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Length
13.76 m
Wingspan
20.13 m
Weight
8141.97 kg
Genetics
Cerulean
Poison
Poison
Mint
Toxin
Toxin
Aqua
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Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Nemophila, Part 1, Interlude
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This chapter is set during Cuttlefish Part 1
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Nemophila, Part 1, Interlude
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This chapter is set during Cuttlefish Part 1
“You're hired!”
Nemophila hadn't even asked for the job, but now he was recruited aboard the massive ship as a painter. A painter, by the Eleven. But not to paint over the barnacle-encrusted hull. The captain and the crew all knew about Nemo and his world-famous paintings, they'd wanted him to paint portraits of the captain and the scenery of the Sea.
They'd also wondered just why Nemo never painted any seascapes before, and he nearly choked. But despite being a Ridgeback, Nemo did have some past sailing experience. Mostly just clinging to the railings and vomiting into the water.
He reluctantly agreed to join them and accept the job, but only because he needed the extra money. Surely he could stand one little trip out to Sea, if it meant selling more paintings. Then he could buy a better place to live, somewhere not so cramped, and somewhere as far away from the Sea as possible.
The anchor was raised, and they were off. Taking his mind off the rocking ship, Nemo took one last glance at the waves, and that was all he needed. He gathered this belongings to his cabin, and set to work.
Each brushstroke was smooth as he forced his mind off the movement of the ship and onto the canvas. Just hours before, he'd also taken a good look at the ship before being admitted aboard, and she was now cruising the rough waves against a stormy sky...
He didn't know just how long he'd been at work, but the ship suddenly lurched, alarming him as his brush jerked across the ship on the canvas. What was making him leave the safety of his cabin now, he didn't know either.
Nemo clambered up the stairs and out onto the deck...the waves crashed against the sides of the ship, rocking her further...lightning streaked the dark sky, but he heard no thunder...he heard nothing...except...
The crew were all staring out to Sea, as was the captain as he stayed at the wheel...but he wasn't fighting the waves...
Could they hear it, too? Nemo wondered...Was it one voice? Multiple voices? All promising love and making him love...
...the captain stared straight ahead...every face aboard the ship bore blank expressions or ones of desperation...some began shoving past each other... almost throwing themselves over the sides...
They never saw the rocks.
The ship crashed with an explosion, sending every dragon into the wild Sea. Nemo snapped out of his trance the instant the cold waters swallowed him. He looked around wildly as the other members of the crew were desperately clawing their way back to the surface, only to be dragged down into the inky depths, bubbles escaping their jaws as they tried to scream, and clouds of blood pooled into the water.
When the blood started to clear, he saw her.
Pale gold hair danced around her delicate face, sharp teeth bared in a menacing and cruel grin as she flicked her sky-blue fins and ripped open the captain's chest, tearing out his heart as more crimson stained the Sea...
Nemo's own heart stopped when her dark eyes stared directly into his, and he flailed his arms and wings until he finally broke the surface, sucking in an explosive gasp as he clawed his way to shore. He heaved himself up onto the sandy beach, his limbs shaking and heart hammering. Gazing out to the stormy Sea, Nemo could only watch in horror as whatever was left of the massive ship began to sink, unnaturally huge waves bringing her down.
Desperate, he frantically searched the shore and waves, hoping to spot any of the familiar faces he'd sailed with...if anydrake had managed to survive with him...
...but after what felt like an eternity...he knew then that they didn't make it.
Nemophila hadn't even asked for the job, but now he was recruited aboard the massive ship as a painter. A painter, by the Eleven. But not to paint over the barnacle-encrusted hull. The captain and the crew all knew about Nemo and his world-famous paintings, they'd wanted him to paint portraits of the captain and the scenery of the Sea.
They'd also wondered just why Nemo never painted any seascapes before, and he nearly choked. But despite being a Ridgeback, Nemo did have some past sailing experience. Mostly just clinging to the railings and vomiting into the water.
He reluctantly agreed to join them and accept the job, but only because he needed the extra money. Surely he could stand one little trip out to Sea, if it meant selling more paintings. Then he could buy a better place to live, somewhere not so cramped, and somewhere as far away from the Sea as possible.
The anchor was raised, and they were off. Taking his mind off the rocking ship, Nemo took one last glance at the waves, and that was all he needed. He gathered this belongings to his cabin, and set to work.
Each brushstroke was smooth as he forced his mind off the movement of the ship and onto the canvas. Just hours before, he'd also taken a good look at the ship before being admitted aboard, and she was now cruising the rough waves against a stormy sky...
He didn't know just how long he'd been at work, but the ship suddenly lurched, alarming him as his brush jerked across the ship on the canvas. What was making him leave the safety of his cabin now, he didn't know either.
Nemo clambered up the stairs and out onto the deck...the waves crashed against the sides of the ship, rocking her further...lightning streaked the dark sky, but he heard no thunder...he heard nothing...except...
The crew were all staring out to Sea, as was the captain as he stayed at the wheel...but he wasn't fighting the waves...
Could they hear it, too? Nemo wondered...Was it one voice? Multiple voices? All promising love and making him love...
...the captain stared straight ahead...every face aboard the ship bore blank expressions or ones of desperation...some began shoving past each other... almost throwing themselves over the sides...
They never saw the rocks.
The ship crashed with an explosion, sending every dragon into the wild Sea. Nemo snapped out of his trance the instant the cold waters swallowed him. He looked around wildly as the other members of the crew were desperately clawing their way back to the surface, only to be dragged down into the inky depths, bubbles escaping their jaws as they tried to scream, and clouds of blood pooled into the water.
When the blood started to clear, he saw her.
Marina
Pale gold hair danced around her delicate face, sharp teeth bared in a menacing and cruel grin as she flicked her sky-blue fins and ripped open the captain's chest, tearing out his heart as more crimson stained the Sea...
Nemo's own heart stopped when her dark eyes stared directly into his, and he flailed his arms and wings until he finally broke the surface, sucking in an explosive gasp as he clawed his way to shore. He heaved himself up onto the sandy beach, his limbs shaking and heart hammering. Gazing out to the stormy Sea, Nemo could only watch in horror as whatever was left of the massive ship began to sink, unnaturally huge waves bringing her down.
Desperate, he frantically searched the shore and waves, hoping to spot any of the familiar faces he'd sailed with...if anydrake had managed to survive with him...
...but after what felt like an eternity...he knew then that they didn't make it.
...
Weeks later, Nemo was seated at his old desk, writing back to dragons who'd wanted to interview him about the incident, but he'd declined. One letter was even from his family, commenting on how, that, as a sole survivor of the shipwreck, his popularity had increased, and he was invited to a family gathering and feast. He only groaned inwardly at this, as he doesn't come into contact with his family often. He would decline their offer, as well.
He did, however, sell more paintings, but it wasn't quite enough to move.
When he finished writing back to the last dragon that night, Nemo rubbed his temples and sighed. He'd gone all afternoon and evening without much to eat or drink, as it had been for the past few weeks. Dragons were relentless—they all wanted to know what happened and how he became the only survivor. But he'd refused to speak about it to anydrake.
Heaving himself out of his seat, he headed for the pantry. As he reached the hallway that lead to it, his pace slowed. He eyed each painting that hung on the walls. These were ones he hadn't yet sold, the ones he'd kept hidden from everydrake, and all were of stormy skies and seas...
But the last one was covered up with a canvas wrap.
He stopped, frozen, staring at it, his heart beginning to pound uncontrollably. He could hear that damned singing now...
...her wonderful voice beckoning to him and soothing his soul...
He ripped the canvas sheet off, and there she was.
She was looking out to Sea, gazing at a ship sailing in the distance, as he'd painted her so. She sat poised perfectly on rocks in the middle of the dark Sea, her blue fins dipped into the water and her delicate face partially hidden by her golden hair as it spilled down her small shoulders. Her eyes were gentle yet hungry as she stared right into him, her fangs exposed in a grin...Nemo's heart thundered wildly—
—he blinked—
—and she was now facing away from him and staring back out to the Sea towards the ship—
—and in a flash Nemo threw the cover back over the portrait, his claws trembling and his breath ragged...
What was this? What was she? Did she somehow have power over him even here and now?
I must dispose of it...No! I can't...I should sell it...Nodrake else can have it...I must...
I should...I...
He didn't know how long he stood there, slowly turning mad. Finally, he buried his face with one paw and sank to his knees...
Weeks later, Nemo was seated at his old desk, writing back to dragons who'd wanted to interview him about the incident, but he'd declined. One letter was even from his family, commenting on how, that, as a sole survivor of the shipwreck, his popularity had increased, and he was invited to a family gathering and feast. He only groaned inwardly at this, as he doesn't come into contact with his family often. He would decline their offer, as well.
He did, however, sell more paintings, but it wasn't quite enough to move.
When he finished writing back to the last dragon that night, Nemo rubbed his temples and sighed. He'd gone all afternoon and evening without much to eat or drink, as it had been for the past few weeks. Dragons were relentless—they all wanted to know what happened and how he became the only survivor. But he'd refused to speak about it to anydrake.
Heaving himself out of his seat, he headed for the pantry. As he reached the hallway that lead to it, his pace slowed. He eyed each painting that hung on the walls. These were ones he hadn't yet sold, the ones he'd kept hidden from everydrake, and all were of stormy skies and seas...
But the last one was covered up with a canvas wrap.
He stopped, frozen, staring at it, his heart beginning to pound uncontrollably. He could hear that damned singing now...
...her wonderful voice beckoning to him and soothing his soul...
He ripped the canvas sheet off, and there she was.
She was looking out to Sea, gazing at a ship sailing in the distance, as he'd painted her so. She sat poised perfectly on rocks in the middle of the dark Sea, her blue fins dipped into the water and her delicate face partially hidden by her golden hair as it spilled down her small shoulders. Her eyes were gentle yet hungry as she stared right into him, her fangs exposed in a grin...Nemo's heart thundered wildly—
—he blinked—
—and she was now facing away from him and staring back out to the Sea towards the ship—
—and in a flash Nemo threw the cover back over the portrait, his claws trembling and his breath ragged...
What was this? What was she? Did she somehow have power over him even here and now?
I must dispose of it...No! I can't...I should sell it...Nodrake else can have it...I must...
I should...I...
He didn't know how long he stood there, slowly turning mad. Finally, he buried his face with one paw and sank to his knees...
...
Another week passed, and Nemo had an unexpected guest arrive, who had insisted on his visit.
“The name's Guile,” the odd little Nocturne introduced himself, flipping a card in Nemo's direction. “Collector of the curious, mysterious and wondrous,” he added, tipping his hat.
Nemo tilted his head slightly in confusion as he read over Guile's business card. Why would a dragon such as he wish to see him?
“Now you must be wondering why I'm here,” Guile started, as if reading his mind. “It was truly tragic, what happened to the rest of the crew—”
“Look,” Nemo cut in, his voice rumbling, “I'm not available for any discussions on the matter. I'm afraid you'll have to leave.”
“Not even about...her?”
Nemo froze, eyeing him curiously. “'Her'?” he echoed.
Guile's eyes shone. “You saw something out there that nodrake was meant to see and live to tell the tale...a siren.”
Reluctantly, Nemo told him everything, and that there must have been more than the one siren he'd seen. The Ridgeback also reluctantly showed Guile the portrait of the golden-haired one.
The Nocturne noticed Nemo averting his gaze from the painting, and he smiled. “I could take this one—and the rest—off your paws,” he offered, producing a fat pouch that jingled with coins, and tossed it to Nemo.
The Ridgeback caught it gingerly with one paw. Peering inside, his breath caught in his chest. There was more than enough treasure here for a brand new studio ...maybe even a better house...
“So...do we have a deal?” Guile wondered, his smile stretching.
Another week passed, and Nemo had an unexpected guest arrive, who had insisted on his visit.
“The name's Guile,” the odd little Nocturne introduced himself, flipping a card in Nemo's direction. “Collector of the curious, mysterious and wondrous,” he added, tipping his hat.
Nemo tilted his head slightly in confusion as he read over Guile's business card. Why would a dragon such as he wish to see him?
“Now you must be wondering why I'm here,” Guile started, as if reading his mind. “It was truly tragic, what happened to the rest of the crew—”
“Look,” Nemo cut in, his voice rumbling, “I'm not available for any discussions on the matter. I'm afraid you'll have to leave.”
“Not even about...her?”
Nemo froze, eyeing him curiously. “'Her'?” he echoed.
Guile's eyes shone. “You saw something out there that nodrake was meant to see and live to tell the tale...a siren.”
Reluctantly, Nemo told him everything, and that there must have been more than the one siren he'd seen. The Ridgeback also reluctantly showed Guile the portrait of the golden-haired one.
The Nocturne noticed Nemo averting his gaze from the painting, and he smiled. “I could take this one—and the rest—off your paws,” he offered, producing a fat pouch that jingled with coins, and tossed it to Nemo.
The Ridgeback caught it gingerly with one paw. Peering inside, his breath caught in his chest. There was more than enough treasure here for a brand new studio ...maybe even a better house...
“So...do we have a deal?” Guile wondered, his smile stretching.
Continued in Guile part 1
Bio below is not by me
Bio below is not by me
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Generation 2
something started unfurling in her mind...
"I am the mother of all unfurling malice, they shall underestimate you for your looks. Let them underestimate us but reminded them that when we strike, we shall sting like the bees and wasps." Halictus hissed to the hatchling at her claws.
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Generation 4
Is it so far from madness to wisdom?
I am a Thornling! Queen Guinevere of the Court of Thorns is called beautiful by many and kind by none. Ultimately rejecting every male that courts her, the Queen longs for love... and for an adoring court full of her beautiful descendants. Click the button to learn more!
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Generation 5
A king long corrupted and a queen long in love, a lineage of prince and princesses lengthens each day...
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Sadly not a butterfly or a bee/wasp
The two eldest Myosotis and Eryngium are constantly trying to outdo each other in grades, graduation, fighting, etc. And in their most recent competition, they are trying to find the best partners in their relationship to outdo the other, so their partners had to be prettier, smarter, etc. This leaves them with a trail of broken hearts. Their younger brother is done with their tomfoolery. Nemophila is a well-known artist and is in very low contact with his family, only talking at family gatherings.
Nemophila also known as baby blue eyes represents victory and success.
The two eldest Myosotis and Eryngium are constantly trying to outdo each other in grades, graduation, fighting, etc. And in their most recent competition, they are trying to find the best partners in their relationship to outdo the other, so their partners had to be prettier, smarter, etc. This leaves them with a trail of broken hearts. Their younger brother is done with their tomfoolery. Nemophila is a well-known artist and is in very low contact with his family, only talking at family gatherings.
Nemophila also known as baby blue eyes represents victory and success.
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