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Oseven

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I am simply uneducated. An uneducated fool.
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

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Skin

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Measurements

Length
6.73 m
Wingspan
5.15 m
Weight
494.56 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Turquoise
Python
Turquoise
Python
Secondary Gene
Turquoise
Morph
Turquoise
Morph
Tertiary Gene
Denim
Polkadot
Denim
Polkadot

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jan 11, 2024
(3 months)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Eye Type
Plague
Common
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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Assistant
O S E V E N
{ oh - seven }
Nickname: The Loyal
x. the seventh of twelve

• His origins are not his own. They do not belong to him.

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INVENTORY
French Bulldog Sharpened Serthis Spear
Silver Flowerfall Mirror
Glittering Bluesilver Torc Yorkshire Terrier
~ lore ~
written by Disillusionist
  • It’s intoxicating, that’s what it is—the rush of emotions you get whenever anyone so much as smiles at you. But that’s not all they do—they call you clever, they call you good and kind. With all the praise they heap upon you, you have to struggle to breathe sometimes, to rise above the sweetness and smile back at everyone else. How wonderful it is, this warmth, the words of others being your wings. It’s intoxicating, that’s what it is—and you must have more.
  • Spells for a more glorious day, small everyday enchantments: Sweep away the mess, and you sweep away stress. Cook some dishes, and you grant their wishes. Stay and chat for a while, and you make them smile. It makes you strong, this magic, not because it’s some great sorcery, but because of how simple it is. Anyone can do it, if they put their mind to it. And if they did, you tell yourself, then what a wonder the world would be.
  • He looks at you with those golden eyes, silent, unblinking. Judging, you feel. You talk faster. You wave and you point. You show him the dishes you’ve made, and when you recall the smiles of those who accepted them, the warmth enfolds you like a blanket.
    It rips open beneath the blade of shock as he lashes out, sweeping everything onto the floor. All your hard work, destroyed in a single gesture. You stare, trying to reach some understanding of what just happened, but he gets there first. Softly, he tells you, “There is another way.”
  • It starts with small things. A slap, a scratch—till weeks have gone by and everything around you has broken. Today shows you an anguished trail. Injured bodies. Weeping faces. Claws reach out beseechingly as you rush past.
    At the end of the road, he sends you smashing into the ground. It’s cold. Everything’s gone cold. You turn to the nearest fallen dragon, but all you see is yourself: the feebleness, the uselessness, reflected in their broken form.
    The latest body in the trail—that’s all you have become. You lift your own claws. You reach out beseechingly. All you receive is pain.
  • You keep moving. Onward, always onward. You look behind you, but there are no other faces now.
    You face forward. You see a familiar form in the distance, and it makes you quake. You keep hoping someone else will appear. No one does.
    You’re whimpering now. The fear rises to the surface. You’re scared. You know it will hurt. You put one foot in front. Then another. Then another. The trail grows ever longer. The pain doesn’t go away.

Credits & Notes:
Coding and stat bars: Disillusionist | Vista BGs: Hazeledpoppy's FR blog | Theme song image: Diamondsuits
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