PlumCrumblePaden
(#88127514)
Level 1 Tundra
Familiar
Woolly Walrus
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.68 m
Wingspan
3.96 m
Weight
174.84 kg
Genetics
Black
Jaguar
Jaguar
Blackberry
Freckle
Freckle
Blackberry
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
Plum Crumble Paden
future husband of Starburst Stuart!!!
Raised in a quaint Shadow clan, Plum Crumble Paden made a name for himself among his kin as a piano prodigy. The keys beneath his tender claws would bloom forth into marvelous tunes, filling town halls and courtyards alike during times of festivity. While many young dragons would meld gladly into a merry life in a comfortable town, Paden's Shadow element was deeply embedded in his heart-- where his clan found joy in simple things, he instead sought solace in vibrant darkness. On dares from other hatchlings (or just on his own whim), Paden would sneak out at night to visit the remains of what was rumored to have been the lair of a very powerful sect of occult artists. The air was still and cold in that place, but Paden felt intensely drawn to it. The area surrounding the abandoned lair began to feel like a holy space, where he could seek seclusion, feel the fullness of the night engulf his soul, and take inspiration for original compositions. Before long, Morningstar had taken Paden's hand and breathed His call to the young tundra's ear, welcoming him to prove himself and claim his place in the frigid, elite clan.
With that, young Paden took off toward the Southern Icefields. Quiet and bashful despite the musical prowess within, it took some adaptation to speak up for his talents and seek lodgings along the way, but he managed, and eventually, with ice around his muzzle and hope in his tiny heart, he arrived at DECEMBERUNDERGROUND. As he drew near, he saw a line of hatchlings following a large lime green Aberration.
Perfect! he thought, This must be the auditions!
He inconspicuously got in line behind them. The young dragons were shown their quarters, and treated to an astounding ambience: nightly opportunities to hear the artful wail and gentle croon of Diet Sprite Diego's violin, flame-lit halls to read and meditate on the nature of mortality...truly, this clan appeared to be a little goth's paradise. Paden was elated...until the morning of his coming-of-age, when he was rounded up with a few of his fellow hatchlings, and brought not to an audition hall, but to the armory to collect gear for -- Paden's heart began to pound -- exalt training.
Paden trailed to the back of the line, approaching Diego when the other hatchlings began to file around the armory displays. Stumbling over words, he explained himself as best he could. The Aberration saw the unmistakable purple glint of Morningstar's blessing behind the boy's eyes, and he knew he was telling the truth. The pair walked down to the performance hall, a grand set of ice-filigree doors opening to an auditorium where clan leadership were soon gathered to observe the newcomer's performance. It was not customary to require an entry performance from a dragon brought among their ranks by Morningstar Himself, but the clan heads were admittedly eager to hear what the determined young man could do.
When Paden was beckoned to take the stage, he sat behind the grand piano, light streaming from overhead lamps to illuminate his form. He took a deep breath, daring to look at the small crowd -- and his heart leapt. In the rightmost seat, green eyes and broad crystalline shoulders catchling reflected stagelight, sat the most beautiful dragon Paden had ever seen. Inspiration bursting forward from his heart to his claw-tips, he began to play. He'd dared to select an original composition for this performance, and when he played, it came from the depths of his emotions -- his love for the dark, his estrangement from a life of mediocrity and merriment, and his sudden and flame-bright infatuation with the dragon in the front row.
The subject of his affection was aglow with reciprocal thoughts. Having been called from his studio to see a pianist hoping for their blessing to take a Morningstar name, Startburst Stuart was unsure what to expect, but when he saw the delicate goth lad take the stage, he was mesmerized. When the tundra began to play, tears welled at Stuart's eyes, his heart tumbling and rising with each measure.
Paden's formal invitation was delivered the very same evening. Having volunteered to deliver the invitation himself, Starburst Stuart eagerly asked into Paden's creative process, and the two talked long into the evening. Paden even modeled some starsilk jewelry for a charcoal sketch study, listening gleefully to Stuart's musings about visual art while he posed. Before he left, Stuart managed to clumsily ask the newest Morningstar initiate on a date, a stroll under the moonlight around the castle grounds. Paden accepted.
(image of them holding tails and walking in the purple-blue night)
There was an instant connection. The pair reminisced about the agony of being torn toward one's previous commitments but knowing in one's heart that until you heed the call of the darkness, you cannot realize your truest selfhood. The night draped them in silver-blue glow, and they shared silence, wrapped in the embrace of the night. Within a week, their status was official: the most fabulous and mysterious dragons in Morningstar lair were boyfriends!
future husband of Starburst Stuart!!!
Raised in a quaint Shadow clan, Plum Crumble Paden made a name for himself among his kin as a piano prodigy. The keys beneath his tender claws would bloom forth into marvelous tunes, filling town halls and courtyards alike during times of festivity. While many young dragons would meld gladly into a merry life in a comfortable town, Paden's Shadow element was deeply embedded in his heart-- where his clan found joy in simple things, he instead sought solace in vibrant darkness. On dares from other hatchlings (or just on his own whim), Paden would sneak out at night to visit the remains of what was rumored to have been the lair of a very powerful sect of occult artists. The air was still and cold in that place, but Paden felt intensely drawn to it. The area surrounding the abandoned lair began to feel like a holy space, where he could seek seclusion, feel the fullness of the night engulf his soul, and take inspiration for original compositions. Before long, Morningstar had taken Paden's hand and breathed His call to the young tundra's ear, welcoming him to prove himself and claim his place in the frigid, elite clan.
With that, young Paden took off toward the Southern Icefields. Quiet and bashful despite the musical prowess within, it took some adaptation to speak up for his talents and seek lodgings along the way, but he managed, and eventually, with ice around his muzzle and hope in his tiny heart, he arrived at DECEMBERUNDERGROUND. As he drew near, he saw a line of hatchlings following a large lime green Aberration.
Perfect! he thought, This must be the auditions!
He inconspicuously got in line behind them. The young dragons were shown their quarters, and treated to an astounding ambience: nightly opportunities to hear the artful wail and gentle croon of Diet Sprite Diego's violin, flame-lit halls to read and meditate on the nature of mortality...truly, this clan appeared to be a little goth's paradise. Paden was elated...until the morning of his coming-of-age, when he was rounded up with a few of his fellow hatchlings, and brought not to an audition hall, but to the armory to collect gear for -- Paden's heart began to pound -- exalt training.
Paden trailed to the back of the line, approaching Diego when the other hatchlings began to file around the armory displays. Stumbling over words, he explained himself as best he could. The Aberration saw the unmistakable purple glint of Morningstar's blessing behind the boy's eyes, and he knew he was telling the truth. The pair walked down to the performance hall, a grand set of ice-filigree doors opening to an auditorium where clan leadership were soon gathered to observe the newcomer's performance. It was not customary to require an entry performance from a dragon brought among their ranks by Morningstar Himself, but the clan heads were admittedly eager to hear what the determined young man could do.
When Paden was beckoned to take the stage, he sat behind the grand piano, light streaming from overhead lamps to illuminate his form. He took a deep breath, daring to look at the small crowd -- and his heart leapt. In the rightmost seat, green eyes and broad crystalline shoulders catchling reflected stagelight, sat the most beautiful dragon Paden had ever seen. Inspiration bursting forward from his heart to his claw-tips, he began to play. He'd dared to select an original composition for this performance, and when he played, it came from the depths of his emotions -- his love for the dark, his estrangement from a life of mediocrity and merriment, and his sudden and flame-bright infatuation with the dragon in the front row.
The subject of his affection was aglow with reciprocal thoughts. Having been called from his studio to see a pianist hoping for their blessing to take a Morningstar name, Startburst Stuart was unsure what to expect, but when he saw the delicate goth lad take the stage, he was mesmerized. When the tundra began to play, tears welled at Stuart's eyes, his heart tumbling and rising with each measure.
Paden's formal invitation was delivered the very same evening. Having volunteered to deliver the invitation himself, Starburst Stuart eagerly asked into Paden's creative process, and the two talked long into the evening. Paden even modeled some starsilk jewelry for a charcoal sketch study, listening gleefully to Stuart's musings about visual art while he posed. Before he left, Stuart managed to clumsily ask the newest Morningstar initiate on a date, a stroll under the moonlight around the castle grounds. Paden accepted.
(image of them holding tails and walking in the purple-blue night)
There was an instant connection. The pair reminisced about the agony of being torn toward one's previous commitments but knowing in one's heart that until you heed the call of the darkness, you cannot realize your truest selfhood. The night draped them in silver-blue glow, and they shared silence, wrapped in the embrace of the night. Within a week, their status was official: the most fabulous and mysterious dragons in Morningstar lair were boyfriends!
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