Camael
(#84177929)
Vavoom!
Familiar
Blushing Tendertiel
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.25 m
Wingspan
1.96 m
Weight
70.68 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Metallic
Metallic
Gold
Bee
Bee
Gold
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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a The child of an angel and a demon, this creature is previously unheard of, unseen, and unimagined. It's quite an ineffable thing, really... |
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bio code by crowael
Average. That's how most would probably describe his little corner of town. A café on the corner, a florist next door, a confectioner's shop just across from her, and a small park round the bend. And, of course, his own shop. Ribbons on display, parchment of all sorts with patterns embossed along the edges, inks of so many grades and colors. But the focal point of the place wasn't that. No, it was my desk, set up in the bay window on the side. Baskets of flowers hung overhead on strings, ribbons interspersed on spools in between. A selection of glass pens and quills were laid out along the back, set in their own little holders. Some of the warmer, simple varieties of paper were stacked on the side, with wax seal stamps and a slew of wax cubes in little jars opposite them. Even if he wasn't settled on the rack before the desk, loosely looped on the hooks usually saved for coats, the calligraphy corner would draw the eyes of passerby. He paused his work, the delicate glass pen hovering over one of the shorter strips of paper. It was aged, artificially of course, with what could only be called "intricate" writing, for lack of a more illustrious term. Had he lost track of his words, his sonnet put to pen and parchment? Had he recalled an order, perhaps, for an upcoming anniversary of some forgetful pair? Maybe he'd spotted the massive foxlike florist, carefully adjusting the dented pseudo-pearl of her grinning limbo partner in her own little hobby room on the shop floor? Or perhaps he'd caught the laughter on the wind of drakes taking to their mugs early, reveling the thankfully clear skies? Maybe he'd noticed the confectioner, or was he a baker...? Whatever he was, had he spotted the coatl taking his time off from teaching to indulge in his own sweet-making hobby alongside his rather energetic spouse? No, none of those seemed right. It was perhaps the most familiar pair to him, really, settled at one of the outdoor tables at the café as they chattered away. The pipe-like creature, with his pale blue eyes and usually nervous grin, was giving one of the few genuine smiles the spiral had ever seen on him. He almost looked soft, like a fluffy feather boa. He'd worry over the pearl in his satchel if he didn't know any better, especially knowing who that pearl belonged to. It was the sight of said owner, a pearlcatcher of pale blues and pinks, that gave him his own little smile. The way he went on, clearly on a tangent about one of his passions, told the spiral all he needed to know. He washed the pen, setting it aside carefully before unwinding himself from his perch. He was quick to use sand to dry the ink, tucked the parchment into a drawer on the side, and swept over to the counter. It came to him like flying to a skydancer, or perhaps breathing to any living creature. A small selection of asters were swiftly placed into a basket, alongside some marbles the fox had set aside for those rare occasions he wanted to surprise his partner, a variety of chocolates, some star-shaped gummies, and a prismatic ribbon to tie it all off. He even added a fluffy dove-like feather quill and parchment roll to the mix before turning to a darker basket. He was quick to find other flowers, an arrangement of egret flowers and little blue blooms, mixed in with a variety of baubles, knick knacks, and trinkets that had a faint gleam to them. He finished it off with a pale blue bow, watching as everything finally settled into place. There was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch into eternity before the spiral nodded to himself, scooped up the basket, and burst through his shop door in a blur of pale purple and brilliant gold. As the sky suddenly found some clouds to bring overhead, seemingly out of nowhere, the blur swept by the table. The couple jolted as he left the first basket right in the paws of the fox, then the second in the lap of the pearlcatcher before he darted up to the lowered awning. It didn't take long for the poles meant to hold it up to find their place in their holders, setting the awning up abruptly over the tables closest to the café itself. He was about to rush off when something nabbed him by the tail, dragging him right back to the table. He found himself smiling up at his mentor with his own energetic grin, his head tilted to the side as he let out a little chuckle. "Uh... hi there Chammy." He could see the faint defeated look in his mentor's eyes as the pipe fox limbo tied himself even tighter on his own perch, clutching the basket clearly meant for his partner like it was a lifeline. "Camael, what are you-?" A crack of thunder was the only warning they got before the sudden downpour started, causing many confused pedestrians to flee for cover. The startled foxlike bark across from them told Camael all he needed to know as he twisted around himself, tilting his head. "Ha ha... um, vavoom?" Chammy audibly sighed at that, shaking his head as he let the Yang Ineffable go. "For the last time, we aren't living in a Jane Austen novel, or any other romance novel for that matter." The spiral gave his best grin, preparing to take off into the rain just beyond the shelter he'd been dragged under not moments prior as he shook his head. "Oh no, I know. If I was gonna pull an Austen, I'd have had to set up a ballroom dance! No patience for that, really." With that, he took off, leaving the pair to stare after him as he called back to the lovebirds with a cackle. "But the storm still counts as the perfect vavoom!" He knew they'd never admit it, and in the end, they didn't need to. He knew some of those new students, bright-eyed and eager to learn, would find this storm to be the perfect place to bond with the unlikeliest of drakes. Even if romance didn't blossom between them, or perhaps a fiery rivalry to rival the sister gods of the Eleven, the bonds forged would be enough for Camael. Besides, he always got a new set of customers after one of his storms. Lore notes until I finish dusting off cobwebs.
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