DRONE
(#81615284)
Level 1 Fae
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Ichor Nymph
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.66 m
Wingspan
1.43 m
Weight
0.93 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Wasp
Wasp
Obsidian
Bee
Bee
Pink
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
NAME: H328-DRONE-81615284
NICKNAME: Newmoon
PRONOUNS: It/It's, He/Him
GENERATION: GEN 4
RESIDENCE: The Treetops
GROUP: Unconnected
ROLE: DRONE
ORIGIN: Found by the clan when it was young.
PARTNER: N/A
FRIENDS: Pomegranate, Dream, Cherry
NAME:
NICKNAME:
GENERATION:
RESIDENCE:
ALLIANCE:
ROLE:
ORIGIN:
PARTNER:
CLOSE FRIENDS:
XX/XX/XXXX
CLAN YEAR 91
"Oh- where did you come from...?"
"..."
"Do you have name, little one? Do you need to go home?..."
It slowly shook it's head.
"Oh- Are you lost?"
A nod.
"Alright... I suppose you can come with me for now. Is there something I can call you?"
It didn't respond, earning a head tilt of concern from the older dragon.
"Odd little one... There's no one else in the nursery right now, you'd be lonely there, I'm going to take you back to the village, alright?"
It didn't know what many of the words meant, why this dragon seemed so concerned over it's wellbeing- It was expendable, after all. A drone. But the older dragon picked it up, carefully cradling it in their arms as they flew. Like it mattered if it lived or died.
How curious.
"I'm going to call you Newmoon for now, is that alright?"
It nodded. It didn't care what they called it, since they clearly didn't understand it wasn't a dragon in the first place.
It observed at the other dragon flew, flapping it's wings experimentally as it saw them do in the air above it. It wasn't much use to the hive if it couldn't fly, so for now it gathered information. Information to give back to the hive, whenever it got away from... whatever this was.
For now, it could try be useful.
The dragon who had picked it up had dark blue wings and bright pink scales, lined and spotted with a lime green gradient at the side. They headed to the centre of the village, where the buildings slowly got more elaborate and the light brighter and warmer, even in the thundering rainy night, so they held some kind of importance in the tribe.
It noted one of the dragons they flew past standing on the walkway, insect-like scales matching a drones in far brighter colours, a possible target to assimilate. They did appear to have milky, clouded over eyes however, and a blind drone would be of no use.
All it had to do was gather information, scout out this... odd version of a hive, and return back to it's own. It could prove itself, it could. Prove it wasn't useless, wasn't defective.
Though, he wondered why he seemed to be able to think for himself, in a fragmented way, conscious thoughts outside of the Hivemind going unnoticed by those within. And why wandering into this element-ridden territory had silenced that connection to the Hive entirely.
XX/XX/XXXX
CLAN YEAR 96
FIVE YEARS LATER
Surprisingly, the clan hadn't kicked it out. And for as many scouting trips as it had been on, it couldn't find a Hive nearby to return to. It was grown now, and had taught itself to speak when alone, but was yet to say a word to any of the others of the clan. They were... odd.
The dragons had picked up pretty quickly that it understood common fine, and for some unknown reason, never got annoyed at it for not speaking in return when they spoke to it. They didn't ignore it either, seemingly considering it a member of the clan.
The dragon he'd considered as a possible target had taken an interest in it, often coming to talk to it for no apparent reason. She would sit at it's side for hours, flicking her tail absentmindedly and talking to it, never seeming bothered that it never responded back.
It was strange, and she was clearly confused about what it was, but it found it didn't mind her presence. Her chatting has explained much of how this clan worked, who they were, and it had gotten some useful information out of her talking.
Pomegranate, it learned her name was, and she called it Newmoon like Cherry had.
Pomegranate was blind, as it had guessed, and it had acted as her eyes on more than one occasion. From what she'd told it, from what she'd been told, the clan found her lost in their woods with no where to go and nothing but vague memories of the light and ice flights lands. A wandering and lost dragonet, found by the tribe and taken in.
The nods and head shakes it would usually give meant nothing to her, and it taken to tapping the wooden platforms in the trees they lay on with it's clawtips instead. One tap for yes, two for no.
It wasn't sure what to think of her.
"Newmoon! Where are you? I got cake, c'mon!"
She called them friends.
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
STATUS: ALIVE
DESIGNATION: H328.DRONE.#
OTHER NOTES: HIVEBORN FROM H328. GIFTED TO ANY HIVE THAT FIND THIS.
EXPENDABLE
DRONE
Dragonlike creatures with black chitin in place of scales, who move as though possessed. Drones are not sentient, they are not sapient, and they can barely be considered alive. They are disposable workers, who serve under the control of a rogue consciousness that treats them less like living beings and more like extensions of its own body. A consciousness is the brain, and its drones are the muscle, the sinew, the churning innards.
NICKNAME: Newmoon
PRONOUNS: It/It's, He/Him
GENERATION: GEN 4
RESIDENCE: The Treetops
GROUP: Unconnected
ROLE: DRONE
ORIGIN: Found by the clan when it was young.
PARTNER: N/A
FRIENDS: Pomegranate, Dream, Cherry
NAME:
NICKNAME:
GENERATION:
RESIDENCE:
ALLIANCE:
ROLE:
ORIGIN:
PARTNER:
CLOSE FRIENDS:
CLAN YEAR 91
"Oh- where did you come from...?"
"..."
"Do you have name, little one? Do you need to go home?..."
It slowly shook it's head.
"Oh- Are you lost?"
A nod.
"Alright... I suppose you can come with me for now. Is there something I can call you?"
It didn't respond, earning a head tilt of concern from the older dragon.
"Odd little one... There's no one else in the nursery right now, you'd be lonely there, I'm going to take you back to the village, alright?"
It didn't know what many of the words meant, why this dragon seemed so concerned over it's wellbeing- It was expendable, after all. A drone. But the older dragon picked it up, carefully cradling it in their arms as they flew. Like it mattered if it lived or died.
How curious.
"I'm going to call you Newmoon for now, is that alright?"
It nodded. It didn't care what they called it, since they clearly didn't understand it wasn't a dragon in the first place.
It observed at the other dragon flew, flapping it's wings experimentally as it saw them do in the air above it. It wasn't much use to the hive if it couldn't fly, so for now it gathered information. Information to give back to the hive, whenever it got away from... whatever this was.
For now, it could try be useful.
The dragon who had picked it up had dark blue wings and bright pink scales, lined and spotted with a lime green gradient at the side. They headed to the centre of the village, where the buildings slowly got more elaborate and the light brighter and warmer, even in the thundering rainy night, so they held some kind of importance in the tribe.
It noted one of the dragons they flew past standing on the walkway, insect-like scales matching a drones in far brighter colours, a possible target to assimilate. They did appear to have milky, clouded over eyes however, and a blind drone would be of no use.
All it had to do was gather information, scout out this... odd version of a hive, and return back to it's own. It could prove itself, it could. Prove it wasn't useless, wasn't defective.
Though, he wondered why he seemed to be able to think for himself, in a fragmented way, conscious thoughts outside of the Hivemind going unnoticed by those within. And why wandering into this element-ridden territory had silenced that connection to the Hive entirely.
XX/XX/XXXX
CLAN YEAR 96
FIVE YEARS LATER
Surprisingly, the clan hadn't kicked it out. And for as many scouting trips as it had been on, it couldn't find a Hive nearby to return to. It was grown now, and had taught itself to speak when alone, but was yet to say a word to any of the others of the clan. They were... odd.
The dragons had picked up pretty quickly that it understood common fine, and for some unknown reason, never got annoyed at it for not speaking in return when they spoke to it. They didn't ignore it either, seemingly considering it a member of the clan.
The dragon he'd considered as a possible target had taken an interest in it, often coming to talk to it for no apparent reason. She would sit at it's side for hours, flicking her tail absentmindedly and talking to it, never seeming bothered that it never responded back.
It was strange, and she was clearly confused about what it was, but it found it didn't mind her presence. Her chatting has explained much of how this clan worked, who they were, and it had gotten some useful information out of her talking.
Pomegranate, it learned her name was, and she called it Newmoon like Cherry had.
Pomegranate was blind, as it had guessed, and it had acted as her eyes on more than one occasion. From what she'd told it, from what she'd been told, the clan found her lost in their woods with no where to go and nothing but vague memories of the light and ice flights lands. A wandering and lost dragonet, found by the tribe and taken in.
The nods and head shakes it would usually give meant nothing to her, and it taken to tapping the wooden platforms in the trees they lay on with it's clawtips instead. One tap for yes, two for no.
It wasn't sure what to think of her.
"Newmoon! Where are you? I got cake, c'mon!"
She called them friends.
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THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
STATUS: ALIVE
DESIGNATION: H328.DRONE.#
OTHER NOTES: HIVEBORN FROM H328. GIFTED TO ANY HIVE THAT FIND THIS.
EXPENDABLE
DRONE
Dragonlike creatures with black chitin in place of scales, who move as though possessed. Drones are not sentient, they are not sapient, and they can barely be considered alive. They are disposable workers, who serve under the control of a rogue consciousness that treats them less like living beings and more like extensions of its own body. A consciousness is the brain, and its drones are the muscle, the sinew, the churning innards.
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