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Dahlia
(#90700879)
Level 1 Auraboa
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Energy: 48/50
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
![Scene: Arena](/static/cms/trinket/39684.png)
Measurements
Length
18.78 m
Wingspan
16.44 m
Weight
3705.46 kg
Genetics
Honey
Harlequin (Auraboa)
Harlequin (Auraboa)
Grey
Peregrine (Auraboa)
Peregrine (Auraboa)
Umber
Scuttle (Auraboa)
Scuttle (Auraboa)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Auraboa
EXP: 0 / 245
![Meditate](/static/cms/battle_items/496.png)
![Contuse](/static/cms/battle_items/689.png)
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
7
INT
8
VIT
6
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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I. . .I am Guardian. . .I am Protector. . . .
She was born into the Nature flight, a young drake given magic by her breed's creator. Her kind was meant to protect something similar; a ginormous tree, giving life and freedom to those who truly require and deserve it. Her egg was hatched in a bright world, taken carefully by the drakes surrounding her. . .and the Yggrasil.
It was an enormously rooted figure, spanning just like the giant Behemoth itself. Even in her egg, she felt resonance within it, nesting up against it with the others in the aerie around the roots. While the others had spread around, exploring their diverse and luminant world, she had stayed behind, finding most comfort around the mother-like tree. She felt things; she. . .heard things. Whispers to her, messages she could receive, but oddly not the other hatchlings her age.
You are Dahlia. Dahlia. . .can you hear me. . .?
It confused her the first time, but more and more had she listened to the Yggdrasil's comforting voice in the words, understanding more and more.
She is protector. She is Guardian. She must keep it safe, just like her ancestors.
Dahlia strived to this promise she believed in. Anyone who came close whenever she saw them, friend or foe, she would instinctively hurl herself towards them, growling and biting at them as an attempt to make the possible danger stay away. She takes it seriously, but oddly has "an exception": A Banescale, colored as if he represented the great tree itself with luminescent green eyes, seeming to brighten whenever he came close to it.
She doesn't understand the words he speaks most of the time, but knows one thing: he likes the Yggdrasil as well.
He is not Protector. He is not Guardian.
She at first tried to keep him away as well, until she was given another message by the old oak:
Do not hurt him. He is safe. He hears my voice.
The small Auraboa grumbles whenever he comes around, crossing her feathered arms. He is not Protector. He is not Guardian.
I am Protector. I am Guardian. I keep mother tree safe. I keep mother tree healthy.
She was born into the Nature flight, a young drake given magic by her breed's creator. Her kind was meant to protect something similar; a ginormous tree, giving life and freedom to those who truly require and deserve it. Her egg was hatched in a bright world, taken carefully by the drakes surrounding her. . .and the Yggrasil.
It was an enormously rooted figure, spanning just like the giant Behemoth itself. Even in her egg, she felt resonance within it, nesting up against it with the others in the aerie around the roots. While the others had spread around, exploring their diverse and luminant world, she had stayed behind, finding most comfort around the mother-like tree. She felt things; she. . .heard things. Whispers to her, messages she could receive, but oddly not the other hatchlings her age.
You are Dahlia. Dahlia. . .can you hear me. . .?
It confused her the first time, but more and more had she listened to the Yggdrasil's comforting voice in the words, understanding more and more.
She is protector. She is Guardian. She must keep it safe, just like her ancestors.
Dahlia strived to this promise she believed in. Anyone who came close whenever she saw them, friend or foe, she would instinctively hurl herself towards them, growling and biting at them as an attempt to make the possible danger stay away. She takes it seriously, but oddly has "an exception": A Banescale, colored as if he represented the great tree itself with luminescent green eyes, seeming to brighten whenever he came close to it.
She doesn't understand the words he speaks most of the time, but knows one thing: he likes the Yggdrasil as well.
He is not Protector. He is not Guardian.
She at first tried to keep him away as well, until she was given another message by the old oak:
Do not hurt him. He is safe. He hears my voice.
The small Auraboa grumbles whenever he comes around, crossing her feathered arms. He is not Protector. He is not Guardian.
I am Protector. I am Guardian. I keep mother tree safe. I keep mother tree healthy.
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This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Dahlia to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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