Xuxanda
(#69848784)
Lady of the guttery
Grey
Greybeak Reaper
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.22 m
Wingspan
24.61 m
Weight
7987.09 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Python
Python
Abyss
Noxtide
Noxtide
Fog
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Xuxanda is best described as a rose; a dragoness with power and respectable poise, but with a nature that is damaging when it wants to be. Her father, a powerful prince the semblance of aquatic resilience, taught her toughness as much as her mysterious mother taught her creativity.
The overarching culmination of these teachings manifested themselves as one gift the young nobledragoness would find herself rooted to for the rest of her life.
Her garden. A sanctum of gothic beauty, which only she and her most beloved were blessed to enter. How rosy creepers dominated the silvery trellises; how delicate trees of butcher's fig flourished, ripe and well; how chickweeds, carnaval tulips and bloody snapdragons created blockades of sweet scent and dazzling colour throughout the so called "Xuxanda dominion". When it was first established for her by her loving parents, her young self was desperately overcome with the purest joy. She absorbed the colors, smells and tastes her kingdom had to offer, spending hours at a time within her new charge, showing every inch of it intense care and attention.
And then, as is the order of all, things began to change. As the cloud of childhood oblivion shed off of Xuxanda- like the bud of the rose she was destined to become- she was soon to learn of horror her family was grounded upon. The horrors of her mother's past, which caused her to scream and wail because of a pain it hurt Xuxanda to be oblivious to, and the horrors kept hidden by her father that was so painfully intertwined with the entities that threatened to destroy and tear apart Sornieth, petal by petal. The sheer grief struck her like a blight. And it struck her garden, too. It suffered, as she suffered. The Rosy creepers grew like rivulets of blood to the ground, as she her tears did the same. The fruits of her fig tree were sickly, and fell to the ground as sad stones, as the hatchlings she worked so hard to incubate quickly wilted away. From a pleasant rose bush, she quickly established herself as a fortress of thorns.
Lore thread
The overarching culmination of these teachings manifested themselves as one gift the young nobledragoness would find herself rooted to for the rest of her life.
Her garden. A sanctum of gothic beauty, which only she and her most beloved were blessed to enter. How rosy creepers dominated the silvery trellises; how delicate trees of butcher's fig flourished, ripe and well; how chickweeds, carnaval tulips and bloody snapdragons created blockades of sweet scent and dazzling colour throughout the so called "Xuxanda dominion". When it was first established for her by her loving parents, her young self was desperately overcome with the purest joy. She absorbed the colors, smells and tastes her kingdom had to offer, spending hours at a time within her new charge, showing every inch of it intense care and attention.
And then, as is the order of all, things began to change. As the cloud of childhood oblivion shed off of Xuxanda- like the bud of the rose she was destined to become- she was soon to learn of horror her family was grounded upon. The horrors of her mother's past, which caused her to scream and wail because of a pain it hurt Xuxanda to be oblivious to, and the horrors kept hidden by her father that was so painfully intertwined with the entities that threatened to destroy and tear apart Sornieth, petal by petal. The sheer grief struck her like a blight. And it struck her garden, too. It suffered, as she suffered. The Rosy creepers grew like rivulets of blood to the ground, as she her tears did the same. The fruits of her fig tree were sickly, and fell to the ground as sad stones, as the hatchlings she worked so hard to incubate quickly wilted away. From a pleasant rose bush, she quickly established herself as a fortress of thorns.
Lore thread
Drayners wrote:
Xuxanda is *spooky* in the best of ways! She looks gothic and elegant, like the widow of a mysteriously deceased noble. I only wish that she had some lore on her page so I could get to know her a little bit better! However, she is obviously loved, her familiar is great, and her apparel is stunning. 8/10!
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