Doozie's dragon Slumber

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.38 m

Wingspan

1 m

Weight

1.91 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Nov 17, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Nature
Uncommon

Level 1 Veilspun

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Winter Conifer

The Winter Wood

The woods are dark. The people of the field keep a careful eye on their children and beasts, and do not allow them to wander into the trees. When first I arrived in the village the sun was out and the people friendly, fresh with the harvest and plenty. As the season wears on however, something has changed.

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The forest looms. I feel their eyes upon me, these simple folk, watching from the corners just as they watch the sky, and the road to the east. What lurks there, in the dim and the gloom, betwixt tangled root and branch? Why now do they think me cursed?

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I am weary. Little have I slept this past fortnight. The forest seems to move, crawling closer to my cottage door with each rising of the sun. It cannot be that trees can move, surely it is the lengthening shadows of winter, the chill touch of frost and the longer nights that cause my limbs to weigh like lead, my fingers stiff and cold.

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This dawn has come so late, I almost did not think to see it. The rustling has enveloped me now, branches brush the roof and trail lightly across my windows. It has come. My tongue is wooden, my throat gone still. I can feel the pricking down my arms, the stretching groan of my feet. Roots now, roots and twigs and dark accursed moss. Ah! I lift my eyes to the sun one last time, see it roll across the hill for but a moment before the forest swallows me whole. I am gone, I am none, I am one with the trees and all they know. They welcome me.

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At last I sleep.

Woodland Winter

It is darker now, the light is fading. The peak of autumn came and went, and the snow begins to fall. Hard frost has left the ground crystalline and crunchy. What leaves remain are rimmed in ice, winter's breath tracing the last of their colour. Drifting among the trees with the snowflakes, they join their brethren on the forest floor.

In the meadow the village folk have stooked their grain, run their geese through the stubble and butchered their winter hog. Smoke rises from the cottages, dim lights glow in windows and all is shuttered tight. A single dog whines in a kaleyard before crawling into the barn for the night.

I am calm now, with my winter eyes set upon the horizon. Around me my new companions creak and whisper with buried sap. I am learning the speech of the woods, the mycelium has come to greet me and tell me of my new home. I can feel their lacey touch on my roots, deep into the leaf mold now, spreading to join the network.

A squirrel has already found what was once my hair, now grown wild and dense, moss gracing my limbs and decorating my bark. The little creature is nesting with me, a sweet and tiny life whose heart I feel beating like the buzz of wings from an insect. My own pulse is slow, so slow now. It is nice to be calm. I look forward to the long night, and then, I suppose, towards spring.

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