I wanna say it's nothing amazing powerwise, but they're like 384k plus a quest.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
A light pink, pretty pony with dragonfly wings stands here quietly.
Complete with a light pink coat, this small pony is pretty. She has dragonfly wings, and her mane cascades down the backside of her neck. Her large eyes resemble soft green pools. She is called 'Maud.'
a mist grey gryphon with silken wings dusted with amethyst
With silken wings dusted with amethyst unfurled, a mist grey gryphon is here, motes of light winking in and out around her form.
This legendary, queenly creature is a beast bred to possess both the upper build of an eagle and the lower build of a lion, bearing a lithesome body covered in short, mist grey fur as she stretches on her powerful hind-legs. In contrast, her avian head is feathered, two long and elegant plumes tipping her ears as they attend to every sound, her eyes glowing a soft brown. Soft, downy feathers of purest white form a regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous, silken wings dusted with amethyst protrude from her back, unfurling with grand purpose to double her already impressive span of length. Her white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind her, she clenches and unclenches her front talons, motes of light winking in and out around her form.
a pale pink manticore with a bristled, verdant mane
A pale pink manticore with a bristled, verdant mane rests rose quartz wings here, oddly possessing a bright peacock's tail, fanned out in colourful array.
An impressive specimen of a manticore queen, this pale pink, lionesque creature towers over her surroundings with unfurled rose quartz wings, grinning to reveal three gruesome rows of razor-sharp, crystalline teeth. She tosses a bristled, verdant mane with a disdainful snort, its colour gleaming against the fur that covers the entirety of her muscular physique. Her bloodshot eyes gleam with a predator's killer instinct, wildly darting from one place to the next. She somehow possesses, against all reason, a bright peacock's tail, fanned out in colourful array.
a rich burgundy wyvern with churning wings of roiling shadow
Wreathed in forked tongues of carmine fire, a rich burgundy wyvern unfurls churning wings of roiling shadow here, carmine eyes afire with bloodlust.
Serpentine in her lissome build, this wyvern stands upon two powerful hind legs, preceded by a set of front legs that are smaller, but clawed and savage. Her rich burgundy hide glistens amidst forked tongues of carmine fire, her scales ever-wreathed in a sweltering heat that leaves the colours hazy and rippling like a desert mirage. Muscular and slender, the wyvern bares sharp fangs, expelling a puff of hot air with her long snout as she flaps churning wings of roiling shadow. She flicks her tail idly, carmine eyes afire with bloodlust. //////////// a saffron wyvern with velvety smooth wings
Wreathed in skittering indigo sparks, a saffron wyvern unfurls velvety smooth wings here, bright eyes shining a cool jade.
Serpentine in his lissome build, this wyvern stands upon two powerful hind legs, preceded by a set of front legs that are smaller, but clawed and savage. His saffron hide glistens amidst skittering indigo sparks, his scales ever-wreathed in a sweltering heat that leaves the colours hazy and rippling like a desert mirage. Muscular and slender, the wyvern bares sharp fangs, expelling a puff of hot air with his long snout as he flaps velvety smooth wings. He flicks his tail idly, bright eyes shining a cool jade.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Wreathed in blazing streaks of sapphire fire, a russet wyvern unfurls nebulous wings of coiling black smoke here, bright eyes shining a startling emerald.
Serpentine in his lissome build, this wyvern stands upon two powerful hind legs, preceded by a set of front legs that are smaller, but clawed and savage. His russet hide glistens amidst blazing streaks of sapphire fire, his scales ever-wreathed in a sweltering heat that leaves the colours hazy and rippling like a desert mirage. Muscular and slender, the wyvern bares sharp fangs, expelling a puff of hot air with his long snout as he flaps nebulous wings of coiling black smoke. He flicks his tail idly, bright eyes shining a startling emerald.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a shaggy, phlegmatic war goat with white-feathered wings waits here.
This shaggy goat is a strong, muscled creature with a dirty, knotted fleece and white-feathered wings. Yellow eyes gleam phlegmatic above her protruding snout, and a straggly beard hangs about her chin. Pacing to and fro, the goat chews down on the bit of the reins with her jaw line twitching, covered in filthy bits of wiry hair, drool soaked and stained. A worn leather saddle has been fitted securely beneath the goat's shoulders, and barbed stirrups dangle from it. She is called 'Fluffeles.' A shaggy war goat with white-feathered wings looks to be crushingly strong.
Not quite how I hoped her to turn out but Aeldra loves her to bits.
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My thunderbird, all growed up:
Surrounded by white lightning, a golden rose thunderbird
spreads her rainbow wings here, golden eyes alight with a magnificent intellect.
The thunderbird is as large as a giant eagle, with head feathers that spread around her neck like a mane and tail feathers that flare out behind her. Her rainbow wings are twice as long as the length of her body tip-to-tip and surrounded by white lightning. With each beat of her wings, the sound of a small thunderclap echoes around her. She preens and cleans her golden rose feathers with a long curved beak, golden eyes alight with a magnificent intellect. She is called 'Elissa.'
A golden rose thunderbird looks to be crushingly strong.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
The thunderbird is as large as a giant eagle, with head feathers that spread around her neck like a mane and tail feathers that flare out behind her. Her black, leathery wings are twice as long as the length of her body tip-to-tip and surrounded by raging lightning. With each beat of her wings, the sound of a small thunderclap echoes around her. She preens and cleans her resplendent opal feathers with a long curved beak, opal eyes alight with a considerate intellect.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
He's chemsetted. Meat, eggs, neutral is what gave me that. Been tempted to zimoru him a few times, just to see if I can get better but... Could he really get any better? XD
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
I've never seen the leaf wings on a worg. That's cool.
My goat's gotten a bit lusty after I gave her some zimoru...I'm not sure how I feel about this. Funny, though.
Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a shaggy, libidinous, war goat with white-feathered wings waits here.
This shaggy goat is a strong, muscled creature with a dirty, knotted fleece and white-feathered wings. Yellow eyes gleam libidinous, above her protruding snout, and a straggly beard hangs about her chin. Wagging her tail with puppyish abandon, the goat chews down on the bit of the reins with her jaw line twitching, covered in filthy bits of wiry hair, drool soaked and stained. A worn leather saddle has been fitted securely beneath the goat's shoulders, and barbed stirrups dangle from it.
My goat's gotten a bit lusty after I gave her some zimoru...I'm not sure how I feel about this. Funny, though.
Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a shaggy, libidinous, war goat with white-feathered wings waits here.
This shaggy goat is a strong, muscled creature with a dirty, knotted fleece and white-feathered wings. Yellow eyes gleam libidinous, above her protruding snout, and a straggly beard hangs about her chin. Wagging her tail with puppyish abandon, the goat chews down on the bit of the reins with her jaw line twitching, covered in filthy bits of wiry hair, drool soaked and stained. A worn leather saddle has been fitted securely beneath the goat's shoulders, and barbed stirrups dangle from it.
This young chimaera is the embodiment of all gone wrong in creation. Appearing as a mishmash of animal parts, the chimaera prowls on four massive legs, the front of which resemble a lion's mighty paws covered in blue wyvern scales and mighty talons, and the hind legs those of the lithe goat. A thick, muscular body makes up the mighty bulk of the chimaera's frame, broad and covered in shimmering blue scales at the torso and narrower and lithe at the haunches. A serpentine tail snakes from the beast's rear, serpentine in its movement and tipped with a long, stinging barb. The snarling head of a lion, thick with a flowing mane of ebon fur, crowns the beast's front at the shoulders. The eyes are light brown and a twin pair of oversized black horns curl back from the beast's head and twist into deadly points. She is called 'Ruel
standing: Her serpentine tail curling between four fearsome legs, a young chimaera with a smooth, feathery pelt crouches quietly within her surroundings
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You pat a young chimaera in a friendly manner. A young chimaera talons the ground with her massive, lionesque paws.
You pat a young chimaera in a friendly manner. A young chimaera whips about her barbed serpentine tail with a deafening crack.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back. A young chimaera talons the ground with her massive, lionesque paws.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back. A young chimaera growls menacingly.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back. A young chimaera kicks up dust with her hind hooves, snorting derisively.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back. A young chimaera tosses back her long, flowing mane from her curling horns.
I wasn't going to take another horse from @Malinov, but then I saw this...
A fat, brown mare ambles about here.
This mare has a fat frame, with sleek muscles denoting speed and grace whenever she moves. She occasionally tosses her luxurious mane as she whinnies and snorts, and her brown eyes peer around dolefully, taking in the world. Her sleek coat is coloured brown, with grey wings sprouting proudly from her body. Blinking occasionally and swishing her tail, she has the forebearing look of a creature waiting for something interesting to happen. She is called 'Fatty.'
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EDIT: Also, they come with mount and fly only.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Wreathed in forked tongues of carmine fire, a rich burgundy wyvern unfurls churning wings of roiling shadow here,
carmine eyes afire with bloodlust.
Serpentine in her lissome build, this wyvern stands upon two powerful hind legs, preceded by a set
of front legs that are smaller, but clawed and savage. Her rich burgundy hide glistens amidst forked
tongues of carmine fire, her scales ever-wreathed in a sweltering heat that leaves the colours hazy
and rippling like a desert mirage. Muscular and slender, the wyvern bares sharp fangs, expelling a
puff of hot air with her long snout as she flaps churning wings of roiling shadow. She flicks her
tail idly, carmine eyes afire with bloodlust.
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a saffron wyvern with velvety smooth wings
Wreathed in skittering indigo sparks, a saffron wyvern unfurls velvety smooth wings here, bright eyes shining a cool jade.
Serpentine in his lissome build, this wyvern stands upon two powerful hind legs, preceded by a set
of front legs that are smaller, but clawed and savage. His saffron hide glistens amidst skittering
indigo sparks, his scales ever-wreathed in a sweltering heat that leaves the colours hazy and
rippling like a desert mirage. Muscular and slender, the wyvern bares sharp fangs, expelling a puff
of hot air with his long snout as he flaps velvety smooth wings. He flicks his tail idly, bright
eyes shining a cool jade.
Wreathed in blazing streaks of sapphire fire, a russet wyvern unfurls nebulous wings of coiling black smoke here, bright eyes shining a startling emerald.
Serpentine in his lissome build, this wyvern stands upon two powerful hind legs, preceded by a set
of front legs that are smaller, but clawed and savage. His russet hide glistens amidst blazing
streaks of sapphire fire, his scales ever-wreathed in a sweltering heat that leaves the colours hazy
and rippling like a desert mirage. Muscular and slender, the wyvern bares sharp fangs, expelling a
puff of hot air with his long snout as he flaps nebulous wings of coiling black smoke. He flicks his
tail idly, bright eyes shining a startling emerald.
Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a shaggy, phlegmatic war goat with white-feathered wings waits here.
This shaggy goat is a strong, muscled creature with a dirty, knotted fleece and white-feathered wings. Yellow eyes gleam phlegmatic above her protruding snout, and a straggly beard hangs about her chin. Pacing to and fro, the goat chews down on the bit of the reins with her jaw line twitching, covered in filthy bits of wiry hair, drool soaked and stained. A worn leather saddle has been fitted securely beneath the goat's shoulders, and barbed stirrups dangle from it. She is called 'Fluffeles.'
A shaggy war goat with white-feathered wings looks to be crushingly strong.
Not quite how I hoped her to turn out but Aeldra loves her to bits.
then there was this pink large pony, named pinkypie.
mane and tail feathers that flare out behind her. Her black, leathery wings are twice as long as the
length of her body tip-to-tip and surrounded by raging lightning. With each beat of her wings, the
sound of a small thunderclap echoes around her. She preens and cleans her resplendent opal feathers
with a long curved beak, opal eyes alight with a considerate intellect.
My furst burd
Gnawing on the leather bit of her reins, a shaggy, libidinous, war goat with white-feathered wings waits here.
This shaggy goat is a strong, muscled creature with a dirty, knotted fleece and white-feathered
wings. Yellow eyes gleam libidinous, above her protruding snout, and a straggly beard hangs about
her chin. Wagging her tail with puppyish abandon, the goat chews down on the bit of the reins with
her jaw line twitching, covered in filthy bits of wiry hair, drool soaked and stained. A worn
leather saddle has been fitted securely beneath the goat's shoulders, and barbed stirrups dangle
from it.
animal parts, the chimaera prowls on four massive legs, the front of which resemble a lion's mighty
paws covered in blue wyvern scales and mighty talons, and the hind legs those of the lithe goat. A
thick, muscular body makes up the mighty bulk of the chimaera's frame, broad and covered in
shimmering blue scales at the torso and narrower and lithe at the haunches. A serpentine tail snakes
from the beast's rear, serpentine in its movement and tipped with a long, stinging barb. The
snarling head of a lion, thick with a flowing mane of ebon fur, crowns the beast's front at the
shoulders. The eyes are light brown and a twin pair of oversized black horns curl back from the
beast's head and twist into deadly points. She is called 'Ruel
standing: Her serpentine tail curling between four fearsome legs, a young chimaera with a smooth,
feathery pelt crouches quietly within her surroundings
Reactions
You pat a young chimaera in a friendly manner.
A young chimaera talons the ground with her massive, lionesque paws.
You pat a young chimaera in a friendly manner.
A young chimaera whips about her barbed serpentine tail with a deafening crack.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back.
A young chimaera talons the ground with her massive, lionesque paws.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back.
A young chimaera growls menacingly.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back.
A young chimaera kicks up dust with her hind hooves, snorting derisively.
You reach over to a young chimaera and itch her back.
A young chimaera tosses back her long, flowing mane from her curling horns.
do all baby chimaeras look and react like this?