Izel
(#76571222)
Level 1 Imperial
Mogget
Prancing Capricat
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.22 m
Wingspan
14.83 m
Weight
6758.82 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Iridescent
Iridescent
Oilslick
Shimmer
Shimmer
Charcoal
Stained
Stained
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
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This time around, it was this nest’s turn to be dark like the sun had scorched them. Instead of the sanctum, Dima had taken Ariadne up to the surface. At present, he, her and the three dozing kids sat in the courtyard. Ariadne clears her throat. “So where will we be sending off our little soot sprites this time?” Dima is currently running his claws through Miztli’s mane. An all-girls hatching was clearly the way to his soft little heart. “I’m not sure. But perhaps up north, to plague territory proper. I can already sense these three will be terribly hardy.” “Well, I'm not surprised. All of them inherited your shade eating,” Ariadne murmurs. She kisses the top of Tlalli’s head. “They could truly do some good out there.” “All of my darling children can,” Dima responds with a chuckle. “But they don’t have to be heroes. Sometimes it is alright to simply live. To enjoy the beauty life has to offer. To-“ “Enjoy a good glass of wine, yes.” Ariadne interjects with a gentle poke of Dima’s forehead. “For all you know, they end up reveling in the hunt and survival the way Koschei does. You are sending them to the homeland after all.” “Agh, don’t remind me, she’s besides herself over my return to the living world.” Dima grimaces. Izel, a chubby soft little thing, stirs in his arms. He shushes her, kissing her forehead. “… She’s not necessarily bad, but she is a little intense. Regrettably, she’s also the most dependable for ferrying someone into the wasteland.” “You might as well ask. Evike is retired,” Ariadne says. She lays a hand on Dima’s cheek. “Look. You’re essentially a god to her at this point. If you worry she will not be careful with our children, think again.” A smile twists her lips, and she throws her arms wide. “She’d happily have herself drawn and quartered for the transgression of allowing harm to the spawn of- “Okay, okay-“ Dima immediately grabs her hands, lowering them to his lips. “She might hear you, please do not bring that upon me.” A deep flush dusts his cheeks. “I’ll consider asking her to bring the kids to their new homes. Let’s pray she doesn’t rub off on them too much.” Ariadne gently kisses his cheek. “Attaboy.”
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Izel has always been the silent one of the three sisters. Among the optimism of Tlalli and the straightforwardness of Miztli, she liked to stay quiet and observe. She discovered at a very young age that there is a reward for being still and sneaking into dark corners unknown - curiosities would unknowingly show them to the quiet observer. This combined with her keen eye for the shade and the dead, taught her many things. You see, she saw herself as an investigator of sorts, but not in the usual sense of the word. She follows tugs and traces of the shade and death, letting her curiosity lead her to places she is most needed (for she is a shade eater after all and the guidance of the dead has always been a part of her, much like the rest of her nestmates). It was one such tug of curiosity that led her to where she was today: standing at the front of a dark patch in the forest. It was only yesterday that she arrived at the clan of the Midnight Scythe, and soon after she found herself here. This place was much blacker than the surrounding forest and she heard in passing that the clan called it Purgatory. Her eyes could not pierce the darkness and as she got closer a dark grey mist started swirling at her feet. She was drawn to this place. Its ink-black likelihood to the shade couldn't be a coincidence and yet she could barely scent a trace of it. The other much more spirit-y scent of the place told her that it housed souls of the dead, as well as other creatures. Two flickers and she swore she saw a fanged grin, and a pair of slitted eyes. These two occurrences reminded her of what was said about Purgatory by the clan: "The denizens of Purgatory have not friendly faces and they're of the mischievous kind. Neither good nor evil, but the guiders of the lost nonetheless." She felt like she was being watched and felt a soft curling around her feet. She looked down to see a cat looking up at her. Its eyes glinted and she understood. All dwellers of Purgatory must have a guide so their souls won't get lost. What is it that she would find here? Why has she been led here specifically? With her new companion at her side, she looked up into the mist again. Well… it is time for her to find out. She took a step forward and the darkness engulfed her.
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4th Generation Naomi/4th Generation Ignis Naomi > Willow > Dismas > Me Ignis > Marduk > Dismas > Me |
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