StrawberryMilk
(#79225507)
Level 1 Tundra
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.45 m
Wingspan
3.7 m
Weight
141.62 kg
Genetics
Rose
Piebald
Piebald
Pearl
Paint
Paint
Ivory
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
- start -
something you didn't even realize was there buzzes to life, startling those present. static echoes in the room amongst layers of silence.
"can you.. hear me?"
runes fill the room, and a piece of technology manifests against the wall. the static is back. tensions are high.
do you answer the voice? do you inspect the gadget? the clock is ticking, and the choice is yours.
The previous item shrivels immediately to glitter, and in its place spawns a familiar.
This thing shouldn't talk, but it speaks as readily as ever.
"Greetings," the candelabra flickers loosely as it looks up at the dragons. "Apologies for the intrusion, but Veno is in an awful sort of problem, at the moment. The Starship Arcadia has sunk to the bottom of the Worldedge Wetlands; and we need to retrieve as much of its contents as draconically possible."
____"I've never heard of any of those, either. But... bottom of the wetlands? Is there a dragon trapped down there, or something? I don't know how much any of us here can help, we're mostly drylanders." XxXprincessXxX paused, thinking. Well, if they could choose who the message went to, they probably would have, right? Or maybe... they thought the message wouldn't be well received elsewhere...?
____"Don't, uh, don't get me wrong. If there's folks to be helped, we can... I guess I could ask-- no, Koi would bite my head off if I asked anyone off from gathering duty... anyone else interested in coming wouldn't be old enough..." She trailed off, realizing it'd be pretty difficult to spare dragonpower from the clan as they prepared for the lean winter months. People would want to help, but it would get bogged down in talking to other clans, and in the meantime there was someone out there who needed help now.
____But one dragon? One lone wolf out on her own, slipping away from the endless obligations of being the only dragon in the clan who knew how to fix broken wires...? One dragon could probably be spared. "Okay, actually, uh... here! Let me write a note to Kira, so she doesn't worry, then you and I can go and figure out fixing whatever it is. Can't be too hard, right? You and me, we'll head on over to, whatsit, the Wetlands place." XxXprincessXxX cast about for something she could use to write, found an itty bitty notepad, and struggled to write a short message for Kira. (XxXprincessXxX hoped it was legible; she mostly typed.)
____ As XxXprincessXxX and the familiar left Kira's abode, and went to the obelisk's workshop to pack a bag, she asked some questions. "I should ask-- do you have a name? Mine's XxXprincessXxX," she said (yes, all the X's said aloud too), "but you can call me Princess if it's easier. And, uh, I guess-- anything else about this situation you can tell me?"
something you didn't even realize was there buzzes to life, startling those present. static echoes in the room amongst layers of silence.
runes fill the room, and a piece of technology manifests against the wall. the static is back. tensions are high.
do you answer the voice? do you inspect the gadget? the clock is ticking, and the choice is yours.
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____Kira's hands jitter in shock, and the tea she was drinking clatters to the floor. "Arcanist's blooming trousers!" she exclaims, jumping to alertness and scanning the room. Her room--which now sported a broken teacup, a spill she'd have to clean up later, and an alarmingly looming machine of some sort. She sighed. "Better go get Princess. She knows what to do with this sort of thing." ____Kira leaves, only to return shortly after, dragging an extremely unenthusiastic Obelisk behind her. "...No, no, it's-- it just appeared out of thin air! Why would I play a prank on you? This could be serious!" |
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____Grumbling under her breath, XxXprincessXxX let herself be shoved through the doorway by the alarmed skydancer. But once she was inside, the machine took her full attention. "Well, that's not something you see every day, huh?" The obelisk approaches, careful not to step on the shards of broken porcelain. ____Once closer to the machine, she examines it closely-- checking especially for any buttons, wires, or panels that she could tinker with. "Isn't like Kira to be this freaked out, but I guess I would be too, if a mainframe dropped in my workshop," she mused to herself. "But what in Sornieth would bring a thing like you here, to the stuffiest cottage in the Starwood?" |
The previous item shrivels immediately to glitter, and in its place spawns a familiar.
This thing shouldn't talk, but it speaks as readily as ever.
"Greetings," the candelabra flickers loosely as it looks up at the dragons. "Apologies for the intrusion, but Veno is in an awful sort of problem, at the moment. The Starship Arcadia has sunk to the bottom of the Worldedge Wetlands; and we need to retrieve as much of its contents as draconically possible."
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| ' | ____This is an unwelcome adjustment for XxXprincessXxX, who had previously only been inches away from the machine. She startles, taking a few steps backwards, and lands on some of the teacup shards. "Ai ai ai!" |
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____At this development, Kira rushes back in, both to play diplomat and support Princess as best she could. (It wasn't much, really; the obelisk being so much bigger than her. But at the very least, Kira thought to herself, she may be able to stop Princess from knocking the whole room over.) ____"Veno? Starship Arcadia...? I'm afraid I've never heard of... Well-- first things first, let me get you some bandages, Princess. If you can help it, try not to bleed on the carpet while I'm gone?" With that, Kira leaves her abode before anyone else can get a word in edgewise. (Nothing she had in the house would be big enough for Princess.) |
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| ' | ____XxXprincessXxX rolled her eyes affectionately. "If she'd waited half a blink, I could've told her I wasn't even bleeding, but that's Kira for you." It did hurt a little bit, still. Holding her back paw off the ground with some care, XxXprincessXxX put her attentions to the strange familiar. |
____"I've never heard of any of those, either. But... bottom of the wetlands? Is there a dragon trapped down there, or something? I don't know how much any of us here can help, we're mostly drylanders." XxXprincessXxX paused, thinking. Well, if they could choose who the message went to, they probably would have, right? Or maybe... they thought the message wouldn't be well received elsewhere...?
____"Don't, uh, don't get me wrong. If there's folks to be helped, we can... I guess I could ask-- no, Koi would bite my head off if I asked anyone off from gathering duty... anyone else interested in coming wouldn't be old enough..." She trailed off, realizing it'd be pretty difficult to spare dragonpower from the clan as they prepared for the lean winter months. People would want to help, but it would get bogged down in talking to other clans, and in the meantime there was someone out there who needed help now.
____But one dragon? One lone wolf out on her own, slipping away from the endless obligations of being the only dragon in the clan who knew how to fix broken wires...? One dragon could probably be spared. "Okay, actually, uh... here! Let me write a note to Kira, so she doesn't worry, then you and I can go and figure out fixing whatever it is. Can't be too hard, right? You and me, we'll head on over to, whatsit, the Wetlands place." XxXprincessXxX cast about for something she could use to write, found an itty bitty notepad, and struggled to write a short message for Kira. (XxXprincessXxX hoped it was legible; she mostly typed.)
____ As XxXprincessXxX and the familiar left Kira's abode, and went to the obelisk's workshop to pack a bag, she asked some questions. "I should ask-- do you have a name? Mine's XxXprincessXxX," she said (yes, all the X's said aloud too), "but you can call me Princess if it's easier. And, uh, I guess-- anything else about this situation you can tell me?"
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