WishinIWasFishin
(#77745822)
Women want me, fish want me, everybody wants me.
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Obelisk
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.79 m
Wingspan
15.51 m
Weight
5956.45 kg
Genetics
Sanddollar
Jaguar
Jaguar
Dirt
Blend
Blend
Pink
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Obelisk
EXP: 4958 / 16009
STR
8
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
44
MND
6
Biography
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//✩ S T I C K S/ /////////He/Him | //////////////////////////// | /////// |
Age: Job: Song: |
N/A Fiddler xxx |
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"Hey Trout, stop screwin' around and pay attention to your line. Looks like you've got a bite!" The fishing pole jerked again, almost slipping from its lean. Trout managed to snag the handle before it could slip into the water, only to almost get pulled in with it. "Woah nelly!" He exclaimed, frantically pulling on the line as every other dragon turned to watch him wrangle his bite. The fishing pole bent and the line wiggled wildly as Trout spun the reel like a mad dragon. It was over in a matter of seconds, the line pulled completely taut. Before anyone could so much as blink, there was a yank, and a snap, as the rod finally gave out by splintering in two. The loss of tension made him stumble back and nearly overbalance, much to the disappointed murmurs of the rest of the fishing party. "It was a big 'un too, I could tell." Trout lamented, holding the remains of his broken pole. Before he could even start to formulate how he would eventually tell the story about the 'fish who got away', the water behind him first rippled, than began to churn. In a single movement, the water lifted and began to dome as something very large rocketed to the surface. Something was coming out of the pond. The creature emerged from the pond with a cascade of water from its massive flank, coppery scales shining in the liquid sunlight. Thick vegetation covered its back like a mane, reeds and water lilies disturbed by its movement as it rose. And rose. And rose. Shouts of exclamation rose from the fishing party as one giant paw slapped the mud of the shoreline, then the other. Under all the greenery, it was hard to discern the nature of the creature, but with those shiny round eyes, the coppery fins, and the long, drooping whiskers, it almost looked like... Before anyone could even begin to comment on what it might be, it struck. Ten tons of swamp life and scales descended upon the gathered dragons faster than anything that size had a right to move. Its great mouth opened with vicious intent, a monster accustomed to swallowing whatever it could manage to fit inside. A hook gleamed from its upper lip, where a thread of fishing line remained attached. |
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"An' him disappearin' down the beast's gullet was the last I ever saw of Trout," The grizzled old Pearlcatcher finished with a solemn dip of his head. He didn't look particularly broken up about it, though. In fact, he looked rather pleased with himself, his eyes gleaming as he stared at his audience of one. Kaluna looked down at her clipboard, where only the words 'Giant Fiddler?' were scrawled, and nothing more. She made a point to write down only the pertinent details of a case, and while the Pearlcatcher, whose name was Ghiler, was nothing short of a goldmine of information, most of it wasn't exactly credible. "I don't think I've ever heard a fishing story quite like that," Kaluna said, truthfully. Ghiler, resting upon a nest of pillows she had made up when he complained of his creaking bones, suddenly seemed to be struck by something. "I forget. Did I tell you how Trout got his name? I figur' it's only tellin' that he ended up like one in the end." "No," She said, and shuffled her coils. "I was actually hoping--" Before she could ask her question, he immediately launched into another tale, far before her time, about the dragon who had apparently met his end in the mouth of an oversized catfish. It was getting quite to the point where she believed he didn't particularly care for closure on the event, the main reason he'd come in was to beguile her with an array of stories. "I says to him, 'If you were actin' any fishier, you'd be a trout!' That crazy son of a gun liked it so much it stuck. Even his mama damn near forgot his actual name near the end." "Uh-huh." Kaluna said while he caught his breath, then interrupted before he could collect his thoughts. "I was actually hoping you'd be able to tell me where you saw this creature? Did this pond have a name?" He squinted at her, and she tightened her tail around the pillar she was loosely wrapped around, suddenly self-conscious. Being interrupted clearly annoyed him, but he was forthcoming all the same. "Hamph. I was tellin' you before, me and the boys were out tryin' to find Trout's illusive fishin' hole. Never did find it, since Gary was kickin' up a ruckus about the mud between his toes." He sniffed. "Mordy's pond, could've been. Mortimer's. Somethin' with an 'M'." It wasn't much, but a name was better than nothing. She jotted both down on her piece of paper. "And can you tell me about how big this ah, creature was? Maybe a size comparison?" At this, he lit up again, almost sparkling with the memory. "I'm tellin' you, it was the size of a Guardian in their prime! Not as tall as the trees, mind you. But it might've been able to knock 'em over it it got a mind to it. Those things have been growin' and dyin' on top of each other for ages, though, so it'd have to be pretty determined." "Any uh, specific measurements? Metric, if possible?" Kaluna tried, but her voice died before she finished the last syllable. "With big ol' whiskers, long as reeds! I already told you how poor Trout was swallowed in one gulp, and I thought my own days were numbered. But I told myself, Ghiler, if you get got too, your pearl's gonna be sittin' in that beasties stomach for who knows how long. I couldn't bear the thought of my darling spendin' the rest of her days in the belly of somethin' that come crawling out of one of Plaguemama's cauldrons." The pearl was what he was worried about? She thought in alarm. "That reminds me, actually. It had to be, oh, has to be around twelve years ago now. I remember it was a Tuesday, just cause I remember thinkin' about how I was goin' to go visit with Gary the next day, which we always did on Wednesdays, you know?" It was too much to hope he'd keep on track for longer than a minute or so. Kaluna just sighed, setting aside her pen and sheet as she braced herself for more of Ghiler's long winded yarns. 
"Arcanist's sake! How are we even meant to follow up on any of this?!" It was later in the afternoon, and for the second time that day, Kaluna found herself unable to get a word in edgewise. Darnel was usually straightforward, if a bit on the surly side, but this story on top of everything else he'd dealt with that day (As he assured her beforehand was A Lot) seemed to poke a nerve with his last straw. He turned the clipboard around and showed her own research, but his claws shook enough she couldn't even read the sparse words she'd written down. "We are an institute of strange and esoteric magic. It's a giant catfish. They eat whatever they can fit in their mouths, and don't have an upper limit on size. It's not even particularly a threat." He ranted and raved. Just because it was about the response she expected from their research coordinator didn't mean she wanted to hear him tear the lead apart. It wasn't just because she tended towards having an open mind, she had to, when her main specialty was researching creatures which may or may not exist, but she also felt he was being a smidge unfair. "If the story has any water to it, it might be the largest Fiddler ever documented," She pointed out. "Assuming it's still alive, it would be even larger now." Darnel stopped shaking the sheet, and she internally let out a sigh of relief he wasn't going to scatter her papers everywhere. There were things on that clipboard she didn't want anyone to see. "Maybe it would be, but magic doesn't sound like it's involved here. It's just a strange quirk of nature." "So? It technically counts as a cryptid. Which we do have an entire field of study for." "I can't send out teams to drain every pond in the Northern Mirelands on the word of a lonely old Pearlcatcher," He complained. "There's too much land to cover, and honestly, there's more dangerous things in there than a fiddler who could swallow a dragon whole." "I'll be sure to research this on my own time, then," Kaluna said, almost surprising herself with how confident she sounded. "What, really?" He blinked both sets of eyes. She'd surprised him enough the aggrieved tone of his voice had all but disappeared. "You'll waste your time on that, but not the high profile cases?" "It is my area of expertise," She reminded him. "Not the- Not the time wasting thing. Look, you don't have to send anyone out if you don't want to. I'll just, do a bit of poking around. Nothing too serious." "You're not going to find much," He huffed. He left it at that, though. So long as he didn't have to organize a team, or spend hours searching through reports even sparser than her notes, he didn't have much to complain about. Not that it'd ever stopped him before. He was right. It might very well be nothing, but it wasn't going to stop her either. With a dip of her wing, Kaluna grabbed the papers and the beginnings of the research file, already formulating a plan to dig into local tales and recent history, to see whether anyone else had ever had an encounter with the 'Fiddler from hell', as Ghiler had put it. "Still, good luck," She heard him say, just as she was about to slither out the door. "You're going to need it." "Thanks," Kaluna smiled. It was as much of an endorsement as she would ever get from him. |
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