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Apex

(#69365308)

"Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold."

Familiar

Sorrowsnow Bulemoth

Energy: 47/50

Personal Style

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Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.02 m

Wingspan

4.29 m

Weight

696.63 kg

Genetics

Lead
Fade

Lead
Blend

Cyan
Veined

Hatchday

May 15, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Lightning
Bright

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Perun
Rai

Offspring

none

Biography

Apex the Spiresmith
Clan Photovoltaic Installation Specialist | Master Salvage Engineer

MATE

“You are not to speak to her,” the foreman reiterates, twisting his head to give you the most withering gaze you do believe you’ve received. But you’ve been given a chance–a very, very important one. So, you nod frantically, claws clicking along the metal platform he leads you across. “Her work is far too important to be interrupted by trainees. No…by anyone,” he continues, rounding a sharp corner. You gaze over it…it’s a long way down. Swallowing, you trot to catch up.

A voice calls from above. Your heart swells with a certain kind of pride, your pace slowing only momentarily to listen. Orders, resolute, as exciting as the static electricity crawling across your scales. Even the foreman slows to allow your attention to be drawn. Finally, he manages a smirk–and it’s almost pleasant. “Come, now. You’ll be hearing that quite a bit from now on. We’re almost there.”

The inner workings are deafening, the rush of bodies something to behold. Fae crawl through ducts to their stations, their frills massive and surging with electricity that twirls all the way to their tails. Your eyes immediately begin to scan, tail twitching eagerly. There. There she was.

The Spiresmith. And she was just as amazing as your associates had promised. Balancing on poles and beams that seemed far too small, it was hatchling’s play to her, ferociously glowing claws digging directly into the metal in some places. Slowly, up and down, her long tail balanced a small pearl that she adjusted at least three times since you began to watch. Well–some things never changed. You smile, rounding the first set of stairs upward.

Even through the cacophony, you can hear her metallic implants whirring and clicking with her work. She needed no tools–she was a tool–and a magnificent one. A running leap, and she is on a beam a full three lower than she had been before. Adjustments are made. The Ridgeback in front of you twists his tail, obviously just as delighted as you yourself are.

Her movements are seamless, save for the incredibly brief moments she slows. A clockwork doll, like the first one you made…that’s what it reminds you of. Thoughtfully, you tip your head…and realize she’s now watching back. Your heart pulses into your throat, and you barely register the suddenly very professional voice from in front of you. “The new associate,” the foreman offers, keeping his words brief. “May he be of use to y–”

“Get up here–bring those infusion rods with you. Don’t drop a single one, or you’ll blow the place sky-high.”

Blinking, it takes a moment to register what’s just happened. Eyes, expectant even shrouded behind goggles, narrow. A challenge.

“Well, what are you–”

The rods already gathered swiftly in the tight grip of your tail, you move without second thought. Bobbing and weaving, your wings spread to balance. Move, just like you had seen. Just like her. It’s a bit tough, at first–your claws cannot melt through metal, but given time…perhaps you can be lucky enough to receive a blessing such as that. You reach her in only a moment, which considering your inexperience on such shaky ground…well. It was the best you could do, at least for the moment. You extend your tail, offering your precious cargo to her waiting claws.

“Come with me. These take a delicate claw.” She moves her own, with a firm emphasis. Once. Twice. Your own follows, flawlessly, afterward. One of her ears flick, and she nods. “Just what I expected of your kind. Now come, come. We’ve work to do. Consider this your crash course. Don’t cry if you fall.”

The foreman, still standing flabbergasted below, clears his throat. You resist the urge to smile at him, taking off after the Spiresmith, whose pace does not slow on your behalf. You were given a chance, after all. And as you study her movements, you promise to make the best of it.

The Pearlcatcher’s chest swells as another cry from above echoes across the metallic walls. That, you muse, you do not need to mimic.

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