AmethystSky the Arcweom

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AmethystSky
0% Happy
Stolen
28 Jan 2017
Hatched
20 May 2023
Immortal
10 Aug 2023
3,928 +2
Views
1,270 +1
Clicks
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And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish
You should learn when to go
You should learn how to say no
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
When they get what they want, and they never want it again
And they get what they want, and they never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
And the sky was all violet
I want it again, but violent, more violent
Yeah, I'm the one with no soul
One above and one below
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
When they get what they want, and they never want it again
When they get what they want, and they never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I dare you to
I told you from the start just how this would end
When I get what I want, then I never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
It's my lie, you're mine, you're mine
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything
Take everything, take everything

About Arcweom Eggs

Arcweom eggs can only be found in places with an exceptionally high concentration of magic. The transformation into a fully-grown Arcweom begins when an egg amasses enough ambient magic to sustain its growth.

About the Arcweom Creature

Arcweoms are magical adepts able to intuitively work magics that might take other beings years of study and practice to master. The runes that glow upon their scales shift and twist, creating themselves anew with each spell the Arcweom casts. The gem that hangs suspended between an Arcweom’s horns acts both as a focus for casting and a storehouse of excess magical energy.

Arcweoms have always been regarded with awe and a certain amount of reverence, if not outright worship, from non-spell casters.