Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

The low hum from the spinning monoliths was the first sound Taruho knew. For years, they were a fortress guard, their raspberry visor polished and their war paint a perfect, straight line of duty. They protected the wizards of the Crystal Highlands of Armaria, whose battles were fought with theorems and controlled energy bursts. Then they saw Yaban-hito, a storm of pure instinct, carve through an imperial patrol using nothing but rage and a sharpened rock. That night, Taruho smeared their paint into a chaotic pattern and walked away from the humming stones. These days, the salmon they wear was a prize from wrestling a river that flows uphill. It was a joke from Yaban-hito that stuck, a reminder that the strongest magic isn't always the loudest.

Name

Taruho

Owner

0xa5e4aC190a1A5105ada5Bd1FBe659ee48a611AbA

ID#3772

Rarity

MID:41%