Angel
(#91705990)
Level 8 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.98 m
Wingspan
8.85 m
Weight
637.28 kg
Genetics
Splash
Flaunt
Flaunt
Fog
Flair
Flair
Orchid
Points
Points
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Wildclaw
EXP: 106 / 16009
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Pure Gen 2
Father: Toxie
Mother: Virulent
Born: 12/25/23
~ Angels Beginning ~
On a quaint street adorned with colorful Christmas lights, a shabby shave ice store stood, its walls covered in peeling, pastel wallpaper that whispered of decades past. Inside, the air hummed with the sound of a clinking bell above the door as two figures huddled behind the counter.
"Angel, can you make another batch of snow cones? The line's getting longer," urged a short, Stumpy Snapper, as they scooped shimmering powders into paper cones.
Angel, a young Dragon with blue and purple scales shimmering under the fluorescent lights, nodded and closed her eyes. A delicate hum emanated from her as her breath frosted the air, conjuring a swirling flurry of icy crystals that danced around her in a mesmerizing display. The sweet scent of peppermint and the sound of sizzling snow filled the room as she worked her magic.
As the line snaked out the door and into the frosty night, customers laughed and chattered, their warm breath swirling with the snowy air. Angel's creations, infused with her enchanting snow, were the talk of the town, drawing folks from far and wide to taste her delectable concoctions.
Yet, beneath the joyful facade, a faint worry lingered in Angel's heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that her extraordinary abilities, so rare in a place where snow was but a distant dream, would attract attention beyond the whimsical world of snow cones.
Father: Toxie
Mother: Virulent
Born: 12/25/23
~ Angels Beginning ~
On a quaint street adorned with colorful Christmas lights, a shabby shave ice store stood, its walls covered in peeling, pastel wallpaper that whispered of decades past. Inside, the air hummed with the sound of a clinking bell above the door as two figures huddled behind the counter.
"Angel, can you make another batch of snow cones? The line's getting longer," urged a short, Stumpy Snapper, as they scooped shimmering powders into paper cones.
Angel, a young Dragon with blue and purple scales shimmering under the fluorescent lights, nodded and closed her eyes. A delicate hum emanated from her as her breath frosted the air, conjuring a swirling flurry of icy crystals that danced around her in a mesmerizing display. The sweet scent of peppermint and the sound of sizzling snow filled the room as she worked her magic.
As the line snaked out the door and into the frosty night, customers laughed and chattered, their warm breath swirling with the snowy air. Angel's creations, infused with her enchanting snow, were the talk of the town, drawing folks from far and wide to taste her delectable concoctions.
Yet, beneath the joyful facade, a faint worry lingered in Angel's heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that her extraordinary abilities, so rare in a place where snow was but a distant dream, would attract attention beyond the whimsical world of snow cones.
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Exalting Angel to the service of the Stormcatcher 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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