Marrow
(#93651596)
Level 1 Mirror
Boneyard
Graveyard Guardian
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Energy: 22/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.89 m
Wingspan
4.65 m
Weight
667.93 kg
Genetics
Berry
Tapir
Tapir
Berry
Striation
Striation
Cream
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Identification: 93651596 Project Denomination: Off The Bone (06-11-13) Status: Active Anatomy: Dracomimetic Breed: Mirror Sex: XY Element Alignment: Plague Return Address: Facility X-798 (688156) |
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lore by @slipfast
Sometimes I wake from a dream in which I am not monstrous. The day shines clear and bright above me, the wasteland’s russet fog drifting across the dry land, and in the moment I blink sleep from my gnarled eyes, I forget.
I do not remember that the last dragon to hold me gently died within the hour, or that in his town I exist now as a ghost story. The fact that in numerous lands, simply the sight of me would be enough to cause a panic – it does not worm its way into my brain and needle at me. The deeds of my early days, when I was more ignorant, and unwise, do not dog my footsteps.
(The choices I make cannot touch me. My conscience does not remind me of the times my heart fills with hope, and I wonder, just for a little while, after years of no incident, if perhaps, perhaps, if there is just one small chance –
The times I venture out, and seek small animals. Delicate things, with trembling wings and wide eyes, and an instinct to run from me. When I extend one claw, and watch them collapse in agony, their skin sloughing off, their tiny paws scrabbling at the ground. Eventually, their bones lie still in the dust, and I am reassured that I am still trapped within the confines of this curse. No matter how much I wish otherwise.)
Early mornings are my favorites. When sleep slides off me slowly, and I am not afraid. For just a few seconds, I peer up into the sky, and I am at peace.
Sometimes I wake from a dream in which I am not monstrous. The day shines clear and bright above me, the wasteland’s russet fog drifting across the dry land, and in the moment I blink sleep from my gnarled eyes, I forget.
I do not remember that the last dragon to hold me gently died within the hour, or that in his town I exist now as a ghost story. The fact that in numerous lands, simply the sight of me would be enough to cause a panic – it does not worm its way into my brain and needle at me. The deeds of my early days, when I was more ignorant, and unwise, do not dog my footsteps.
(The choices I make cannot touch me. My conscience does not remind me of the times my heart fills with hope, and I wonder, just for a little while, after years of no incident, if perhaps, perhaps, if there is just one small chance –
The times I venture out, and seek small animals. Delicate things, with trembling wings and wide eyes, and an instinct to run from me. When I extend one claw, and watch them collapse in agony, their skin sloughing off, their tiny paws scrabbling at the ground. Eventually, their bones lie still in the dust, and I am reassured that I am still trapped within the confines of this curse. No matter how much I wish otherwise.)
Early mornings are my favorites. When sleep slides off me slowly, and I am not afraid. For just a few seconds, I peer up into the sky, and I am at peace.
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