Soup
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"Greetings! Would you like to take a look at my wares?"
Spoon
Velvet Floracat
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Spiral
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.53 m
Wingspan
3.06 m
Weight
70.3 kg
Genetics
Gloom
Slime
Slime
Grey
Bee
Bee
Flint
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
133
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
40
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Soup
He/Him
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Soup is responsible for keeping inventory on the clan's hoard, using the strange substance that oozes out of his many eyes as ink to jot down notes while on the move. He is a particularly sporadic spiral dragon, which he uses to his advantage by efficiently collecting useful materials while serving as a distraction for various monsters so his close friends Dewbaby and Vegas can focus on landing powerful attacks. After the group is done battling, Soup makes sure to catalog all the spoils from the day's adventure before carefully divvying up all the supplies and fresh ingredients between the kitchen and everyone else in the clan. On weekends, he goes out to any markets to sell off all the excess stuff, always getting the best deals possible. While he takes great pride in the restaurant he and his wife Crackers worked together to create, he never lets anything get between him and his family.
Victor's Spoils
Written by CupcakeNova
The rain poured down in a hazy curtain just beyond the cave entrance, a muffled counterpoint to the drip, drip, drip he could hear coming from somewhere further inside the cave. There must have been an underground lake somewhere, though none of them had bothered to search the cavern deeply enough to find it. Despite the thick downpour, he didn’t need to have his wife’s crystal ball to know that the rain would let up soon. Storms like this rarely lasted long.
For now, there was a warm fire to curl up beside, thanks to Dewbaby and his pyromania, and plenty of trinkets and goods for him to inventory while they waited. They were in no rush to return to the rest of the clan.
“...thirty five. Thirty six. Thirty seven.” Nodding to himself, Soup refreshed his quill with some of the ink seeping from his eyes, and made a note on the scroll in his other claw. “There we are, thirty seven Amber Gobies. I’m sure Oyster will be thrilled.”
Moving the selection of fish aside, Soup grabbed the next item from their pile of spoils. “Ah, well what do we have here?” he murmured, holding it up to the light.
It was a bolt of pale pink silk, light and smooth, edged with the faintest trace of embroidery and lined with small bells that tinkled faintly when the silk moved. Soup held it up to the light of their fire and looked it over, testing the fabric for tears or snags with his nimble claws.
“Oh,” he breathed, a grin spreading across his face. “It’s perfect! Crackers will love it!”
“What’s that?” Dewbaby spoke up from his position way too close to the fire. “Looks flammable.”
Soup’s grin immediately soured, and he clutched the silks protectively to his chest. “Oh no you don’t!” he snapped. “This is going to be a gift for Crackers! Keep your sooty claws off.”
Undeterred, Dewbaby continued eyeing the silks with that familiar gleam in his eyes. “We fought just as hard as you did,” he pointed out, taking a tiny step closer to Soup and the piles of spoils that surrounded him. “Who says that you get to have them? You’re not stealing from the Clan’s hoard, are you?”
Soup gave the most affronted gasp he could manage. “Who do I look like, Gumdrop?”
That wrought a snort out of both Dewbaby and the third member of their group, Vegas.
“Besides,” Soup added with a haughty sniff. “I’ve been making sure that our supplies are distributed evenly among the clan, and I have the records to prove it.” He brandished his scroll at Dewbaby, who laughed good-naturedly. “It’s been ages since Crackers has gotten anything nice, and she deserves it. These silks will look beautiful against her scales.”
Dewbaby groaned and shook his head. “Alright, alright, you can have them, I guess,” he sighed, though from the grin on his face, Soup knew that he had mostly just been giving Soup a hard time for the fun of it. Still, Soup made a mental note to find something from their haul that could be burned, just to make sure that Dewbaby had a chance to scratch the itch before they got back home. Perhaps he had a scrap bit of parchment left over somewhere?
Satisfied that their discussion was finished, Soup returned to his inventory. “Where were we? Ah yes. Crystallized Satchels. We have…”
He started counting the sparkling pouches that he had hung from his numerous horns for safekeeping. As they swung back and forth with his movements, they tapped gently against each other, surrounding him with a sound not unlike windchimes. He gave his head an extra shake, just to listen to them sing, and then resumed his counting.
“Twelve,” he noted down on his scroll again as he finished, tongue between his teeth.
He focused on making his writing as clear as possible. His daughter Bisque was always after him about how messy his handwriting got when he was being sloppy, as if he could help it, what with having so many eyes. Still, he may not have needed to make the effort - it wasn’t as if she needed to be able to read his hoard inventories, only the parts pertaining to ingredients and supplies for their restaurant - but he loved the little pleased gleam she got in her eyes when she saw that he had tried.
He finished his last note with a flourish, and then looked up with a grin, once again sending the satchels swinging, their music echoing off of the cave walls. “There, is that everything?” he asked.
“Did you get those moonstones?” Vegas pointed to a group of shiny white stones on the edge of his organized piles.
“Yes.”
“And those Cicadas?”
“Got those too.”
“What about this guy?” Dewbaby cut in, and he lifted his tail into the light from the fire. Clinging to it like a particularly oversized leech was a Maren Warlock, who stared at them with wide, desperate eyes.
“Please take me with you!” he begged, arms wrapped so tightly around Dewbaby’s tail that it was discoloring the Coatl’s scales a little bit. “I need more of those dumplings! Tell me there’s more!”
Dewbaby guffawed, apparently unperturbed with the Maren hanging off of him. “Another satisfied customer!” he joked.
Soup didn’t even bother looking at the Maren, instead turning a disappointed look on Vegas. “I can’t believe you dropped your lunch into the water. Crackers made those dumplings special for you, and she almost never cooks!”
“I know,” Vegas agreed glumly. As if on cue, her stomach growled, and she rubbed it, forlorn. “Believe me, I know exactly what I missed out on.”
“Pleeeeeease. Pleeeeeease, take me with you!”
“Alright, yes, yes, enough,” Dewbaby rolled his eyes and with a flick of his tail, he tossed the Maren Warlock off and over towards Soup’s carefully organized piles. “You’re coming with us.”
“Yes!”
Vegas groaned. Soup merely huffed in annoyance before dutifully adding ‘Maren Warlock - one’ to his list in carefully written letters. Maybe they could put the man to work in the restaurant somehow…
By Flaminchi
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