Rafflesia
(#81612578)
Rotten holes | She/It/They
Dracunculus
Boilback Slink
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Ridgeback
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.9 m
Wingspan
12.64 m
Weight
8211.43 kg
Genetics
Blood
Leopard
Leopard
Maroon
Clouded
Clouded
Tan
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
"Karma nests within us all our lives,"
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Rafflesia • Garden's Blight • 
Gender-Fluid Mate- N/A Occupation-Outcast |
On the outskirts of the Everbloom Grove's territory, where the Gardens and Consulate meet, some visiting Talonok have noticed a horrific sight near a less than crystal clear pool. a Ridgeback, riddled with holes yet still moving and breathing. She is a part of the Grove, but seems to keep to herself, away from the rest of the dragons. It calls itself Rafflesia, and their boilback companion Dracunculus. While a quiet loner, those who can move pass her off-putting appearance will find that she and her familiar are quite good company, always happy to hear a story or two of the clans and lands outside of their little clearing in the grove. |
Code by SpectreCitadel • Assets
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"It's an unstable morning for both the sky and my nerves."
Lore Pending
 Bunny • Caretaker  Nicolle • Acquaintance  Morrigan • Acquaintance Zodiac Sign • Favorite Holiday 
Favorite Food • Favorite Trinket 
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I haven't forgotten. I can't forget.
Their wings ached, making them roll over in discomfort while avoiding
the edge of the mid deep pool. They were used to it by now of course, but that didn’t make the throbbing any more bearable. Shutting their eyes, only the gentle lap of the wind on the water could be heard, soothing and- stop- They grimaced, resisting the urge to touch the rotten surface of their wings as fresh stabbing pains coursed through them. Eyelids closing again, trying desperately to get any rest, but abnormal sounds came from the forest and underbrush. Sighing, they sat up. As the trees got pushed aside by a taloned foot, a familiar face peeked from between them.
“Come to bother me again?” they rasped, the holes in their jaw chafing uncomfortably against their teeth.
“Always, that’s my job,” she replied with a cheeky grin. Her rabbit became visible as she walked nearer, nestled between the wings folded on her back.
They muttered grumpily under their breath. “It’s not your job, you choose to do this for no discernible reason.” Looking down slightly abashedly, they asked in a low tone, “So…did you bring me anything this time?”
She laughed, a clear crisp tone that cut through the sounds of the wood and the birdsong. “Of course, I wouldn’t come with anything less than special for you, my dear.” She pulled things out of her pack as they blushed at those words, still unused to the cheerful environment she always seemed to bring with her. A ceramic crudely made jar, a wrapped platter of something steaming hot, and gauze. Coming to their side, she knelt and extended their wings with gentle claws. They flinched reflexively, their breaths coming shallower and faster as they resisted the urge to draw their wings back. She understood this reaction, allowed them to calm before asking permission to try and help.
“What- what are you going to do?” Their eyes were wide with fear, not knowing how to react to touch other than remembering intense pain. During their travels, branches and thorns had torn at their wings, getting caught in the already existing holes and tearing deep gouges through the membranes. No contact had ever been a benefit, had never even been necessary or pressed upon them.
She opened the jar, holding it up so they could lean down and sniff the scent coming from inside. It smelled strongly of chickweed with an undertone they couldn’t name. It appeared to be a cream of some sort and their guess was confirmed as she explained it was an ointment for their wings. After a couple moments of hesitation, they agreed tentatively.
As her hands soothingly spread the herbs on their wings, they gritted their teeth and chewed at the craters in their cheek. It wasn’t that it hurt or was even uncomfortable, other than being a bit cold. It was just- these feelings of her touch, it felt different than anything they had ever known. No dragon had ever touched them tenderly before, always repulsed or manipulating them for personal gain instead. Was this what care was like, what being looked after was like, perhaps even…what friendship could be? They didn’t know why anyone would choose to spend time with them, but she had returned after all. Closing their eyes once more, in a calm mood completely contrasting the restlessness of before, they listened to the sounds of the water and knew no pain..
the edge of the mid deep pool. They were used to it by now of course, but that didn’t make the throbbing any more bearable. Shutting their eyes, only the gentle lap of the wind on the water could be heard, soothing and- stop- They grimaced, resisting the urge to touch the rotten surface of their wings as fresh stabbing pains coursed through them. Eyelids closing again, trying desperately to get any rest, but abnormal sounds came from the forest and underbrush. Sighing, they sat up. As the trees got pushed aside by a taloned foot, a familiar face peeked from between them.
“Come to bother me again?” they rasped, the holes in their jaw chafing uncomfortably against their teeth.
“Always, that’s my job,” she replied with a cheeky grin. Her rabbit became visible as she walked nearer, nestled between the wings folded on her back.
They muttered grumpily under their breath. “It’s not your job, you choose to do this for no discernible reason.” Looking down slightly abashedly, they asked in a low tone, “So…did you bring me anything this time?”
She laughed, a clear crisp tone that cut through the sounds of the wood and the birdsong. “Of course, I wouldn’t come with anything less than special for you, my dear.” She pulled things out of her pack as they blushed at those words, still unused to the cheerful environment she always seemed to bring with her. A ceramic crudely made jar, a wrapped platter of something steaming hot, and gauze. Coming to their side, she knelt and extended their wings with gentle claws. They flinched reflexively, their breaths coming shallower and faster as they resisted the urge to draw their wings back. She understood this reaction, allowed them to calm before asking permission to try and help.
“What- what are you going to do?” Their eyes were wide with fear, not knowing how to react to touch other than remembering intense pain. During their travels, branches and thorns had torn at their wings, getting caught in the already existing holes and tearing deep gouges through the membranes. No contact had ever been a benefit, had never even been necessary or pressed upon them.
She opened the jar, holding it up so they could lean down and sniff the scent coming from inside. It smelled strongly of chickweed with an undertone they couldn’t name. It appeared to be a cream of some sort and their guess was confirmed as she explained it was an ointment for their wings. After a couple moments of hesitation, they agreed tentatively.
As her hands soothingly spread the herbs on their wings, they gritted their teeth and chewed at the craters in their cheek. It wasn’t that it hurt or was even uncomfortable, other than being a bit cold. It was just- these feelings of her touch, it felt different than anything they had ever known. No dragon had ever touched them tenderly before, always repulsed or manipulating them for personal gain instead. Was this what care was like, what being looked after was like, perhaps even…what friendship could be? They didn’t know why anyone would choose to spend time with them, but she had returned after all. Closing their eyes once more, in a calm mood completely contrasting the restlessness of before, they listened to the sounds of the water and knew no pain..
Written by Astaraela
Compliments+More wrote:
"wow, what a gorgeous plague child, i adore the outfit you gave for her so much :0"
"Rafflesia is a very fitting name! corpse flowers are so cool."
"Rafflesia is a very fitting name! corpse flowers are so cool."
Dracunculus | He/Him
Despite her subspecies, Rafflesia is actually quite bothered by it's many holes. Some days are better than others, on their best days, it's a very dull throbbing, Rafflesia won't even mention it to anyone, on their worse days, She'll spend multiple nights restless in her nest, body racked in a stinging pain and a never-ending itch. Dracunculus tries his best to soothe them, but alas, only so much can be done for pains such as these..
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