Esindre
(#71002872)
Voiceless Speaker
Timandra
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.89 m
Wingspan
6.81 m
Weight
738.27 kg
Genetics
Grape
Flaunt
Flaunt
Coal
Butterfly
Butterfly
Silver
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Yen's Theme (because it's such a good theme) |
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Protest! I must protest! I want to stay with them! My mummy and siblings! Say something! No words come. She can only hiss and screech as her siblings wonder off in different directions, her eldest simply watching with dismissal in his eyes. Damn you! Don't let this happen! Why are you letting this happen? Where's mummy? She thrashes in a struggle to be stay with her brother only to be unceremoniously thrown out into the world. The sound of the great doors creaking on their hinges and the final slam of the heavy wood and locks tell her all she needs. The castle is now closed and she is left helplessly throwing herself at the doors, a wailing screech her only cry to be brought back into the the safety of its halls. Only after hours of crying does she finally accept that she has no other choice. I will tear this world down and reshape it as I see fit. I will make them pay for abandoning me. Damn them all! A pox on them all! No trace of her siblings can be found. She is completely alone in this. Eyes hard focused on the road in front of her, her mind churning with rage and pain and frustration. What have I done to deserve this? What does that tosser get out of this? Is this just some form of entertainment for him? I'll show him! I'll just take advantage of this form and then take him! So lost in her thoughts of how she would torture the one she picked up simply being called variations of Lord that she failed to hear the procession of soldiers marching toward her until she was pushed to the ground and aside. "Move away! Make way for her Ladyship!" The burly Gaoler's voice rumbled deep as she marched, a hardened eye locked on her as he moves past. No one quite knows what exactly happened. There was a loud cry, curses being spat, clashing of steel and magic, and a bright flash followed swiftly by a moment of pain and darkness. A long, quiet darkness. Finally, the sound of dripping and hum of energy become present. Her senses taking in that stench of moisture, rot, and rust hung in the air. Water dripped from somewhere and the sound of vermin skittering around seemed to mingle and echo forever. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded her, traces of heat could be detected in various places among the cold stones. Everything ached, her head especially. The only memories were that of her being tossed into the world, traveling along a road, and a massive Gaoler shoving her to the ground. Did she do something to me? I feel heavy. Why? A quick glance and attempt to move answered for her. Her restraints were strong, wings bound tightly to her body with runic seals, rune steel shackled her legs and neck so she remained in a crouched pose, a rune etched silver muzzle was bound around her maw. She was being kept like some wild animal. With fury building she struggled, her tail lashed wildly behind her as she couldn't move the rest of her body. Anger building, she felt something welling up inside her that begged to be released. She attempted to release this strange feeling only to suddenly feel herself become exhausted and that power drained. I want to go home! I want my mummy! I want to see my brother! She cried out in her head as tears fell from her eyes. She may as well just accept she would die her in this contraption. "So she finally awakens. No knowledge of what she is or what she did, only unbridled power. Poor dearie. Marceline, please, give her some energy so I may speak with her." "I speak simply out of respect Majesty but, she's too wild. If I so much as give her a tiny amount of my energy she'll bring the entire palace down on our heads. She might even turn this entire land into a smoldering crater. What could you possibly hope to discuss with a wild-born dragon?" "Believe me, there is much to discuss. I was like her before, remember? We are kindred spirits. Just bind her to your source and cut it off if you must." "If you so insist, my Lady." With a jolt, her heart started once more as she was pulled from her torpor. The feeling of overwhelming power struggled to surge as though it was bound tightly as her limbs. She could feel it, coursing through her veins and very soul, the life blood that might very well tear her apart burned within. Fear and panic began to creep into her mind as she whimpered. What hells had she been thrust into? What had that blinding light that made her eyes burn like molten metal had been poured across her face? What was real and what was simply born from the frenzy? Questions swarmed her fractured mind like hornets in a fury. "Poor thing, still your thoughts. I know your fear." Voice so gentle and soothing like salve to a burn, tender as a soft breeze. A touch that caused her to flinch at first quickly became a welcomed comfort. Through her sharp senses and her eyes she took in the metallic black void contrasted by shimmering gold with shifting red eyes along a serpentine body. A gentle face smiled as the massive being before her lowered her head to be level with her, red eyes bore deep as if looking straight through her. The kindly face betrayed by such piercing eyes searched for something. "You're an interesting little one, so young and feral. The world is terrifying and it's hard to let go of the need to survive. You must let go of that need. The wilds will not hunt you here, sweet one." Confusion. What were the wilds and why would they hunt her? How was she feral? What was it to be feral? She tried to speak only for a whimper to escape her maw. The words tickled her tongue but refused to hold together, disintegrating into animalistic noise. The runes upon the silver muzzle softly pulsed, in her peripheral she could see a hulking, masked form flinch at the pulse. Her eyes began to well with tears as fear gave way to resignation at the idea of begin tortured. The Imperial before her was quick to try and sooth her; long body and great wings coiling and folding around her in an attempt to shield her from everything else. "No tears, small one. There's no need for that here. We need you to focus so we can temper your wild energy to avoid you injuring yourself. Listen to my voice and focus, little one." MORE LORE MORE |
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This is the best I have for trying to get her colors to match. Hurray for all the oranges/reds. The first of the quintuplets to get a like, but the most uncertain of them as to who'll actually keep her.
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