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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.57 m
Wingspan
0.64 m
Weight
1.85 kg
Genetics
Caramel
Tapir (Veilspun)
Tapir (Veilspun)
Robin
Edged (Veilspun)
Edged (Veilspun)
Bronze
Branches (Veilspun)
Branches (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Hoard
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Yin is quiet and reserved. She sees the value in being part of a larger group, but at the same time dislikes the company of other dragons. For this reason, she has made her home within a large pond situated near the border of her clan’s territory. She spends her days lurking in the watery depths. A film of algae covers her scales and often only her antlers are visible from the shore. These are often dismissed as nothing but driftwood that has fallen into the pond. She has formed a rather unusual bond with the local flock of ducks and will care for their ducklings so the parents can feed and stretch their wings. She almost always has a trail of them swimming after her or nestlings among her antlers if she is submerged. In return for her protection, the ducklings provide her with food. Much like the call of siren, their flock is an oddity in that their calls possess magical properties capable of luring the unsuspecting towards them and, by association, to their guardian...
Yin lounged lazily under the surface of the water. On the surface, ducklings danced, swam and sheltered among the crown of antlers adorning her head. She rarely fully submerged, often leaving her antlers exposed to protect the ducklings she guarded. Her eyes were closed in relaxation, allowing the gentle chirps and whistles of her charges to lull her into a state of tranquility. This was how she often spent her days, but the meditation was interrupted when she heard her ducklings begin to swim away. Cracking an eye open, she saw their little orange feet poking below the water’s surface, paddling and pushing their bodies towards the shore. Their calls continued to waft softly around the pond, but she could feel that they had changed. She had long since developed a resistance to the unusual properties the cries of this flock possessed, but others were often not so lucky.
She remained submerged, keeping one eye on the ducklings’ webbed feet. Gradually, her charges began circling back in her direction. Only this time they were followed by a set of feet wading through the shallows after them. A cloud of silt was kicked up around them as they moved farther and farther away from shore. Closer and closer they came to Yin’s position where she lurked in the deepest part of the pond. Their movements, previously stiff and slow, became quick, ungraceful and frantic as the victim finally pulled free of the ducklings’ mesmerizing spell. By now they were too far from shore and their body was too tired from the effort of getting out into the middle of the pond. They passed the point of no return even if they refused to accept that fact. It was only now that Yin finally raised her head so that her eyes poked above the surface of the water. Her lazy blue stare met the frantic eyes of the other dragon floundering in the water. For a moment, hope lit their expression. They probably thought she was here to save them. Poor thing. They panicked once more when she merely continued to watch them, realization that this was their end setting in.
The dragon’s head dipped under the water once, then twice. They spluttered frantically for air, water splashing all around them as they fought to stay afloat. Finally, Yin ducked back under the surface and darted towards the other dragon. Her jaws clamped firmly around their ankle, and she drove down into the deeps. The other dragon fought, kicked and twisted, trying everything they could to get away, but Yin’s grip held firm. The water turned a murky red around them from the wound on their leg. Only once they reached the bottom of the pond did she release them. She swam back to simply watch them again. They had no strength left to make for the surface at this point and instead stared up at the light reflecting through the water with sad, scared eyes. Bubbles leaked from the mouth. They reached up as if trying to grasp something. Then their eyes rolled back in their head, and they stopped moving. Tiny yellow specks darted down from the surface. The ducklings were here and together with Yin, they moved to feed.
accent; willow - 125
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Yin is quiet and reserved. She sees the value in being part of a larger group, but at the same time dislikes the company of other dragons. For this reason, she has made her home within a large pond situated near the border of her clan’s territory. She spends her days lurking in the watery depths. A film of algae covers her scales and often only her antlers are visible from the shore. These are often dismissed as nothing but driftwood that has fallen into the pond. She has formed a rather unusual bond with the local flock of ducks and will care for their ducklings so the parents can feed and stretch their wings. She almost always has a trail of them swimming after her or nestlings among her antlers if she is submerged. In return for her protection, the ducklings provide her with food. Much like the call of siren, their flock is an oddity in that their calls possess magical properties capable of luring the unsuspecting towards them and, by association, to their guardian...
Yin lounged lazily under the surface of the water. On the surface, ducklings danced, swam and sheltered among the crown of antlers adorning her head. She rarely fully submerged, often leaving her antlers exposed to protect the ducklings she guarded. Her eyes were closed in relaxation, allowing the gentle chirps and whistles of her charges to lull her into a state of tranquility. This was how she often spent her days, but the meditation was interrupted when she heard her ducklings begin to swim away. Cracking an eye open, she saw their little orange feet poking below the water’s surface, paddling and pushing their bodies towards the shore. Their calls continued to waft softly around the pond, but she could feel that they had changed. She had long since developed a resistance to the unusual properties the cries of this flock possessed, but others were often not so lucky.
She remained submerged, keeping one eye on the ducklings’ webbed feet. Gradually, her charges began circling back in her direction. Only this time they were followed by a set of feet wading through the shallows after them. A cloud of silt was kicked up around them as they moved farther and farther away from shore. Closer and closer they came to Yin’s position where she lurked in the deepest part of the pond. Their movements, previously stiff and slow, became quick, ungraceful and frantic as the victim finally pulled free of the ducklings’ mesmerizing spell. By now they were too far from shore and their body was too tired from the effort of getting out into the middle of the pond. They passed the point of no return even if they refused to accept that fact. It was only now that Yin finally raised her head so that her eyes poked above the surface of the water. Her lazy blue stare met the frantic eyes of the other dragon floundering in the water. For a moment, hope lit their expression. They probably thought she was here to save them. Poor thing. They panicked once more when she merely continued to watch them, realization that this was their end setting in.
The dragon’s head dipped under the water once, then twice. They spluttered frantically for air, water splashing all around them as they fought to stay afloat. Finally, Yin ducked back under the surface and darted towards the other dragon. Her jaws clamped firmly around their ankle, and she drove down into the deeps. The other dragon fought, kicked and twisted, trying everything they could to get away, but Yin’s grip held firm. The water turned a murky red around them from the wound on their leg. Only once they reached the bottom of the pond did she release them. She swam back to simply watch them again. They had no strength left to make for the surface at this point and instead stared up at the light reflecting through the water with sad, scared eyes. Bubbles leaked from the mouth. They reached up as if trying to grasp something. Then their eyes rolled back in their head, and they stopped moving. Tiny yellow specks darted down from the surface. The ducklings were here and together with Yin, they moved to feed.
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accent; willow - 125
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