Catoblepas
(#71447934)
"Here, take this. It's dangerous to go alone." | he/him
Familiar
Vulpine Lamp
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.06 m
Wingspan
6.14 m
Weight
513.19 kg
Genetics
Clay
Basic
Basic
Moon
Toxin
Toxin
Stonewash
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
66
INT
5
VIT
22
MND
5
Biography
Catoblepas
Weapons expert, skilled blacksmith and hobbyist poet
Weapons expert, skilled blacksmith and hobbyist poet
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Although he might look somewhat intimidating, he's a total softie and a big teddy bear. His particular interest is in weaponry and metalworking, which means he spends most of his time hammering metal into new and complicated shapes in front of the blazing forges of the smithy. Outside of creating new intricate designs, he finds solace in reading and writing poetry, away from the loud noises of the workshop. He's a little insecure about his poems, but writing them brings him peace, and he knows he never has to show them to anyone. Still, he'll sometimes slip one of his siblings a piece of paper, and they'll read it, never mind how long it is or how little time they have. He's exceedingly social and loves meeting new dragons and beasts to hear their stories. One of the things he excels in is including those stories in the weapon to make it personal to the dragon that comissioned him for it. He enjoys working out new and complex designs, that may not be the obvious choice. His reading is a big part of this, since he's able to pick out some of the less evident themes and incorporate them into his works. |
"Oh, that? It's just a notebook I use to write down some things sometimes. It's just a hobby, y'know, we all gotta have our things, haha! Uhh, well, you see, uhm, it's - it's poetry. Ah, you wanna hear one of 'em? W-well, sure, I guess... It's nothing special though! Well, here goes..."
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Fool's Light A breeze quietly slips past, hushed and soft, a rustling leaf announces its sure path, a whisper turning heads, sweet words aloft, inspiring more in its still aftermath. Surrounding haggard strangers, soothing worn and tired minds, the quiet hum drifts past, as eyes like sun peer through branches adorned with vivid blooms in forests rich and vast. Light laughter lilts behind the lonely souls, a frail and distant light, unhurried, curls along the wind, delicate sighs console wild, shaky breaths, a feather-light chill swirls. The trees call out, luring blinded hearts to deeper parts of endless woodland, further, until Direction lost its compass, into a starlit marsh the scene turns, the creature dances ahead, joyous and lively twists, enchanted eyes trail behind its spirals, silver threads trickle down from the sky, mists igniting into a pale haze, tendrils wrap around clammy wrists when the faint flare abruptly stops, extinguished by night, gloom engulfs unseeing eyes, the hollow stares in awe at fairy lights sealing their tomb. [This poem was originally written for the Mistral Jamboree 2022 Poetry competition, but I forgot to submit it. I have since done some increcibly minor tweaks to make it a little less connected to Flight Rising] |
A forge's lament I stand, illuminated by the slow trickle of lava and time, lonely and abandoned. Just yesterday, as iron and copper and nickel poured molten from my fires, they stood reverent before me. I am a reincarnation of their goddess, their lifeblood, livelihood. Yet here I stand, deserted, lifeless. Their song of creation rings not through me, no perpetual clamor of hammers on iron, nor the hiss of quenched heat, only the faint thrum of warmth through the cavern. I am a reincarnation of their goddess, whose heartbeat is the pulse of the forge, yet here I am left, soundless. I ache for the tireless toil of my workers, their sweaty claws building my fires ever brighter. Their temperaments so close to mine, embers waiting to combust, in passion and anger. I am a reincarnation of their goddess, am I not? Why then, leave me here, leave me hopeless? I cannot cry for my loss. I am but a reincarnation of their goddess, nothing more, left behind in chaos, I can only wait for their return, voiceless. [This poem was written for the 2022 Flame Forger's Origins & Myths writing contest, securing second place] |
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