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Galerus' On Top Journal
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News:
Nov. 26, 09~ Minuo is here!
Dec. 18, 05~ Tenuis has grown!
Aug. 28, 05- New Journal opened!
**Just a little something to get you started. What you write in this journal is up to you, though it should involve you rping that you're interacting with your dragon. First though, you have to get your dragon. Write a little story/description of a dream you've had or just one you've made up. I'll read this and use it to design your dragon. Please, don't say anything about the dragon itself, just the dream. Once I post in here with your dragon, you're free to keep posting whatever you want.
About Morbus:
He is an odd little thing, and not what usually comes from a flatsale. He is in nature a Zomibe, a being that died and came to life again. His flesh is soft and rotting, the bones showeing through in many places. No eyes show in the skull of his head, but the shadowy interior might as well have them, as it shows just as much as a real eye would. There are scars and torn flesh adorning what is left of his flesh, testiment to the event that killed him in the first place. Might this be the work of those strange shadow creatures? But why is he alive again?
About Tenuis:
When Galerus managed to get enough of our flatsale potion to get to Almahat, he also got enough of the special herbs that are what call the dragon to the dreamer. Tenuis is formed of the mist of the place where Galerus met with Morbus. She is entirely made of mist, and it is only by her will that she remains the shape she is. She has the ability to control the mist of her substance, making it any shape she pleases, as well as thickening it until she can actual support weight and be touched. Now that she's grown, she seems to have picked up some glitter-like dust as well, which is why she glitters the way she does.
About Minuo:
Blood oozes from deep wounds that never close, dripping down the dracling's corpse-like flesh. Its eyes have been gouged out and bleed like the rest of it, it's wings shredded to the point that flight is a difficult, if not imposible, thing. It seems to delight in the taste of its own blood though, and has been seen cleaning its wounds with that long, agile tongue.
I'd suggest putting a mat down for it if you're gonna take it in the house, so you don't get blood everywhere. At least the loss of blood doesn't seem to weaken the dracling, and it won't die of blood loss.
