will shy away with a terse shake of her head, her locks swaying in the momentum. Aside from the secrecy that shrouds her history, she still makes for an excellent herbalist with profound knowledge of botany hidden amongst the branches and bushes of the Shrieking Wilds. Ask her where she stays, she’ll reply with nowhere. Muave does not belong to a place, but belongs in nature, where she will frolic amongst the flora and fauna of Sornieth.  | ____________ |
Muave
Lore by StarryLune
code by Archaic #19153
List of her favourite medical and herbal items
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Highly Caloric; used to help under-weight dragons gain weight aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Sleep Aid; used to help dragons fall asleep aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Antibiotic; commonly used for cuts/wounds aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Itch Relief; used to cure any unwanted scratching/rashes aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Stomachache Relief; used to cure any stomach problems aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Cure All; commonly used to cure any disease/rash aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Headache Relief; used to help revive memories and improve moods aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Heartache Relief; used to heal a broken/wounded heart. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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A cool, favorable plant that can be consumed to help aid a number of maladies such as indigestion, nausea, colds, and headaches. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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