Ire
(#81345452)
"Advice is all I can give."
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Energy: 45/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.39 m
Wingspan
6.1 m
Weight
727.23 kg
Genetics
Coal
Leopard
Leopard
Eldritch
Basic
Basic
Sanddollar
Sparkle
Sparkle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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________________________I R E ________________________{ eye-urr } ___________________The Tie-Breaker | _________ |
► CHARACTER The most reliable thing in Ire’s life were his pigments. He knew the texture of each one, the way the blocks ground beneath his pestle, the way the colors would bloom in his ink medium. Every swirl and splotch is an old friend, a comfort in his ever-tumultuous life. A letter arrived today to the Council, right in the middle of a meeting, delivered by a Wildclaw messenger from the plague god’s domain. The scrap of parchment held only a few words. Eggs found. Need home. A hand-drawn map, with an x scratched not a day’s flight from the Wyrmwound. The messenger saluted with one hooked claw and launched into the sky. Of course, the decision fell to him. The elders balked at the notion of sending dragons into the heart of plague territory; Abba declared that he would travel himself to retrieve the eggs before leave them unprotected. The whole meeting had given him quite a migraine, really. Far too much shouting. Perhaps one of the clan healers had an herb for headaches. So now he sits in his room painting. The quiet is sweeter than honey. He runs his claws along his forearm. His newest creation, half-finished, an abstract flurry of tendrils of ivy and swirls of flame, vibrant orange with hematite brown mixed in for its sparkle. A labor of love–the hematite stone took a good pounding to be workable. It needs more work, he thinks. A touchup around the edges. A bit messy, perhaps, but he needs to finish it before the ink dries out. Spells left unfinished lost their power. Ire dips his brush in a bowl, drawing the hairs across his scaly arm, twirling the bristles slowly around into a tight spiral. The pigment flows into place, exactly as it should, setting on his scales and forming clean lines. Better for spellcasting. The candle burns down to its brass holder just after he finishes the design, casting long shadows across his room. Gin will have his head if he finds out how late it is. The inkwork is perfect, a fine product of his steady paw and focused eye. He sits back, eyeing his work with satisfaction. Ire waves away the last embers on the wick, and the smoke curls in the air around his head. He can see in the darkness, just barely, with his heat-seeking eyes. He raises a claw, waves it across the tattoo, and the delicately painted runes explode with light. He takes another sip of his tea. |
INVENTORY
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