Bisque
(#74187519)
"Oyster, you're going to burn yourself! Be careful!"
Familiar
Longneck Messmaster
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.46 m
Wingspan
1.81 m
Weight
84.89 kg
Genetics
Gloom
Slime
Slime
Dust
Bee
Bee
Flint
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
40
INT
129
VIT
29
MND
5
Biography
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Bisque
She/Her
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"Careful! The stove is on, Oyster! Just because we can use ice magic, doesn't mean you can be so reckless with potentially burning yourself. Please, stop acting like you're better than everyone!"
Partners in pescatarian prowess, Bisque and her brother Oyster handle the seafood department of the family restaurant. While nobody can beat Oyster when it comes to shrimp, Bisque is unmatched in the field of grilling fish.
Simmering
Written by CupcakeNova
The rain pattered gently against the windows along the back wall of the kitchen, in soothing harmony with the sound of the broth boiling on the stove. It was a sharp contrast to the dark mood churning inside of Bisque’s stomach, the frustration crawling up her throat like thick, choking tar.
She moved about the kitchen, trying her best to distract herself from the argument she’d had with Oyster earlier. She couldn’t even remember what had started it this time - probably something minor - but it had quickly grown so heated that their mother had to intervene. Oyster had vanished with a huff into his room, slamming the door behind himself, but Bisque had decided to cool off in the kitchen instead. Cooking had always helped take her mind off of things; it required too much focus to make sure the recipe came out well to let her dwell on her anger.
With one claw she angrily crushed herbs with a pestle, while the other was snatching up different spices she would need to add to the broth soon. Her tail was wrapped around the wooden ladle, stirring in sharp, jerky movements that caused the broth to slosh about in the pot, and occasionally splash over the sides. Such sloppiness would usually be intolerable to her, but right now the hiss of the broth flash-boiling when it hit the stove fit her mood perfectly.
For a brief moment, the sound of the rain intensified, and Bisque looked up towards the windows to see if the rain had gotten worse. But no, it didn’t look like it was raining any harder. She turned towards the door at the back of the restaurant.
Standing in the doorway, wearing a soaking wet cloak over his head and shoulders like a small child hiding under a blanket, was her father Soup. He took a dripping step into the kitchen, and then turned and flung the cloak aside, sending water spraying in all directions. Bisque shrieked and ducked away, shouting out, “Dad!”
“Oops! Sorry, honey!” Soup said, not sounding sorry at all. “Didn’t see you there!”
Normally Bisque would have joked back with him, but today she wasn’t in the mood. She grit her teeth and shook the droplets off of her claws. “Welcome home,” she replied tersely, before she turned back to her broth, tipping her crushed herbs into the pot.
Soup knew his daughter well enough to immediately recognize she was upset. He also knew that when she was angry like this, it was best to give her some space to cool off. So rather than attempt to navigate a conversation with Bisque, he simply dried his claws on a nearby dish towel, reached over to wrap her in a loving side-hug, and squeezed briefly before letting go. Bisque grumbled a little under her breath, but she didn’t pull away from her father’s hold, even leaning into the embrace a bit.
“Here,” Soup said, dropping a bundle onto the counter next to her. “Spoils from our latest adventure.”
She grunted in acknowledgement, but kept her focus on the broth, as she was now at a point where it needed her full attention. Salt, some more herbs, taste test, more herbs, reduce heat so that it didn’t scald. By the time she was finished, Bisque looked up to see her father had left, probably off to see her mother to ask what had happened. The bundle was still sitting there on the counter, forgotten.
Bisque sighed, and reached for the cloth sack. Focusing so intently on her cooking had given her a chance to cool off, and now that she was calmer, she realized that she and Oyster had been behaving like hatchlings, shouting at each other and calling each other names. She owed her brother an apology.
She was just debating about how to go about apologizing to Oyster when she pulled out her father’s spoils, and she felt her eyes go wide. Tiger Shrimp! Oyster loved tiger shrimp; it was the main ingredient in his famous ravioli for a reason. But while Oyster cooked shrimp all the time for those in the restaurant, he was often too tired to make any for himself.
Bisque had never had the same talent with shrimp as Oyster, but she’d watched him make that recipe more times than she could count, and knew exactly how to do it.
This! This would be how she could apologize!
With purpose burning through her scales, Bisque started grabbing ingredients and utensils. She had some cooking to do.
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