Amscray's dragon Anamesa

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.29 m

Wingspan

0.53 m

Weight

24.69 kg

Genetics

Carmine
Flaunt

Garnet
Stripes

Bubblegum
Stained

Hatchday

Mar 18, 2022
(2 years)

Breed

Hatchling
Nocturne

Eye Type

Arcane
Glowing

Level 1 Nocturne

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Anamesa

Goddess of the in-between
(yet I can't get her thing to be in the middle. help)

" Memento vivere "

Remember to live

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25g
-500g (glowing)
-188kt (flaunt)
-90kt (stripes)
-1200g (stained)
-350g (eternal youth)
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2,075g, 278kt

She's spiteful. Only in private, when she won't harm others with her words. Of course, she too is an other.
There used to be a fourth, to keep those colors of sunrise in order. But now there is only her and her path sideways around the world. Its a delicate balance, but Anamesa is the perfect dragon to keep it.
Her favorite season is winter. Its cold, and numbing, and the snow is fun. Pessimism doesn't survive around pure joy.

"Keep the day past, convey, display, calm the night fall, reunite, ignite, unseen in-between. Let the meaning go, in the middle amidst betwixt, give of all, show, make some discord, troubling vertigo."

I am the in-between, as you surely know by now. You've seen Asteria's story and Anatols. Asteria's tale, the most rigid of us, is about how she relaxes, while Anatol's, the most lazy, is about how he works. I don't get a fun-filled tale to regale you with.

What am I of? The distance between your touch and theirs. Friction between push and pull. The length between the earth and the stars. Like the atmosphere. You couldn't survive without it, and most times, you don't notice its there. You remember its there, when you think about it, but all other times, ignore it. And without the atmosphere, there would be no humans to view the sun and moon. You know how sometimes there's a person in a group who smooths ruffled feathers when all goes wrong? The one who knows when to place a comment or suggestion to keep the fun from fizzling out. And without which the group would die? That is me. Peacemaker. Glue. Comforter. In short, I am essential but overlooked. Shall we get into it?

My job is to make the colors between the other two exist. You know the bright blue and yellow of day, and the somber gray and eternal blue of night, and you know the myriad of surprise that comes from me. The whites, the oranges, purples, reds, greens, pinks. All which makes sunsets and sunrises beautiful.

Necessary little things to make the world the way you know it.

I'm sure you can apply a million other ways I am here. In-between is so general a meaning. I'm importantly useless, and unremembered. I don't get a giant rock in the sky or the closest star to this planet to make them recognize me. Stuck at the crossroads of greatness and mediocre, just like everyone else, and given a special job so I can pretend I'm different.

I'm happy about my job as the middle. I'm happy I get to help my friends, to help at all, truly. But I'm not happy that I'm trapped here. Imagine it. Never able to progress or regress, with nothing to do but work and love your own misery.

We could talk about having no future, and I would beat you in every way, if comparing was a competition. On a hot summer day, surrounded by an audience, wrought with judges in folding chairs behind a plastic table with a red cloth. The tiny plastic bottles next to their hands empty as they sip, considering who's story had more twists, more strikes of misfortune. A tissue box too, for convenience, while the heart-wrenching guts flow all over their soapbox stage. Little numbered signs wave from their hands as they put up a bid for who's more miserable.

I can't tell my friends I have these gripes, of course. Its all a lie. My dissatisfaction. I should be happy with this. I have so much, with them. So much I know others don't get. I'm blessed.

I'm blessed.

If I keep repeating it, eventually I'll be able to believe it, and not hurt inside when I try to be happy about my blessings.

Ungrateful. That's what I really am. I shouldn't be talking about this.

Anatol is a lazy sun. He rises too slow some days, and sets quickly. His many helpers don't help him stay focused and be on time. Instead, they do the work for him, and look to him for advice and direction. That's hard to manage too, so he teaches them to do it themselves. He's inventive like that. One time, he tried to make a carrot for himself by dangling a piece of candy from a stick on his back. He thought if he could run towards the candy, he'd be on time, forgetting that our Walk isn't a race. Asteria chewed him out thoroughly, and I had to do a lot of clean-up work after him. He's lucky I can do part of his job. Sornieth might have frozen otherwise.
He speaks so slowly sometimes. Always taking in everything around him and then forgetting it all immediately after to go haring off after something else. Its hard to give him attention because he'll take so long to reply. He is our sun.

Asteria is a sweet moon, underneath all of her sternness and planning. She calms me and my broiling turmoil of emotion. She won't hesitate to tell me when she sees a problem with me, and has the patience to listen to my petty thoughts. Not that I let her, but I know she would. She works alone, a solitary moon keeping the most even pace of all of us. I think its because her Chant is the best. She came up with the idea for Chants, and we all came up with the words together. We're each essential, but Asteria is the only one who could break away from this life. She would survive being cast out.

And you already know about me.

I guess this all proves the best word to describe me is awkward. I'm in-between one extreme to the next even in the end.

Well, if you made it this far, thanks. You've made someone very happy by giving my little tale a glimpse.

Someone told me that's how I'm supposed to say goodbye; did it work?

<---Asteria

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Anatol--->

Credits: DogiCrimson, Pheonix447,

For RoR 23, Diseased Dollmaking

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