Dec 21, 2024
"I may have figured out how to solidify myself in a form that is comfortable... But hello once more, new friends. Feel free to ask me anything! I will be sure to answer as best I can!"
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"I may have figured out how to solidify myself in a form that is comfortable... But hello once more, new friends. Feel free to ask me anything! I will be sure to answer as best I can!"
ASKS ARE NOW OPEN!
Woah, an ender dragon, you say?? Are you able to breathe fire in that form? 👀
"Yes... Yes I can."
Wow so many eyes how did you get them? Or you just born with them?
Draskiel gently presses the tips of his fingers together. "Yes, I suppose it is a bit of an unusual thing. Yes I was born with the eyes on my head, however, in my culture we are given more eyes to symbolize our growth as magic users as well as rank... I have three on my chest right now...
His smile turns to a scowl as he crosses his arms and growls. "...but I used to have a total of twelve. My Elder decided that I was unworthy of my rank because... well... as you see, the form I take. I appear as what some folk call the Enderman, but it is not my true form."
Wait, are you... not an enderman then? You said that an enderman is not your true form.
"Sadly no." He rubs his neck nervously. "I picked this form for a few reasons. For one; it is so much easier to traverse the overworld. and two; I can avoid humans better."
Draskiel weakly smiles. "I am a dragon from the End. Though I picked to look like this because I am a bit more approachable and comfortable. I... do hope that will not be an issue going forward...?"
I can't decide.
Mod: Draskiel's design is subject to change in some ways because I am indecisive.
"Why do they hate us?" He tucked his small paws beneath his chest, curled between her forelegs. He never understood why he would see this weird creatures rushing through his homeland with weapons in hand.
"I do not know, little one... They are just cruel and do not care for the lives of other creatures." She nuzzled the top of his head with a sad smile. Those creatures had come recently and killed the Matron, stole her eyes and her heart... and just left the rest there until another group of them came and skinned her. They tore her apart right in front of the Enderman and dragons while wearing orange things on their heads. Even when meeting the gaze of the Enderman; they were left alone. Treated as if they were one of them.
"They won't find us, right mama?" He tipped his head up with a slight head tilt. Sure, their nest was far up within the mountains, but still they could never be certain... It was only a matter of time...