Aubyrn
(#92031622)
W. . .wa. . .tch. . . .
Familiar
Ensorcelled Volume
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Auraboa
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
18.4 m
Wingspan
15.23 m
Weight
3002.26 kg
Genetics
Auburn
Piebald (Auraboa)
Piebald (Auraboa)
Hickory
Lacquer (Auraboa)
Lacquer (Auraboa)
Magenta
Paradise (Auraboa)
Paradise (Auraboa)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Auraboa
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
7
INT
8
VIT
6
MND
8
Biography
A-Awake. . . .
. . .As-sleep. . . .
He drifts between the confines of slumber and consciousness frequently, unable to readjust to his own whims at most times. Aubyrn, when awake, does nothing but watch with analytic eyes everywhere, not a single word ever leaving his fanged mouth commonly.
. . .As-sleep. . . .
He drifts between the confines of slumber and consciousness frequently, unable to readjust to his own whims at most times. Aubyrn, when awake, does nothing but watch with analytic eyes everywhere, not a single word ever leaving his fanged mouth commonly.
 
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The Auraboa is a questionable mystery to many of his fellow clanmates, especially the only other Auraboa in the whole group. With how often people find him almost in a trance-like state, it's extremely difficult to remember he's part of the newer generation of his breed. Probably. It doesn't hurt, though it might when he suddenly topples to the ground, asleep instantly. They've tried countless ways to reawake him, eventually realising he'll have to wake up himself hours later. He seems fine afterward, slithering around and watching everyone while acting like he never slept randomly for hours. He's even able to fall back asleep when night falls. |
 
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One of the colder nights. Wind blew against his small feathers, nipping at the tips. He shivered in his little huddle, a hole embedded into a thick tree just barely big enough for him to slumber in. Alone with the wind, not a soul in sight, and quietly whimpering in the trunk. Th-the winds. . .whi-isper to me. . .they s-say. . .listen. . . I l-listen. . .nothing. . .but w-winds. . . . The young drake had recently decided to stop searching. There was no more point to him to continue anymore, knowing what had happened. He hadn't wished to linger to discover why it happened, making his leave just minutes after entering his decimated village. I-I s-s-saw. . .gone k-kin. . .burning. . . .brok-ken. . . I leave. . .they find m-me. . .if stay. . . . I l-live. . . Listening to the winds made him perk up. What if they were voices of those who caused his home's destruction? Could they still be looking for him? Without hesitation, he slithered out the hole of the tree, attempting to escape. Weakness pulled at his entire body the moment his first pair of wings exited; he had been in there for so long, feasting on only the tiny creatures that ventured into his hiding spot. He instantly fell from the outer rim, landing on the soft, luminescent grass below. W-worry. . .I want to l-leave. . . wh-what if. . .they f-find. . .Aur-raboa. . .? |
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The winds picked up, blowing leaves and foliage everywhere around him. The young serpent laid there in fear and fatigue, too weak to move elsewhere safe enough for him. He awaited those who were looking for him without revolt, knowing he was unable to fend for himself if he was ever found. I s-stay quiet. . .I wait f-for them. . . . . . .then I h-hear the w-winds. . . . A plethora of voices slowly and silently flowed into his mind, every single one a different flavor of vocals he had never heard before. They were quiet at first, one or two, before more and more began to grow in volume, all equally friendly and comforting to the small hatchling. I. . .sense. . .more. . . I h-hear them. . .they s-speak. . .of much. . . . His whimpering began to slow and calm, resetting his breathing like it was before he started to worry. These voices soothed him, acting as if they were right there, and in time, he eventually found slumber again. His dreams only consisted of him resting somewhere foreign, yet just as comforting as hearing those voices. Awaking in daylight, they had vanished, and nothing spoke in his head except his own thoughts. Saddened by their disappearance, he tried to make them return without success. Wh-why. . .had th-they. . .gone. . . .? . . .wh-where. . .? It was until the approaching night had they came back. Voices, eager and optimistic, filled the loneliness that weighted down on the little Auraboa, speaking to him in a manner he could understand easily. |
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They repeatedly returned every night, right at twilight, and never disappeared until late dusk. He was more than joyous to know his lonesomeness was merely temporary until nightfall. It was one night in his small hole that he was expecting them again, excitedly awaiting their arrival. However, only one had reappeared in his head instead, to his surprise. They d-disappear. . .b-but one. . . . He s-spoke. . .w-wise w-w-words. . . "Child. . .Why do you stay here?" "S-safe. . ." "No no. . .not anymore. . ." "N-not. . .safe. . .?" "You are not safe here." The child began to panic. "Wh-where s-safe? Auraboa n-not s-safe?! F-fire?! F-fire?! Th-they f-find-" The voice hushed him gently. "Now now, you must calm down. Don't fret." He started to whimper. "Wh-where Auraboa s-safe. . .?" "Child, follow the horizon. What can you see? Is there something there? Something that stands like a beacon?" The small Auraboa peeked his head out, facing the setting horizon. Silhouetted against the resting sun was a shadow of something large and bushy looking; it was odd to him he hadn't even recognised it there until then. He bristled, a foreign jolt running through his body. "Follow it. Let it guide you. Make haste, for those who had made your loneliness still search for you." He nodded, slithering out his old home and leading himself towards the timbering image on the edge of the horizon. S-safer. . .s-safer. . .safer. . . . |
  
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