👑 Oasis 👑

Oasis is my sona who I’ve loved for a year now. She changes sometimes and may also vary in looks but she’s honestly baby. 😤✊

Oasis is very very sweet and excitable! Oasis is seen as over-the-top and extravagant with her storytelling and almost magical abilities to bring stories alive. She’s often seen around a fire in which she’s mastered the art of fire-singing, a way to push and pull the heat and air of fire to make defined shapes and moving characters with it. She is very happy with her friends and father living on the road.

Oasis is a sandwing (with a lil bit of nightwing in her) She has peachy, tan scales with yellow accents. Her fan is a ombré of tans to pinks to reds and purples. Her wings match it as well but on the insides of her wings there are in-laid white diamonds. Imbedded down her side are black diamonds which signify the wealth she’s had given to her. She has a scar on her left shoulder, one on the bridge of her nose and one on her neck. She also has two black ring piercings on each ear which look blocky. 

(WARNING: VERY GORY STORIES)

Even before he was born, Caribbean was wrong. His mother was a delta and her husband being a prairie. By all accounts he should have been a terrine. Or at least a mostly terrine hybrid. His mother had an affair with a ocean biome and he was the result. Her husband was not a forgiving dragon. He was king of a small raiding village not far from Pureshell. They would ransack smaller towns and destroy all they could. And this betrayal from his wife? He would not stand for it. He had her killed, her head severed and put on a pike. There she remained for the rest of Caribbean’s childhood.

Caribbean was nothing more than evidence of her adultery to his father. Even as a newborn dragonet he was beat, his eye never not black, his arm never not broken, his plants never not plucked. By age two, most Habitatwing dragonets should by all means have at least some sparse plants where life was beginning. To add to his suffering; his father ripped any life off of him that grew on him, instead shoving prairie plants on him. Because of his saltwater they would all die; which only angered his father more. When he was old enough to do ‘real mans work’ (which his father decided was at age three) he was sent on suicide missions. “Go wrestle that shark with only your tail”, “drink this bottle of poison”, and the like. 

There comes a time in every dragons life where they should leave home. Unfortunately that time had came and passed for Caribbean. He was now in his early teens and still hadn’t escaped from his father. Well maybe it was the permanent threat of death if he tried to escape. Friends were nonexistent in his life. He was not brainwashed into thinking his father loved him either. He knew where he stood. He would always be two wrong or right steps away from death. His luck only began to change when he met Ragnarok. The sea snail was about to be crushed by some idiot terrine hooligans. He had grown this nasty habit of snapping every now and then. And this just so happened to be the unfortunate blunt of his anger. He killed them, ripping their throats out, taking their heads and throwing their bodies into the sea. He put the poor snail on his horn and tossed the heads to his father.

“Don’t you love me now? Look, I kill just like you.”

His father would never admit it but his son scared him. This was not the first time he had brought the severed heads of his kill home. Anything he ate he would decapitate and throw to his father. His father would wake up with fish heads on his pillow, be served goat heads for dinner, see his ‘throne’ filled with the head of one of his guards. Ragnarok saw this and encouraged it, telling him to do worse and worse things. With Ragnarok being the only ‘friend’ he had he of course always listened to him. Caribbean killed his father and stuck his head on the pike his mother’s head had stayed for 13 years. He buried her head and for the first time in his life he shed tears. 

There was one dragon who could help him. Throughout his life he had seen her, sometimes even spoke to her in quick bursts. Her name was Roman, a enchanted ruins biome. She would double as both a magic artifact seller and as a psychiatrist. She took him in and tried to help him. He was out of his element. He no longer had to fight to survive. This woman loved him and took care of him. He was.. happy.

He had never been that before. He made friends, fell in love, everything he wanted to do before. The friends he made wanted to try their luck on the seas and try to make a living doing what they loved, fucking around and causing trouble. It was here that Caribbean finally began growing plants on himself, feeling more alive than ever. Now he was never not smiling, never taking what he had for granted. And when trouble arised, I mean, what’s a few severed heads not going to fix? They named their ship The Salty Sillynanny (a ship they stole from a marine named Captain Trout) and took off into the sunset, doing whatever they wanted. He became known as a pirate, his charm and confident nature saving his life more than a few times. He was feared on the ocean for mainly how he took care of possible mutinies. As soon as he heard a single rumor about it, dead. Head on a pike. Not only did he have the most loyal crew in the world, they always had chum for the water!

And that’s how Caribbean came to be!

Man, if only Caribbean killed this guy faster! His father was a terrible, horrible man who tried to kill him every day. Caribbean’s best dreams are when he kills his father over and over again.

His father Buffalo was a terrine prairie biome madman, calling himself king of his raiding group. He held control of several small towns before meeting Swamp who he married. He planned on settling down with her and having an egg before the whole Caribbean thing. 

Now he shall be remembered as a well deserved dead asshole.

Roman is a enchanted ruins, beach hybrid, very tall, very beautiful. She took Caribbean in after he killed his father and helped him figure out what he needed to do to better his life. She is the sweetest dragon in the world.

She grew up fine but understood the suffering of others. Her life had two loving mothers and a well behaved little sister. She helped many orphans in many hard places but Caribbean was definitely the hardest case of them all.

Caribbean still visits her all the time, sometimes asking for money or the like. She has since moved away from her town and lives on a small island which Caribbean visits often.

Man he really do be a snail doe.

This snail is absolutely insane and just wants to see the world suffer for no good reason. He really likes Caribbean tho.