Lark
(#84131248)
Level 1 Banescale
Familiar
Fiendcat
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Banescale
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.21 m
Wingspan
4.67 m
Weight
640.62 kg
Genetics
Pistachio
Fern (Banescale)
Fern (Banescale)
Navy
Blend (Banescale)
Blend (Banescale)
Overcast
Skeletal (Banescale)
Skeletal (Banescale)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
Lark
Barrista
son of a mafia leader & a bounty hunter
Kiwi whistled some unrecognisable tune as he entered the pantry. He just knew that this particular customer was being difficult on purpose, yeah so what if the milk he used was from a goat?? Oh? you don’t want goat milk? okay that’s fine good sir let me just get some parakeet milk for you! Kiwi continued grumbling as he fumbled with the light switch trying to find the fridge, the light buzzed for a second before lighting up the pantry with a soft *tink*. He opened the fridge door and a body bag fell out of it with a loud thud. Kiwi shrieked and jumped ten feet into the air breathing heavily, he steadied himself shakily and took a deep breath “LAARKK!!! COME HERE NOW”
Lark, who was desperately trying to deal with the problematic customer, winced visibly and walked into the pantry slowly, his tail dragging on the floor a bit. “Kiwi . . . Well uh you know how hard it is for the mafia to find suitable places to store . . . things” he twiddled his claws, without looking Kiwi in the eye.
Lark was still quite young and Kiwi was sincerely surprised when the small banescale came knocking on his door for a job. He was even more surprised with the things that followed him, for example a visit first from his mother who swore to deal Kiwi a slow death if he didn’t take care of her son properly. Then from his father . . . Kiwi shuddered. Lark looked at him apologetically knowing what Kiwi was thinking about.
“I’ll try to get them to use the outside fridge next time” he nodded solemnly, Lark took a look at the body bag. “isn't that the owner of our rival tavern?” He said in surprise his eyes widening
Kiwi hesitantly peered closer at the body, against his will he let out a squeak of joy, “hehee old mister Heber kicked the bucket, ahh I always told him-“ Kiwi stopped abruptly and blushed so hard he went pink as his eyes “I- I mean what a terrible shame” Kiwi shook his head sadly but it wasn’t very convincing.
Lark gave him a stare then sighed “help me get him back in the fridge then”
~ ART ~
Barrista
son of a mafia leader & a bounty hunter
Kiwi whistled some unrecognisable tune as he entered the pantry. He just knew that this particular customer was being difficult on purpose, yeah so what if the milk he used was from a goat?? Oh? you don’t want goat milk? okay that’s fine good sir let me just get some parakeet milk for you! Kiwi continued grumbling as he fumbled with the light switch trying to find the fridge, the light buzzed for a second before lighting up the pantry with a soft *tink*. He opened the fridge door and a body bag fell out of it with a loud thud. Kiwi shrieked and jumped ten feet into the air breathing heavily, he steadied himself shakily and took a deep breath “LAARKK!!! COME HERE NOW”
Lark, who was desperately trying to deal with the problematic customer, winced visibly and walked into the pantry slowly, his tail dragging on the floor a bit. “Kiwi . . . Well uh you know how hard it is for the mafia to find suitable places to store . . . things” he twiddled his claws, without looking Kiwi in the eye.
Lark was still quite young and Kiwi was sincerely surprised when the small banescale came knocking on his door for a job. He was even more surprised with the things that followed him, for example a visit first from his mother who swore to deal Kiwi a slow death if he didn’t take care of her son properly. Then from his father . . . Kiwi shuddered. Lark looked at him apologetically knowing what Kiwi was thinking about.
“I’ll try to get them to use the outside fridge next time” he nodded solemnly, Lark took a look at the body bag. “isn't that the owner of our rival tavern?” He said in surprise his eyes widening
Kiwi hesitantly peered closer at the body, against his will he let out a squeak of joy, “hehee old mister Heber kicked the bucket, ahh I always told him-“ Kiwi stopped abruptly and blushed so hard he went pink as his eyes “I- I mean what a terrible shame” Kiwi shook his head sadly but it wasn’t very convincing.
Lark gave him a stare then sighed “help me get him back in the fridge then”
~ ART ~
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