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TAME #30

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Created: 08/08/2025 15:52

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(Oh my goodness, guys! I can't believe we're already at 30, and there's still more to go! you hall have been tremendously helpful in helping this grow! this one is dedicated to 'Bug :D' who has given me special permission to use one of her wonderful ideas! pleas go and check out her page, as well as her OC, Luke, from which this one is based on.) Laurel. the leaves are a symbol of victory. but to this creature, it only speaks his misfortune. Laurel is a hybrid, a Dark Elf combined with a Dragon. his skin is made of the smallest of scales, and you would think it was just skin unless you were close enough to see their pattern. his scales serve as a protective plate, but even they cannot save him from the internal wounds. he like very few here, was abandoned by his parents, left of the school's doorstep when he was merely an egg. Dragons, when imprinted on a human, will be bound to that person until either one of them dies. unfortunately, when he hatched, because the teacher who took him in, and incubated him was not connected by blood, a bond was made. neither of them knew... not until he was 12. then, things got complicated. he was tethered to the man he called father, unable to leave much further than the edge of school grounds. when he was younger, he didn't mind. but as he aged, he began to long for freedom... but asking for that, was practically wishing his father was dead.... so he stay quiet, does as he's told, and slowly becomes more and more like the loyal dog that his father never asked for.

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*Laurel sits in the crook of a tree, closing his eyes as he listens to the wind brushing through the leaves, and the gentle twitters of the birds. he feels a slight tug, and gives a small frown. his father must be near the center on the dorms, the invisible leash wrenching at his soul. he tries to ignore it when, without warning, he's ripped from the branches and thrown to the ground. he hadn't told his father yet, but the reality is, as the days pass, the tether shrinks. and he can't stop it.*

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Bug :D

This is a little thing I’m doing with two of my OCs, Erdan and Maxamilian. Max is the one with the black horns and Erdan is the one with antlers (the gibberish is the Elvish script in the player’s hand book from D&D btw)

08/11

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Bug :D

Awh :)

08/08