Maybells' dragon Teon

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.97 m

Wingspan

5.22 m

Weight

463.69 kg

Genetics

Pearl
Iridescent

Robin
Bee

Robin
Filigree

Hatchday

Sep 21, 2022
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Ice
Uncommon

Level 1 Wildclaw

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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Teon
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godly

^{the kids aren't alright}

people in those old photographs I've seen are dead
and in the end, I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend

^{➔ song}

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_{^{B I O}}

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➔ general
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› goes by Teon, he/him

› racing commentator and retired champion

› comes from a wealthy family of racers

➔ personality

› often seeks external validation from others

› speaks many languages due to his affluent childhood

› describes himself as hard worker rather than talented

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^{i. once upon a time, a friend…}

➔ before their dreams dissipated

• "You’ll be a champion one day", he could hear the wistful tone of the fellow youngster, to anyone else it would’ve seemed like the usual backhanded compliment from the press, another headline exclaiming ‘Oh! The son of, on track to continue the legacy! Does he have the talent to deserve his destiny, the status of his birth ?’. However, he knew him. And, he’s sure some part of his friend might feel slighted by the circumstances of their respective lives, how wide a canyon, wealth and a family name could carry oneself. But, on this day, under the warm night sky, he knew what he really meant : ‘You might forget about me’. He knew, but still, he didn't have an answer for it. So as always, he chose a corny one, "In this future, I’m sure we’ll both be sharing the podium. We’ll reach our dream together". It seemed like a lie, an impossible promise, but nonetheless, he said it. Because, he knew it was true to his feelings and to his hopes for his best friend. They both had the rest of their lives to figure it out, make it happen. He didn’t want to leave anything unsaid.

• For decades, he wondered when he would finally feel like this. Feel like what he said that night reached a level of truth where he could exclaim these words loudly in front of a camera, "You know, I told him so! Decades ago! Back then, we were still nearly hatchlings, but I knew already". And as the show host asks, somewhat doubtful of his known mischievous personality, "How ?". He felt it. Their dream came true. They’re both here, competing to be the champion this oncoming year. The sweet amalgamation of all the hard work and haunting hopes of both their life, their families’ dream, their dream, what they sacrificed their youth for : it’s coming true. Realistically, none of them have any chance of wining this year, they’re not on a good team. But, they could. "Ever since the first time I saw him, I knew he had destiny on his side", and perhaps sensing this old corniness was too much for tomorrow’s headlines, he quickly added in, "You know, when he was still new to the junior racing league, he beat me on our first race. I’ve never lost so often before that! How could he, this kid that beat me, not be special in some way ?". The studio audience laughed at his usual light-hearted cockiness. Predictably on time, the next morning, the headlines read ‘Childhood best friends on the same team! Will their teamwork save their struggling engineers ?’

• ‘Would it have been a better ending, if our story stopped back then instead ?’ Frozen on that talk show, ‘dreams do come true, happily ever after’. But his dream did reach a stop. Critics would say that perhaps he doesn't have dreams big enough for that kind of destiny, or that he was scared of a good fight, but he always wore the truth on his sleeve, at least about this type of matter : he was simply tired of it. He’s a champion now, the only end was to stop, someday. And he’d rather do it still on top of his career. As he stood with him on their last podium together, not as friends anymore but as rivals, he couldn't help but be glad to have shared his career and whole life on these tracks alongside someone like him. To everyone, fans and journalists alike, asking him "Why retire ?", he simply answered back "Why not ?", his dream came true already. He became a champion a few years after his friend did so thrice, and despite the fights, betrayals and lingering animosity, he was grateful for where they ended up. He was proud of both of them. His friend’s destiny seemed to have no end in sight yet, but at this moment in time, both their names are engraved next to each other’s on the trophy and in the history books alike. Even though his younger self might've disagreed, this was an ending worthy of his past dreams.

➔ after their dreams came true

• As he stood there, microphone in hand and press pass around his neck, he could almost imagine a life in which he wouldn’t know the fellow wildclaw getting hounded by the media. ‘He didn’t need anything but his talent to catch the eyes of destiny, he would’ve been a star in every universe’, he wistfully thought. He wouldn’t lie, sometimes he wondered what it would be like if he was the one who had all those championship victories. People probably expected it to be him, but turns out, he wasn’t. With some humour, if he was on a talk show right now, he’d say destiny faked him out on that. He never regretted his choice, but sometimes he caught his heart wondering on childish hopes. Akin to his father, he won one championship, a great accomplishment that few racers could ever hope to achieve, but standing next to someone with 7, how can one not wonder the what-ifs of his own circumstances no matter how great already ? And above all, how can one not be at least a little bit scared of being ignored, holding out the microphone from the other side of the barrier ?

• A few words. That’s all, and it was to be expected but it still stung somehow. He’s not his friend, not his rival, and not a fellow racer anymore. If he was being realistic, and he was known to often be, of course that would be the logical chain of events. They don’t have anything linking them together, their dreams were both too close and too far apart, and without it they’re strangers. Without that dream, his younger self wouldn't have become friend with someone so different, not because he looked down on anyone from a humble background, but because liking the same flavour of snacks wouldn't have been nearly enough to meet each other. His melancholic thoughts, however, were cut short by noisy whispers, "See I told you so! He hates his guts! He has the nerve to come here and talk as if they know each other, when he’s the one who betrayed him using unfair tricks to win. I’ve always disliked him before that too, I was right. And he’s going around as if he’s better than us at our job! These spoiled rich kids are all the same, can’t believe how Rev even managed to endure talking to someone like that all these decades". Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he sighed, ‘glad to see the vultures never change’. He slowly walked away. It didn’t hurt him. Maybe it was presumptuous, but he never considered himself an ordinary racing commentator or journalist, he had been on the other side of that barrier before. He knew what it was like. They would always look like vultures to him, even from this side. Maybe he should've said something to leave them speechless, along the lines of ’He doesn't like being called Rev, did you know ?’ but he wanted to take this job seriously without causing too much ruckus. He wanted him to see he wasn’t one of them.

• The opinions of vultures never really hurt, it did when he was a hatchling, but not now. However he was tempted to say it did. ‘Of course, why else would I be in a bad mood ?’ he’d answer his worried colleague. But no one would have believed him. He was glad that the imperial was the one in this commentary booth with him, someone else might’ve been more annoying about it. Eyes still fixed on the live interview feed, his mind kept replaying the scene. A small fae asking ‘Who is your favorite rival in your career so far ?’, followed by a few laughs from the rest of the media there, but also drawing a smile from the red wildclaw himself, who seemed amused by the question. No hesitation however, in the response, ‘Hmm, I’d say Cove’. That didn’t surprise him per say, Covet was always going around being mischievous, even back then. Yet, a small part of his heart, still the same as back when they were young hatchlings, couldn’t help but feel sad. How harsh a choice from destiny, to decide he wasn't even worthy of being remembered as anyone’s favorite rival, let alone anyone’s friend.

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^{ii. happily ever after}

➔ work in progress

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➔ spendings
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› 22.09.21. dragon hatched myself

› 22.08.24. skin printed myself

› 22.00.00. apparel for

➔ random facts

› if you know who this is inspired by, I'll simply say 'and what were you doing at the devil's sacrement ?'

› I guess kind of a "fandragon" but not really. he is similar to yk who with his background however he won’t be that close personality wise, aka I’m making him less annoying, a boring choice on my end I know :3

› also I don’t ship him with his friend, I simply often write overly invested friendships since I’m not a fan of romance, but I don’t mind the fans who do ship them

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