Artemis
(#69641909)
It was fine before, but now it's staring to get to you.
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.02 m
Wingspan
3.46 m
Weight
256.66 kg
Genetics
Copper
Jaguar
Jaguar
Latte
Shimmer
Shimmer
Copper
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
Helping Israphel prepare the clans meals at the dining hall was meant to be temporary, then she got invested. It was only after that she became trapped.
There was petty drama before, strife between the dragons of conflicting interest, those who grew weary of the large imperial who slept in the streets or of the green tundra and her small pack of feral dragons that followed her around like loyal dogs and not dragons succumb to the nature of plague. Hazards created some more mundane than others, she helped where she could ensuring Dominion had hideaways where she could rest asking Labby to convince her followers to at least remain in the outside area of the buildings, though exceptions were made for some of the more familiar of her companions. Then a dragon died, she was a stranger to many here, but not to Artemis and not to those who had heard the rumors of her. The sick imperial beneath our feet and her experiments that still torment a handful of the outposts' resistance. She had seen this all first hand of course, the cruelties the dragon had committed, but Art had also been forced to witness the cruelties placed on her in turn. The revenge was deserved, it was justice after all, but they took it too far. They killed her, collapsed her tunnels and killed her children. Perhaps it was because Art was one of the few to ever see the children, thin wyrms patternless with eyes that could never be hidden for what they were. The impossible. She fell into a pit of primal imperials, an emperor in the making, but they were loved. There was no cruelty left in the dragon they killed, it had been stripped from her with time and with each impossible goal she conquered, those that she was not ever meant to reach by her own design. She was never supposed to get this far, and she made the effort to go no further, yet these dragons had taken that away from her, they killed her alongside her children, and they birthed the emperor buried beneath our feet. There is anger and there is rage, but she has passed that now, tonight she mourns.
If she had the option she would leave, but the work is easy and her brother lives here. He doesn’t have that option. So she is trapped with dragons she fears. Not all of them participated in the slaughter, not all of them supported it either, but there are many here that wish for their own revenge and she has learned to fear them.
Sam’s town - the killers
There was petty drama before, strife between the dragons of conflicting interest, those who grew weary of the large imperial who slept in the streets or of the green tundra and her small pack of feral dragons that followed her around like loyal dogs and not dragons succumb to the nature of plague. Hazards created some more mundane than others, she helped where she could ensuring Dominion had hideaways where she could rest asking Labby to convince her followers to at least remain in the outside area of the buildings, though exceptions were made for some of the more familiar of her companions. Then a dragon died, she was a stranger to many here, but not to Artemis and not to those who had heard the rumors of her. The sick imperial beneath our feet and her experiments that still torment a handful of the outposts' resistance. She had seen this all first hand of course, the cruelties the dragon had committed, but Art had also been forced to witness the cruelties placed on her in turn. The revenge was deserved, it was justice after all, but they took it too far. They killed her, collapsed her tunnels and killed her children. Perhaps it was because Art was one of the few to ever see the children, thin wyrms patternless with eyes that could never be hidden for what they were. The impossible. She fell into a pit of primal imperials, an emperor in the making, but they were loved. There was no cruelty left in the dragon they killed, it had been stripped from her with time and with each impossible goal she conquered, those that she was not ever meant to reach by her own design. She was never supposed to get this far, and she made the effort to go no further, yet these dragons had taken that away from her, they killed her alongside her children, and they birthed the emperor buried beneath our feet. There is anger and there is rage, but she has passed that now, tonight she mourns.
If she had the option she would leave, but the work is easy and her brother lives here. He doesn’t have that option. So she is trapped with dragons she fears. Not all of them participated in the slaughter, not all of them supported it either, but there are many here that wish for their own revenge and she has learned to fear them.
Sam’s town - the killers
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