Centrola
(#77877777)
Level 25 Spiral
Familiar
Jade Troodo
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.98 m
Wingspan
1.96 m
Weight
61.84 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Cyan
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
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» CENTROLA <> EVAH « | || | PARADOX | || | glitch skin; m pose on f pose | special ID# - 77877777 (partial interrupted string) | ...something.... isn\'t..... righ//t.
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She was having dreams again. She lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, her trembling hands clasped firmly on her chest. They weren't real - she knew that, she wasn't delusional - but they sure as hell seemed real. Sometimes she could wake up, sometimes she couldn't; sometimes she knew that she was dreaming, and sometimes she felt exactly the same as when she was awake and lucid. Sometimes she didn't feel the pain. Sometimes she did. Letting out a breath, she closed her eyes, relaxing the fingers that had begun to dig into her palms. She knew they weren't real, she knew. And yet… She let herself imagine they were. Let the implications roll over her like furious waves, crushing her down, lifting her up, crushing her back down again, all the while shoving bitter water down her throat as they tried to drown her. She choked and choked but couldn't breathe, couldn't get air, couldn't, couldn't, didn't, should've- She sat bolt upright, her eyes flying open. Fumbling for the lamp at her bedside table, she flipped the switch, flooding the small room with light. Squinting, she shook her head, blinking rapidly as her eyes adjusted. With one resigned motion she threw back the covers, slipped out of bed, and padded toward the bathroom, planning to wake herself up fully with a cold shower. Better- a freezing one. Rivers of glacier water couldn't hurt, since she damn well wasn't going back to sleep. What time even was it? She took a glance at her watch - still banded on her wrist, she noted, just like the old mascara that was most likely smeared all over her face and pillow, and the rumpled jeans and hoodie she had worn the day before. And fallen asleep in, apparently. Delightful. Freaking delightful. Not to mention that it was two thirty in the morning, and she wanted coffee, and she was tired, and she felt crappy, and she just wanted one night, ONE, of good rest. Was that so much to ask? Apparently it was. Rolling her eyes, she huffed her way into her tiny bathroom, still squinting, bleary-eyed, and thirsting for a good dose of caffeine. She winced when she saw her reflection in the mirror, black circles of mascara and eyeshadow smeared sloppily over pale, pasty skin. She looked like a rabid raccoon. Scratch that. She looked like a rabid, starving raccoon in need of a haircut, a facial and some sleeping meds. What a night. Avoiding looking at her reflection, she stripped off her jeans and hoodie, balled them up, threw them on the counter. Wrinkled her nose at the stale sweat smell, shook her head, and flipped on the ventilator, deciding the rabid raccoon needed a facial and a laundry session. And maybe a class on how to be a basic human with basic human knowledge about basic human cleanliness. Or maybe she was an alien from Pluto and wasn't really human at all. That would definitely explain it. She reached back and undid her hair from its tangled tail, combing her fingers through it as she grabbed the soap from the cabinet with her other hand. She gave a cursory glance at the label, blinked, and did a double take. Did that really say Chicken Smoothie Shampoo, Lavender? What type of shampoo brand was Chicken Smoothie? What in the deepest depths of- All thought stopped when she yanked open the shower curtain. So bright, so red. So vivid. Spattered and pooled and twisted, drawn across the white walls, jagged script forming four letters, dripping down, still warm, still alive, still beating with fear and panic and anger, and she could feel it, pressing in on her chest like an anvil, the letters hammering away at her lungs until she couldn't think, couldn't speak. Couldn't scream. She could only read her name, over and over, written on her bathroom wall in angry, bloody script: EVAH She stumbled backward, dropping the soap, her hand falling from the shower curtain as her eyes rolled wildly for the doorknob. It was here, wasn't it? Where did it go? Why couldn't she breathe? Breathe, Evah. But she couldn't. She couldn't because all she could see was her name written on her shower wall, the tang of iron in her nostrils, the plastic curtain slick in her hands. Hands coated with red. EVAH. EVAH. EVAH. She tried to scream but she couldn't, the dark closing in, her vision throbbing white, then red, then black. Something around her throat squeezed and she gasped, whimpering, falling to the floor and curling in a ball as the pounding in her head grew louder, angrier. EVAH. EVAH. EVAH. EVAH. She raised her hands to her head, not realizing the blood that slicked them dripped onto her face, sliding down her fingers and into her pores, sinking in like a parasite. It writhed like a living thing, digging into her skin, burrowing through her flesh and into her bones. The pain was unbearable. It screamed and screamed and screamed but she couldn't make a sound, couldn't do anything but lie there and listen, lie there and cry, lie there and feel the life draining out of her body, her own blood being sucked from her, a mosquito gorging itself on a bloody feast— EVAH. THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS. EVAH. EVAH. EVAH. She never realized that she was dreaming. | xxxxx |
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