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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.18 m
Wingspan
5.75 m
Weight
422.68 kg
Genetics
Blood
Iridescent
Iridescent
Banana
Shimmer
Shimmer
Goldenrod
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
6
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
50
INT
114
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Minith
- Fado
- Toren
- Vileskull
- Skylark
- Crispin
- Uniform
- Bonkers
- Aerfen
- Kelsus
- Oriel
- Mechanic
- Dios
- Aemon
- Jimble
- Asil
- Keren
- Galiya
- Slither
- Keva
- Radical
- Lightwood
- Sette
- Unnamed
- Horn
- Flax
- Aurus
- Lum
- Sanna
- Alexina
- Rue
- Jadewing
- Magnolia
- Kilo
- Anastasiya
- Aden
- Berrik
- Izanagi
- Leiloni
- Giggleglow
- Taiyo
- Harbrom
- Iris
- Truth
- Halley
- Mongeaux
- Angelwing
- Severin
- Tanya
- Joelle
- Toret
- William
- Ranmir
- Pruatis
- Victiln
- Hanzo
- Cosmo
- Fireborn
- Hornbeam
- Nightsteel
- Phyress
- Lampkin
- Rauken
- Eclipse
- Flamebloom
- Tigerstar
- Nadean
- Totemqueen
- Irie
- Espressivo
- Vesuvius
- Cosmos
- Kettricken
- Caris
- Afano
- Tonsie
- Ewara
- Frostknight
- Jasnah
- Abel
- Marcone
- Stewart
- Kalfu
- Aixa
- Fusin
- Flamekeeper
- Doane
- Siors
- Kekki
- Zonetail
- Rhagoh
- Rockfur
- Andrus
- Ironwing
- BattleHerald
- Mantiswing
- Joker
- Aunt
- Nadean
- Florian
- Joseff
- Almeyda
- Angelo
- Sera
- Ayla
- Cylyria
- Auxentius
- Shikashi
- Lissandra
- Rock
- Bara
- Olexa
- Merit
- Shawl
- Calvato
- Aleru
- Lamonica
- Deadra
- Sorceress
- Ananke
- Tudyr
- Andric
- Nikita
- Count
- Pug
- Khrynia
- Bawx
- Luc
- Windbinder
- Qizon
- Epidote
- Tinyhawk
- Serkhan
- Maelorwen
- Ilar
- Celandine
- Safadel
- Caiatis
- Lydia
- Cletus
- Chalcedony
- Watcher
- Caderyn
- Longtooth
- Bones
- Auntor
- Kizzy
- Stonefury
- Sweetthorn
- Olebeag
- Ryuki
- Jinna
- Asimar
- Merill
- Pathfinder
- Ailey
Biography
"...the dividing line between past, present, and future is an illusion..."
---~---
one.
the stars in your eyes are growing to supernova size and suddenly you cannot be contained, unrestrainable, a hurricane of carbon and stardust and the fabric of spacetime, the other side of a black hole. this is not what you wanted when you became a mage, but there is something dazzling about the powerful.
two.
there’s a broken picture frame where home used to be-- or would have been-- or will be-- or will no longer be-- a cavern of rubber flakes from where you erased the words off the page, broken pencil lead and stones carved with mistakes. there are runestones dedicated to the way you destroyed them, an ink that refuses to fade.
three.
the hole in your chest is not healing, a wound straight through the ribs and into your heart, blocking and stuttering of your diaphragm and suddenly it becomes hard to breathe between hiccups and when did you start sobbing tidal waves, crashing against your own skin and drowning your own lungs?
four.
he still smiles at you all the same. maybe the years will just keep on multiplying now, a canyon of time stretched like a canvas between who you used to be, who he knows, the things that you have changed but haven’t changed at all. part of you will always wonder if he knows, somehow, the sketch beneath the paint. you’re half-hopeful, half-hoping he will not.
five.
if you go far enough back in time, can you stop your future self from committing catastrophe? if you go far enough forward in time, can you see your past self stitching back together the pieces of calamity? if you had only just stayed right where you were, if only you had just counted your blessings--
six.
no one will ever know. even if you told, it would not change anything. they would never know, they would lack understanding. the burden you carry is yours alone.
seven.
when you said that you wished you could change the past, you only had the best intentions. but how dare you? how dare you even try what the gods themselves deny plausibility? how dare you read all the texts, gather every last note, plan and pursue and have passion and become a heretic? who gave you the right? who gave you the courage? if you could have just stayed a coward, lived with the regret but the bliss, would you have done it, now that you know the consequences?
eight.
yes. yes, i want to go back-- forward-- across-- erase--
nine.
no. no, maybe not, after all. maybe this is a lesson that i need to learn. the burden is mine to bear alone.
ten.
there’s a clock ticking in your chest, the only timepiece that matters when the slipstream is so readily available. it keeps you from unravelling, thread by thread of the fabric of time, travelling star by star in alternate realities, a blind grab for the place where you could find your heart, where you could finally change everything. the ley lines glow under the earth and the fire under your skin burns and burns. the supernova is getting ready to burst. you are ready--
zero.
you are surrounded by nothing but disaster, the aftermath of an exploding star, a black hole of the past as you watch history changing. now you have to deal with the consequences. the stars in your eyes do not shine. the edges of broken glass are sharp, taunting. the hole in your chest does not scar. his smiles are not for you, but who you once were.
infinity.
the war is raging. the tide is rising. and soon space will swallow you whole.
the stars in your eyes are growing to supernova size and suddenly you cannot be contained, unrestrainable, a hurricane of carbon and stardust and the fabric of spacetime, the other side of a black hole. this is not what you wanted when you became a mage, but there is something dazzling about the powerful.
two.
there’s a broken picture frame where home used to be-- or would have been-- or will be-- or will no longer be-- a cavern of rubber flakes from where you erased the words off the page, broken pencil lead and stones carved with mistakes. there are runestones dedicated to the way you destroyed them, an ink that refuses to fade.
three.
the hole in your chest is not healing, a wound straight through the ribs and into your heart, blocking and stuttering of your diaphragm and suddenly it becomes hard to breathe between hiccups and when did you start sobbing tidal waves, crashing against your own skin and drowning your own lungs?
four.
he still smiles at you all the same. maybe the years will just keep on multiplying now, a canyon of time stretched like a canvas between who you used to be, who he knows, the things that you have changed but haven’t changed at all. part of you will always wonder if he knows, somehow, the sketch beneath the paint. you’re half-hopeful, half-hoping he will not.
five.
if you go far enough back in time, can you stop your future self from committing catastrophe? if you go far enough forward in time, can you see your past self stitching back together the pieces of calamity? if you had only just stayed right where you were, if only you had just counted your blessings--
six.
no one will ever know. even if you told, it would not change anything. they would never know, they would lack understanding. the burden you carry is yours alone.
seven.
when you said that you wished you could change the past, you only had the best intentions. but how dare you? how dare you even try what the gods themselves deny plausibility? how dare you read all the texts, gather every last note, plan and pursue and have passion and become a heretic? who gave you the right? who gave you the courage? if you could have just stayed a coward, lived with the regret but the bliss, would you have done it, now that you know the consequences?
eight.
yes. yes, i want to go back-- forward-- across-- erase--
nine.
no. no, maybe not, after all. maybe this is a lesson that i need to learn. the burden is mine to bear alone.
ten.
there’s a clock ticking in your chest, the only timepiece that matters when the slipstream is so readily available. it keeps you from unravelling, thread by thread of the fabric of time, travelling star by star in alternate realities, a blind grab for the place where you could find your heart, where you could finally change everything. the ley lines glow under the earth and the fire under your skin burns and burns. the supernova is getting ready to burst. you are ready--
zero.
you are surrounded by nothing but disaster, the aftermath of an exploding star, a black hole of the past as you watch history changing. now you have to deal with the consequences. the stars in your eyes do not shine. the edges of broken glass are sharp, taunting. the hole in your chest does not scar. his smiles are not for you, but who you once were.
infinity.
the war is raging. the tide is rising. and soon space will swallow you whole.
"'39"
--~--
"Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew."
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew."
--~--
The clan's Time mage, Fusae sees past, present, and future, and can travel through the timestream like most dragons swim through water, an accumulation of the sands of time in her stomach. She met Hiroshi a long time ago, and recently they've become reacquainted and become a mated pair after decades apart.
Though she can See far, even gods cannot change the past, and she mourns the years lost between them.
In her desperation to make up for lost time, on the night the Companion Comet was seen racing across the sky, she cast her spell.
The concentration of nature magic with the ambient ley lines under the sea, the sands from an hourglass, and a cursed Talonclasp pendant, made a poor mix.
She punched a hole through time and space and landed in the time of the clan's founding, killing many. Each of the factions thinks the other is to blame, and so the Keenwave Civil War began.
No matter how she tries, she cannot go back before the incident, and so spends her days resetting the world, slipping through the timestream.
She hasn't yet found a way to stop the two clan factions from fighting, but she believes it is only a matter of time.
--~--
RELATED CHARACTERS
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CHASON Guardian of the Unseen Nexus |
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ANOMALY Time Eater |
--~--
Imagine you're young and in love. Imagine, then, you're excited and want adventure and to make something of yourself, but it means you have to leave your clan behind to travel to a brighter future, to achieve your dreams, to be the best mage in the world. You want your love interest to come with you, but he shakes his head. He has his own dreams, those of a scientist. To tinker, to figure out things.
Now imagine it's decades later. You started out bright, but your time away, the encounters and trials you've had have left you hard. Bitter. Cynical. You wander back home, wings drooping, tail tucked between your legs, to find that your mate is still there, still waiting for you. He's never taken another mate. He loves you, whole and true.
Imagine then, that it makes you feel stupid. Though you had something important all along, you never realized it when you had it. That your life had been empty without them in it. And while you've had friends, had companions, they've all paled in comparison to the love and support he's shown you.
So at first it bothers you, but then that missing time becomes an obsession. So you turn your studies in magic darker, keeping it hidden from him. You want your time with him back. You want to spend those decades together, instead of having them as a regret. You don't eat, you don't sleep, it consumes your mind at all hours.
You figure it out.
Then, you break space time, and end up fracturing the time stream.
And it turns out it was for nothing. While you can upend the hourglass, swim inside the sands, control it with the sands swirling inside your belly, time only flows one direction. Only the Arcanist can truly roll back time.
Actually, it was for less than nothing. The civil war that's been going on inside the clan was caused by you.
You're responsible for the deaths of a large portion of the clan.
That's one more weight to add to your list of sins.
And ever since you broke space time, strange things have started happening. Disappearances. Shade touched creatures. Hatchlings with multiple eyes. The Tidelord disappearing.
It's a mess.
--~--
"Here songs are ever in the air while story climbs the spiral stair..."
"Here songs are ever in the air while story climbs the spiral stair..."
retrodetective wrote on 2017-12-13:
I need it. I need time. I have no time. I need all the time. I never have enough time. I'm always running out of it, stealing it when I can.
Recipient of Jouradyi's Hug!
The Tundra So Awesome they accidentally HUGGED THROUGH TIME TO THE PAST!
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