Wenatchee

::ad astra per aspera::
to the stars through difficulties
Code by Celestial- don't mess
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Sona. Belongs to Celestial. Kindly do not fudge with her. Or steal code. Etc.
 
Base by Soi-ke, colored by Houndrome 
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Wenatchee • She/Her • Leafwing • Bonemender
The Great Wenatch	The Great Wenatch
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	Celestial
Artist 	type here
Code Base 	Himmalerin
Attribute 	Majesty
Element 	Earth
Color 	Grey
Animal 	Bear
Song 	TV Static
Character 	Character
Age 	32
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Straight
Occupation 	Bonemender
Tribe 	Leafwing (Poisonwing)
Goal 	To help the hurt
Residence 	A hut in the most mountainous part of the Poison Jungle
Relatives 	Unknown
Allies 	None
Enemies 	Those who kill
Likes 	Dragons
Dislikes 	Pain
Powers 	Healing
Weapons 	None?
Love Interests 	None
Quote 	"Did I ever tell you about the time I betrayed a friend to save her life? No? Well, then..."
Appearance
Her back was turned. Light dappled across her grey-black-green scales in a way that almost made her look happy, the light showing in the swirling dust of her workspace. Her eyes shone white-blue, with no visible pupil, as she gently turned her elongated neck to face her visitors. She ran a claw, gnarled and grey, over the many bottles and glasses she had left around, pretending to tidy up but knowing nobody would care if she did or not. Her scales had a faint purple tings.
She folded her wings at her sides, long and elegant. Their grey swirling patterns on the black background faintly resembled distant peaks. The look in her eyes resembled distant peaks as she carelessly knocked over a table with her tail. The most peculiar tail ever shoved on a Leafwing, long and elegant, patterned like a rattlesnake. It made a sound like dry leaves as it swept around her workspace with reckless abandon. Her underbelly was sagging a little at the corners, another sign of her age, young but not... young. She was intimidating, but in the way a battleship from ages past was, old, powerful, violent, but not necessarily a threat anymore. Faded glory. 
Her spines were uneven. Her flesh was knotty, dotted with spirals of white and green and grey. The vials and jars of you-don't-want-to-know behind her glinted off the light, but she almost absorbed light, like a blemish of smeared ink in a pristine, ancient scroll. 
The last glimmers of light were fading off the mountains by the time her visitors were done ogling her, along with an impressive posse of broken windows (20 or so, stacked by the wall). She moved to her fireplace and stocked it with some obscure arcane substance, before ushering her unexpected company inside. The firelight rippled off the walls, and suddenly she seemed not-so-scary, after all. 
Personality
It was apparent to the visitors (Two Silkwings and a young Hivewing dragonet) that she was trying to hide the fact that she immediately cared for them. Trying to look tough, like an inhospitable, but charitable host. She failed. There was kindness in her eyes, despite the way she moved, carelessly and with reckless abandon. She was clumsy, and occasionally looked a bit cautious of herself, like she was mentally screaming "shut up!"
She told wonderful stories, too. It was likely that some of them were not true in the least, but she certainly refused to care. She liked to exaggerate, but not portraying herself as a hero- often she was the villain in her own tales. Betrayal in particular.
It was getting dark, about midnight, when they finally went to bed. For hours afterwards, however, the Leafwing stared into the sky with the most peculiar expression of wonder and delight on her face, like a child once again. Or perhaps it was what she did every night.
She then proceeded to anxiously scribble a few notes in a journal. More than a few. Closer to a lot. She held her quill wrong. Carelessly. 
She could tell that the dragons he had accepted for the night were watching her from a crack in the door, but it seemed she didn’t care. Nonchalant, loving, intelligent, trying to look scary but inherently failing- it was her in a nutshell. Her company felt safe, and finally went to bed as the stars shone through a cracked windowpane. (What the heck was up with all the cracked windows in her house? There were a lot of them.)
She stayed up for far later. 
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History
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Relationships
Fall: Wenatchee thinks they're amazing! Fall has gotten them out of a few scrapes, and it really doesn't hurt that they're a great artist. Wenatchee was a bit taken aback by the blue hue but she learned to love it. They've met a few times but would like to get to know each-other more.
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Gallery
625B5BAB-976F-48A1-A60C-0BA1021D83F4.jpeg|From Arti!
WenatcheeAugustPrize.png|By Oblivion TYSM!
Music
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Trivia
- Named after the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest, AKA my lovely home.
- Secretly loves pink, but not neons, only the cute pale shades.
- All her windows are broken and she will not change them.
- Was originally male but I am just not good at male OC's (so naturally I changed the pronouns and made her a sona) 
Category:Characters
Category:LeafWings
Category:Occupation (Healer)
Category:Content (Celestialfyre)
Category:Work in Progress
Category:Status (Commoner)
Category:Females
Category:Dragonsonas