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Harlow

(#73384898)

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.12 m

Wingspan

0.64 m

Weight

8.86 kg

Genetics

Silver
Flaunt

Dirt
Constellation

Flaxen
Firefly

Hatchday

Oct 31, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Hatchling
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Shadow
Dark Sclera

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

All hatchlings should have a little fear
Of a place between fact and falsehood;
Even grown dragons don't wander near
What lies between the Ruins and Wood.

"Scaredy-cat," young hatchlings taunt;
Too much time turns your tears to rage:
To make them stop is all you want,
To show them that you're truly brave.

You do what no-one dares to do;
You swallow your unease and dread;
The gates swing shut behind you;
And you're swallowed up by the dead.

Oh, your bravery was all for naught!
The dead should remain undisturbed;
Your name becomes an afterthought,
And your phantom walks the world.

By: closedcaptioning

Every hatchling has been told the story. Every hatchling has been told of the reason why they aren’t supposed to enter the graveyard that lies between the Sunbeam Ruins and the Tangled Wood. Every hatchling has been told the tale of Harlow, and it’s a tale that goes like this...

An apprehensive and fearful dragon at heart, Harlow was known by all the other hatchlings as the scaredy-cat. Every day he was teased and mocked, frequently called a coward by his peers. He could only take the ridicule for so long. Driven into a blind rage from all the insults, the hatchling stormed off towards the infamous graveyard at the edge of the Tangled Wood, yelling, "I'm no coward! I'll prove to you I'm no coward!"

Harlow had stomped off towards the graveyard with much more certainty and determination than he felt now. That detestable feeling in his gut that always told him to stay back was creeping into his stomach again, telling him to turn around and run.
But the rest of the hatchlings were trailing behind him, snickering and expecting him to chicken out. The place was alleged to be a prime hunting ground for restless spirits and starving undead. Several dragons were rumored to have disappeared here, never to be found again. But if he didn't go in now, he'd be the biggest coward that ever existed. That wasn't exactly the kind of title he wanted.
He wrapped his talons around the rusty graveyard gate, pulling it open. As it swept outward it screeched, sending chills down Harlow's spine. Was it just him, or had that grating noise sounded more like a dragon screaming than metal creaking?
As the Pearlcatcher set his talons on the ground and began walking into the cemetery, his hair stood on end. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Something was horribly wrong here.
His intuition proved right when the sun seemed to fade away as he continued walking forward, engulfing the entire burial ground in darkness. It seemed like the sun had been shot out of the sky; like day had suddenly changed to a starless, moonless night.
That was too far for Harlow. This wasn't natural. He backed up in an attempt to get out of the graveyard, but the gate had shut soundlessly behind him. It was sealed from the outside and he couldn't reach the lock. The hatchlings on the other side of the fence burst out laughing at his terrified face as if they couldn't see the darkness that had swallowed up the area.
"Let me out!" he yelled at them, anger and fear straining his young voice.
A shadow darker than the shadows all around fell over him. Not daring to turn around to see what caused it, he cried louder, more desperately, for them to open the gate. Something horrible, absolutely horrible, was behind him. But they just laughed.
His terrified screams came to an abrupt halt.
They stopped laughing.

Harlow was nowhere to be seen. The hatchlings slowly creaked open the gate, expecting to see his quivering form somewhere nearby. He couldn't have run off that quickly. His last scream had been right here, near the entrance.
A harmonious gasp came from all the hatchlings at the sight of a single Pearlcatcher horn lying on the ground: Harlow's horn. Its owner was nowhere to be seen.

It is said that Harlow still haunts that cemetery, screaming at all who come near the borders of the graveyard, "I'm no coward! I'll prove to you I'm no coward!" and "Let me out!"
His manic, terrified voice is enough to frighten any dragon away from the haunted location. Since this day, every hatchling has been told "Never… enter… the graveyard."

Concept/Intro Paragraph by Myself, Biography by Sparrowe

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