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Nojeo

(#73141322)

They/them

Familiar

Watermelon Puffer

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.15 m

Wingspan

6.45 m

Weight

776.5 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Oct 20, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Aberration

Eye Type

Plague
Rare

Level 1 Aberration

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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N O J E O

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heartless · humorless · secretive

Nojeo paces along the edge of the Rotrock Rim. Their two eyed head shakes with anticipation, prompting a low growl from their three eyed head. "Watch you horns you goat brained-" The rant was cut short by the sound of wing beats. Cora, a female Imperial over twice their size lands in front of them. "Its clear, drama queen. Its the middle of the night, when most sane dragons are asleep." The three eyed head nods, and with that the two dragons were off. A short flight to a small group of dragons who call the land of Mother Plaguebringer home.

Nojeo ran into the dragons shortly after the Aberrations revealed themself to the world. Well, their strange dragon had watched the group closely for days before 'accidentally' getting discovered. Though the clan didn't pay the Masked Gryphon any mind when they first saw it fly overhead. It almost seemed to circle their campsite, landing in the tops of trees, watching them. But the clan brushed it off as a hungry critter who must of smelled the fresh Wallaby cooking on the fire. They even made sure to throw a few pieces away from the camp for the Masked Gryphon to enjoy. The following night, a Wasteland Collector was found in the brush by the camp. Cora smiled at the small creature. "Oh hello there, hunting for treasure I see?" She smiles, Wasteland Collectors are known for their collection of small trinkets to take back to their golden idols. Cora searched through a couple bags and handed the creature a simple silver chain. "Here you go. Hope this works." She smiles and continues gathering branches for a fire as the Wasteland Collector runs off into the night. Every night for days a new creature would stroll up to the clan. Approaching a new dragon each time. Nojeo remembered each dragon, who was approachable? Who wasn't? They have learned a lot about this small group. The Imperial is sick, though despite that she is one of the kinder ones in the group. However she does seem to have issues with other dragons before she knows them. The small Fae sings constantly. The male Imperial loves to walk, taking strolls out and around the campsite, however the massive dragon nearly tore trees up by their roots to get away from a few bees enjoying a patch of flowers.

Nojeo remembered each dragon in the group, and eventually decided to approach Cora first. Here they learned of her general dislike of any dragon that's not an Imperial. However, they did end up chatting about their general dislike of other dragons. Though neither would call the other a friend, as they are far from it, they do tolerate one another.

The clan finds Nojeo to be strange. But they seem to have a purpose just like the rest of them, so they open their wings and welcome the worryingly quiet dragon in. Though, ever since the strange dragon has joined their group, something felt off. It wasn't abnormal to be awoken by the sound of animals fighting. The times any of them were brave enough to look out, it was like something out of a horror story you would tell a hatchling to spook them around a flickering fire. It was never the same animal, the only thing about them all that stood out were their blazing red eyes. Looks nearly like those of a Plague born dragon. But they couldn't be. "These are animals, little thing. They are nothing more. I say, leave it be." Nojeo found themself saying to hatchlings on a few occasions. Luckily they caught the smirk tugging at the corners of their mouths before it was noticeable. "But the Murkbottom Gull was so far from the coast. And the way it tore the Rambra apart was-" Nojeo cut them off, "Simply the circle of life, little one. It is just how it is. Let it go." This young dragon was the only one out of the group who looked into these maulings. "They don't even eat their prey. That is no hunter, that is just a killer." The young Fae insisted. "There is something going on, and I will find out what." One head glared at the other to silence their low growl. 'We will sort that..that pest tonight.' The three eyes head whispered with a wicked grin.

Night came quickly, just as the young dragon feared, the sound of fighting animals. Sounded like another Rambra was caught in these clutches. The Fae silently snuck away from their sleeping family, following the sound. The Fae couldn't smell the embers from their fire anymore, they were enough way from camp they couldn't even see the glow. The only light was from the nearly full moon high above. "I warned you..." two voices snarled together. The Fae froze in their tracks. Slowly, they turned to face far side of the clearing off to their side. "I WARNED YOU! The voices snarled again. A Fiendcat glares back at them with burning red eyes contrasting of their green flames. I told you to let it go. Leave IT BE! The Fiendcat growls in two voices at once. The Fae breaks from the fear and bolts back to camp. Glancing over their shoulder just in time to see the Fiendcat morph into a Quillrunner, easily catching up to the small dragon. The Fae takes to the sky. Once they break the trees and are in open air they pause for a moment. Looking around frantically for the smoke from camp and to see if the creature was following still. Two angry red eyes glow from the top of tree. The Fae only sees them for a moment before an enraged Tatterwing Carcass bursts from the trees, grappling the Fae and dragging them back to the ground.

The scream was heard all the way back at camp. The clan clawed their way out of their sleeping caves and took off to the sound as fast as wings and claws could carry them. By the time they made it to the Fae, they were gone. Same condition as the other creatures. Torn to shreds but not eaten. Fear and grief echoed through the clan. They were so distraught they didn't notice Nojeo quietly rejoining the group from the trees. "Oh my, what a poor thing. I only wish the little thing would have listened to me."

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