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Unnamed
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Level 1 Auraboa
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.37 m
Wingspan
14.12 m
Weight
4996.92 kg
Genetics
Umber
Basic
Basic
Teal
Basic
Basic
Aqua
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Auraboa
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
7
INT
8
VIT
6
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
adorable lass
self-hatched, gen 2
needs a name
short lore
"it's a wonder you're still alive." a voice softly murmered, a talon reaching out to brush against the feathers lining my cheek. "no thanks to you." i retort, quiet, my claws flex and tense as i avoid eye contact with the speaker.
"seems you still distaste me." they softly sigh, as if saddened, but their voice smooths and lightens with genuine ease. "i'm a bit sad to hear that. i did save you, didn't i?" they ask, a question to mock, i couldn't read how much ingenuity it held.
"psychically, you did." i mutter back. "i don't agree with your methods of 'protection' .." i trail off, my gaze drifting across the hard granite floor. ".. they aren't humane, to say the least." i add, glancing at my neck. long, serpentine, directly connected to my torso with no collarbone to feel. a short, tattered mane barely covered the skin below it.
"but you are alive. isn't that the point?" they question, their head tilting slightly. i saw their ribs exposed slightly against their chest as they inhale, causing me to stare at my own talons in disturbance.
"i don't feel alive." i mutter, voice strained slightly.
"do we need to fix that?" they hiss out.
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summary
a weird patchwork, stitched up of aberration and auraboa.
she has two heads, however, both hold the same consciousness unlike the average aberration. her general 'neck' region is covered by a heavily tattered and unkept mane, followed by an immediate switch to her chest and abdomen, and soon after followed by a large pair of wings sectioning off her lower abdomen and tail. her arms are unusually long and are often curled up in a confusing manner to her chest, as, they have no room to fit against it without touching the mane.
color scheme wise--her scale colors match perfectly, beside some spotting where discolored scales are--which are assumed to be extra scales her creator had laying around from past projects. her eyes are mismatched, one head having pastel nature eyes whilst the other has swirl nature. her wings seem to be from only one organism, having the same colors and patterns to each other--though her head crest is a bit off toned, feathers mismatched but all generally in the blue-green region of color. patterns of smoke in light tone line her figure.
being formed off two smaller species, she has a height slightly taller than the average aberration, though her pose is often slouched over and small. she uses loose rags to attempt and hide her rather disturbing appearance.
self-hatched, gen 2
needs a name
short lore
"it's a wonder you're still alive." a voice softly murmered, a talon reaching out to brush against the feathers lining my cheek. "no thanks to you." i retort, quiet, my claws flex and tense as i avoid eye contact with the speaker.
"seems you still distaste me." they softly sigh, as if saddened, but their voice smooths and lightens with genuine ease. "i'm a bit sad to hear that. i did save you, didn't i?" they ask, a question to mock, i couldn't read how much ingenuity it held.
"psychically, you did." i mutter back. "i don't agree with your methods of 'protection' .." i trail off, my gaze drifting across the hard granite floor. ".. they aren't humane, to say the least." i add, glancing at my neck. long, serpentine, directly connected to my torso with no collarbone to feel. a short, tattered mane barely covered the skin below it.
"but you are alive. isn't that the point?" they question, their head tilting slightly. i saw their ribs exposed slightly against their chest as they inhale, causing me to stare at my own talons in disturbance.
"i don't feel alive." i mutter, voice strained slightly.
"do we need to fix that?" they hiss out.
///
summary
a weird patchwork, stitched up of aberration and auraboa.
she has two heads, however, both hold the same consciousness unlike the average aberration. her general 'neck' region is covered by a heavily tattered and unkept mane, followed by an immediate switch to her chest and abdomen, and soon after followed by a large pair of wings sectioning off her lower abdomen and tail. her arms are unusually long and are often curled up in a confusing manner to her chest, as, they have no room to fit against it without touching the mane.
color scheme wise--her scale colors match perfectly, beside some spotting where discolored scales are--which are assumed to be extra scales her creator had laying around from past projects. her eyes are mismatched, one head having pastel nature eyes whilst the other has swirl nature. her wings seem to be from only one organism, having the same colors and patterns to each other--though her head crest is a bit off toned, feathers mismatched but all generally in the blue-green region of color. patterns of smoke in light tone line her figure.
being formed off two smaller species, she has a height slightly taller than the average aberration, though her pose is often slouched over and small. she uses loose rags to attempt and hide her rather disturbing appearance.
. .![]() primary gene ; harlequin, umber secondary gene ; sarcophagus, teal tertiary gene ; kumo, aqua eye change ; pastel or swirl skin ; TBD |
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