Cacklebone
(#79649965)
Level 25 Mirror
Familiar
Sagittarius
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Mirror
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.92 m
Wingspan
6.82 m
Weight
534.04 kg
Genetics
Black
Ripple
Ripple
Black
Current
Current
Lead
Firebreather
Firebreather
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
123
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
63
INT
5
VIT
15
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
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He awoke to a burning on his face.
A hiss and a jerk, followed immediately by a clawed paw cupping his cheek and a soft ‘shhhh,’ from above. The wet rag pressed down on his brow again, intensifying the pain for a moment. The eyes not obscured by the dampness squinted up at the looming figure, silhouetted a toxic orange and green against the wasteland’s blistering sun. Four crimson-lime eyes stared back at him.
“I’ve stitched up the rest of your gashes already. You’re quite the heavy sleeper, you know.” A patient smile formed; its softness matched only by the darkened eyebags just above. He let out another strained groan in response, sitting up and away from the offending rag. His entire body throbbed, save for his wings, which were oddly numb.
“WhhHere,” his voice slurred, “didja fffind me?” He furrowed his brow, trying to recall what exactly he was doing before he collapsed in the wastes. His aches continued to make their presence known, clouding his mind in a dim haze. The figure finally stopped blurring before him, revealing themself to be a fellow germ, blistered and sore, though mirthful in their ails.
The rag, no longer needed, was wrung out as his savior continued, “Just a short ways north of here, not far from the border.” A clicking of the teeth, then the tongue. “You came across it, didn’t you? Those thorns can be a real nasty hassle.” The orange fellow cocked his head, eyeing up the bandages - his handiwork - on his neck and torso. “You’re right lucky the one didn’t gouge your eyes out.”
Suddenly, a waterskin was being offered to him. “The name’s Merc, by the way. Mercutio-” he snatched the drink and gulped it down, almost spilling it down his chest with his half-asleep clumsiness. “...-of the Blighter’s Caravan. My Clan disbanded some time ago, but I carry the name nonetheless.” Mercutio didn’t seem to take offense to being interrupted. Life and its necessary functions are more important anyway.
The wounded mirror gave a small snort, then a nod of respect.
A moment of silence passed.
“. . .”
“. . .”
He shifted on his haunches, still sitting directly in front of his supposed rescuer.
It would only be fair to give him his name in return, right?
“Heh.” A small chuckle escaped his body. “Eheh. Heh. Hhheckle.” That was a lie. “Heckle. Cacklebone.” He snorted. “Ssss’dumb, yeah-” a flippant wave of the talons, “-but I came up with it myself.” That was technically not a lie.
“I see.” Mercutio stretched his legs, standing upright at last. Tightening one of his many satchels to his belt, he hummed. “And where do you think you’ll be heading now?” One knot later, he offered his paw to Heckle. After a moment’s hesitation (and a small huff), he took it. The orange one tilted his head at Heckle’s weakly trembling legs, giving a small look of concern. “You - no offense intended - look like you could use a guide. Maybe. Or just someone that’ll make sure you won’t become vulture food again. I’ve chased off three already when I found you.”
Heckle was… reluctant to let go of his new friend’s arm. Likely for balance. He squinted at the ground for a moment, deliberately avoiding his gaze. “Anywhere that isn’t here, I guess.” His bandaged tail flicked in what he assumed was the direction the border was in. “The nearest sssmall townnnaaAUuwhh-” he yawned, then shook his head. He should be awake by now, but it was as if his wounds were sucking his energy right out of him.
“To Pinewatch then!” Merc gave a friendly shoulder bump to his new traveling buddy, who promptly stumbled and dug his claws into his arm, swearing under his breath. Nevertheless they set off almost immediately, the breezy fellow humming an old folk song as they trekked. Something tells Heckle he won’t be getting rid of him for awhile yet.
Temp. Badge Hoard
went for a dip in the soup for PvW
went for a dip in the soup for PvW
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