Inspired by @/Fantivity's Thread! [Link here]
Introducing my matriarch, Chamomile! She's a member of my (yet to be fully lored) clan and has her own lore written in her bio.
My goal is to not only get her to 100 beebs, but give each of them lore as well! If you would be interested in a bean from her, let me know and I'll put you down for her nests.
Lore for her:
> Adopted into the clan after a few years of nomadic traveling (read mercenary work)
> As a mercenary, she was known as the Cinnabar Monarch. Her calling cards were neatly folded butterflies left after every appearance
> Loves her parents to bits. She makes it a point to go visit them every autumn.
Likes
• Dolls
• Telescopes
• Butterflies
Dislikes
• Parrots
• Ballroom Dancing
• Chocolate
She is a wraith rumored to have died a tragic death.
Once, she was an ethereal beauty who lived a top a mountain high enough to kiss the skies. One day, the curious beauty descended the mountain to experience the world below and fell in love with a prince. Enchanted by him and the world he ruled over, she gave up everything to live with him. Little did she know, she was just one of many beauties that the prince had coveted for himself.
Finding herself amongst a harem of other dragons, young and old, she was enraged. Standing before her prince and his kingdom, the heartbroken dragoness demanded answers. To her shock, she was dragged away in chains and executed for her insolence.
Not even a week after her death, dragons from the prince's harem started to disappear. Slowly, one by one, until only the prince remained. Consumed by paranoia, he went mad and fled the kingdom, only to turn up dead a month later with a single, carefully folded grass butterfly the color of blood resting in the palm of his hands.
It's said that this wraith still haunts the world today, hunting down those who shared the prince's blood and all those close to him.
Introducing my matriarch, Chamomile! She's a member of my (yet to be fully lored) clan and has her own lore written in her bio.
My goal is to not only get her to 100 beebs, but give each of them lore as well! If you would be interested in a bean from her, let me know and I'll put you down for her nests.
Lore for her:
Patience in Adversary
She is a dragoness that arrives and departs in silence. She des what it takes to get the job done, no more, no less. She is polite and offers small talk when prompted, but otherwise keeps to her herself. She walks with her head high and has no qualms with looking down on the lesser. Like most dragons though, she has a love of collecting and hoarding precious items. The more rare, expensive, or sought after an item is, the more she'll seek to obtain it.
Trivia
> One of the many messengers for the Ashward Hideout and holds an unknown rank amongst the Heralds> Adopted into the clan after a few years of nomadic traveling (read mercenary work)
> As a mercenary, she was known as the Cinnabar Monarch. Her calling cards were neatly folded butterflies left after every appearance
> Loves her parents to bits. She makes it a point to go visit them every autumn.
Likes
• Dolls
• Telescopes
• Butterflies
Dislikes
• Parrots
• Ballroom Dancing
• Chocolate
A Monarch Wreathed In Flames [Heraldic Alias]
She is a wraith rumored to have died a tragic death.
Once, she was an ethereal beauty who lived a top a mountain high enough to kiss the skies. One day, the curious beauty descended the mountain to experience the world below and fell in love with a prince. Enchanted by him and the world he ruled over, she gave up everything to live with him. Little did she know, she was just one of many beauties that the prince had coveted for himself.
Finding herself amongst a harem of other dragons, young and old, she was enraged. Standing before her prince and his kingdom, the heartbroken dragoness demanded answers. To her shock, she was dragged away in chains and executed for her insolence.
Not even a week after her death, dragons from the prince's harem started to disappear. Slowly, one by one, until only the prince remained. Consumed by paranoia, he went mad and fled the kingdom, only to turn up dead a month later with a single, carefully folded grass butterfly the color of blood resting in the palm of his hands.
It's said that this wraith still haunts the world today, hunting down those who shared the prince's blood and all those close to him.
Alternate Outfits
Daisy Queen
Cinnabar Monarch