Vulgran

(#71267844)
Level 1 Veilspun
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Veilspun
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

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Skin

Scene

Measurements

Length
1.31 m
Wingspan
1.06 m
Weight
0.64 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Midnight
Shell (Veilspun)
Midnight
Shell (Veilspun)
Secondary Gene
Midnight
Web (Veilspun)
Midnight
Web (Veilspun)
Tertiary Gene
Spruce
Thorns (Veilspun)
Spruce
Thorns (Veilspun)

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jul 30, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Eye Type
Wind
Common
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
Meditate
Contuse
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

VULGRAN
"No matter what I do, it's probably not legal!"
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STORY
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Raucous laughter carries on the breeze as Vulgran creeps beneath a table, careful not to get crushed underfoot by the dragon sitting at it.

The winds have died down somewhat as the sun sinks below the horizon, leaving the Cloudsong swaying only gently in the sky, but the party around him still goes on as the Wind clan around him celebrates their victory. If he remembers right, the clan had recently won a decisive battle against a rival Arcane clan.

He didn't care too much for the details, however. All he really cared about was that the clan was too distracted with whooping and cheering and digging into extravagant meals to notice one tiny Veilspun in their wake.

The table wobbles with a resounding thump as one of the larger dragons slams what sounds like a metal cup onto its face. Vulgran hisses in the back of his throat and skitters away from another wayward foot, skittering through the crowd. Just a little farther, now. It won't be long until he's on the edge of one of the platforms which holds the (quite large) clan, and then he can do what he's here for.

It's another couple harried minutes of dodging far bigger dragons than him and trying not to get spotted before he makes it to the edge, but although his heart is racing in his chest his mind is perfectly clear. He's done this a hundred times before, and even though the thrill never leaves he won't let it get in the way of what he has to do.

He takes one last moment to scan the space around him, making sure no dragons are in the air to notice him. Nothing. All clear. They're all too busy celebrating with their fellows.

Good.

With deft movements he reaches down and unhooks a vial from around his neck. It's filled with something orange and hot to the touch, so hot it almost burns even through the glass. It thrums and crackles with elemental energy, violently so.

Careful not to jostle the vial more than he absolutely has to, Vulgran carefully leans over the edge, sighting the great fan spinning beneath the platform, keeping it afloat.

It would be a shame if someone were to throw a vial of liquid fire at it.

Unfortunately (for the clan), he's a good shot.

Boom!

The platform shudders like an earthquake in the sky. Acrid smoke begins to rise from beneath, filling the air with the bitter smell of something burning. Cheering turns to screaming as dragons realize that something is seriously wrong.

The platform begins to twist and tilt, and Vulgran cackles as he watches tables begin to slide, cutlery and food topple, and dragons begin to take flight, no longer trusting the stability of their once-solid ground.

Before anyone can notice him and connect the dots, Vulgran takes flight himself, a sharp-toothed grin still stuck on his face as he catches an air current and flees the scene; the sound of panicking dragons fading behind him.

Ahh. Another job well done.

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BIOGRAPHY

Veilspun are partial to tricks and and tomfoolery; capricious children of the Shadowbinder through and through, even as children of other flights.

Vulgran just takes it a step further.

A trained saboteur with a love for destruction, he left the clan of his birth when his fondness for demolition clashed with his clanmates. He's eager to take any job as long as there's wreckage involved, whether that be for war or for more… nefarious purposes.

Better keep an eye on your fragile objects around him.
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Bio written and coded by astrolatryy.

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