The Palace is a stunning work of art in itself. It's sheer size alone is dauntingly beautiful. Inside the many hallowed halls, the stone is old and worn. Open archways lead to secret courtyards long since overgrown with weeds and rats. The humid air clings to the glassless windows, breezes scented with the smell of decaying flowers floating through. The Palace was and still is a place of much activity. Only now, the center of attention has shifted. No longer do the King and Queen call it their own. There is no more monarchy in the modern world where the Palace resides. Now it is a government office of the Butterfly Gardens, most of the splendid rooms left abandoned. However, it is said that if you explore too far, you shall come upon some rather disturbing things.
Asyln
They told you not to leave the main rooms, not to go off exploring. But how could you resist? The history of the ancient stone beckoned to you in a way you could not turn away from. And so that was how you ended up in one of the many weed-infested courtyards, staring at the twisting vines tumbling over the cracking walls. Hearing a strange humming noise, you peer closer into the undergrowth (there is no other word for it). What sort of creature would call this place home? A run-away housecat, or a more fantastic creature, perhaps? The hum raises it's pitch, as if objecting to your thoughts. Before you can step closer, the thing steps out from beneath the plant-life. You shudder. You get the feeling that this creature was once a distorted child's plaything, until someone decided to mess with it. It is beautiful in a strange, twisted way. It's wings seem to take away some of the scare-factor, but nonetheless, you understand now why they told you not to explore.
Stats
Name: Aslyn
ID: Di113
Gender: Male
Size: Standard
Type: Cherished
Rank: Top Shelf
Parents: Di004 x Di034
Genes: S,Cr,Cg,T!,F,M
Adroui
You begin to back up slowly, raising yourself onto your tiptoes...when suddenly you feel something brush your leg. It's like a scene from your nightmares, simply because of the all-comsuming bolt of sheer panic that shcoskwaves through your body. Your ears are bombarded with a deafening shreik, and you whirl around to face your doom. Instead of your doom, you are greeted by yet another one of those creatures. This one's troubled blue colors and vivid wings do nothing to calm you down. One look into its souless eyes and you know it has no qualms about maiming you.
Stats
Name: Adroui
ID: Di115
Gender: Male
Size: Standard
Type: Cherished
Rank: Carnival Prize
Genes: S,Cb,Cb!,Cg,T+,F,m
