Philocalist
(#74763468)
they/them
Familiar
Storm Seeker
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.29 m
Wingspan
22.33 m
Weight
6931.53 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Wasp
Wasp
Abyss
Flair
Flair
Splash
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Philocalist
A lover of beauty.
Philocalist carefully tended to their garden, gracefully yanking on the stems the parasites sucking the life from their greenery. They definitively grabbed the breathing organisms, momentarily tearing their eyes away from the beauty of her garden as she set up defenses to protect what they'd spent a lifetime admiring. Their lifeless bodies were thrown to the side, soon to decompose and return to the ground where they belonged.
In a split second of desperation, they allowed their adoration to extend to the weeds in pure desperation to die.
The thought took them by surprise, it was an unusual thing to cross their mind. But a lot had changed in the past few months. Losing the love of their life, for one. It's not like they wanted to drop dead anytime soon, there was a lot more for them to live for. But that distant and distorted, as if that joy wasn't theirs to grasp. It wasn't meant for them. \\\
They had an eternity to live, a god destined to breathe until the bonds of the universe frayed and finally let them go. They didn't know where a god would go, but it'd have to be better than immortality.
They once had a reason to live, but guilt grabbed at them, sickening their thoughts. It felt so wrong to live for someone so much more than them.
They felt wildly culpable for loving someone so perfect, someone who was broken and bruised, a constellation of scars littering their wings. She has a story, a life of wonders. She was a locked diary, encasing a storybook of authentic tales and captivating adventures. Philocalist could get lost in their world for an eternity.
She defined beauty.
Despite how they'd spent lifetimes catering to refined elegance, dropping her world to protect what they considered to be delicately precious, she was independent and brave. She was not fragile. Her beauty was untouchable and unwavering, everything in her was gorgeous.
And they were scared of tainting that.
They knew it was the wrong thing to do, shattering their promises of forever. Their actions felt like they were destroying the garden they worked so hard to build. It felt like they were watching their world crumble before their eyes as parasitic weeds took over. They ripped their flowers from the ground one by one, their internal protection crumbling with every flick of the wrist.
They couldn't stand the sight of beauty.
They couldn't stand the reminder of the girl they could never stop loving.
They knew they deserved her absence, her disappearance spontaneous and unexplained. They'd left her first and she was only reciprocating their misguided desires. But sometimes, when they'd hum quietly enough, they could hear the responding faint notes of the one who filled them with unwavering joy. As their flowers slowly become less of a painful sight, they were replanted as a reminder of what could have been.
At most, it was a bittersweet ending. No matter how they tried, Athazagoraphobia would never leave their mind. They couldn't even bring themself to want to forget despite the constant pang of guilt at the sight of something they'd never have again.
Even after an eternity, they couldn't call themself Philocalist if they forgot what defined their name.
In a split second of desperation, they allowed their adoration to extend to the weeds in pure desperation to die.
The thought took them by surprise, it was an unusual thing to cross their mind. But a lot had changed in the past few months. Losing the love of their life, for one. It's not like they wanted to drop dead anytime soon, there was a lot more for them to live for. But that distant and distorted, as if that joy wasn't theirs to grasp. It wasn't meant for them. \\\
They had an eternity to live, a god destined to breathe until the bonds of the universe frayed and finally let them go. They didn't know where a god would go, but it'd have to be better than immortality.
They once had a reason to live, but guilt grabbed at them, sickening their thoughts. It felt so wrong to live for someone so much more than them.
They felt wildly culpable for loving someone so perfect, someone who was broken and bruised, a constellation of scars littering their wings. She has a story, a life of wonders. She was a locked diary, encasing a storybook of authentic tales and captivating adventures. Philocalist could get lost in their world for an eternity.
She defined beauty.
Despite how they'd spent lifetimes catering to refined elegance, dropping her world to protect what they considered to be delicately precious, she was independent and brave. She was not fragile. Her beauty was untouchable and unwavering, everything in her was gorgeous.
And they were scared of tainting that.
They knew it was the wrong thing to do, shattering their promises of forever. Their actions felt like they were destroying the garden they worked so hard to build. It felt like they were watching their world crumble before their eyes as parasitic weeds took over. They ripped their flowers from the ground one by one, their internal protection crumbling with every flick of the wrist.
They couldn't stand the sight of beauty.
They couldn't stand the reminder of the girl they could never stop loving.
They knew they deserved her absence, her disappearance spontaneous and unexplained. They'd left her first and she was only reciprocating their misguided desires. But sometimes, when they'd hum quietly enough, they could hear the responding faint notes of the one who filled them with unwavering joy. As their flowers slowly become less of a painful sight, they were replanted as a reminder of what could have been.
At most, it was a bittersweet ending. No matter how they tried, Athazagoraphobia would never leave their mind. They couldn't even bring themself to want to forget despite the constant pang of guilt at the sight of something they'd never have again.
Even after an eternity, they couldn't call themself Philocalist if they forgot what defined their name.
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