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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
13.49 m
Wingspan
18.41 m
Weight
9149.3 kg
Genetics
Charcoal
Lionfish
Lionfish
Blood
Noxtide
Noxtide
Maroon
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
68
INT
5
VIT
17
MND
5
Biography
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Sleet
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The Birth of a Guardian and The Founding of a Clan Dragons call her Sleet in jest, because she's cold as ice, but she has never seen sleet herself and doesn't know the meaning of the word. A powerful and ancient guardian. The storytellers say her egg was borne by the rocks of Dragonhome itself. She arrived in the world, left against the base of a cliff. The rising sun had warmed the egg just enough for it to hatch. Having never seen another dragon, much less a guardian, she relied on her instincts to survive into adolescence. She hunted and devoured the smaller creatures that crossed her path. To her great fortune it seemed, she was rapidly growing larger than all else. Soon no prey could stand against her. Her tough scales protected her against Beastclan weapons, the relentless sandstorms, and the searing sun. She was compelled to move, and never rested long in any place. She wandered endlessly, knowing not what she was looking for. She grew and feasted and grew, in both size and appetite. Until one day her great weight proved too much for the earth to bear. The dry, brittle ground of the wasteland collapsed beneath her. She fell, and landed miles below, in an untouched cave system. Light streamed down into the earth, for perhaps the first time, through the massive sinkhole that now existed in the ceiling. Having crushed one of her wings under her bulk, she was unable to fly. Unable to escape the cave, she retreated deeper into the darkness. There, she would have starved, but fate was on her side. She came upon a vast underground lake, with enough freshwater and aquatic life to sustain her. She descended into the pristine depths. It is here she has dwelled ever since, even though her broken wing has long since healed. Some force she could not describe commanded her not to stray from the lake. She knew it was here her search would finally end. Over time algae and weeds grew along her scales, until she was well camouflaged in the waters. The skylight let light and fresh air in, and in the caves, life took root. Fungus began to grow along the damp walls. Then more plants, their seeds having been carried down into the depths on the wind. Grass, then flowers, then saplings. Centuries passed, and there came to be a veritable jungle, growing underground. Other dragons and beasts, of many strange shapes and sizes, discovered the caverns through the newly made skylight. They were drawn by the scent of water and vegetation, a rare treasure in the barren wastes. The old guardian defended her charge with deadly force, until all creatures learned to fear the mysterious caves and the spring within. 
One year, the dry season was longer and harsher than all previous. The Clans of Earth watched their kin succumb to dehydration and starvation. There had long been rumors of a great demon hoarding a plentiful source of water deep underground. The elders had scoffed at the tales. They knew that there were no demons, only dragons and beasts; fallible beings of flesh. A dragon could be vanquished. The elders assembled a team of warriors. An adept mirror archer led this troupe of soldiers across Dragonhome's arid surface. Their mission was to slay the greedy monster and distribute the wealth of water fairly among the Clans of Earth. The demon watched the strangers approach the lake with interest. The battle was long and bloody. Soon only the mirror remained standing. He had been small and agile enough to dart between her claws. However, he eventually grew tired. Around him, his companions lay slain. The ancient beast held him pinned under the great weight of her talons. In a last ditch attempt to save his life, the mirror spoke. "Great demon," he said. "There is a drought. The lands above are dying. I ask that you share this bounty of water with the Clans of Earth." The guardian stared down at him with an expression as if she had just watched a hippogriff grow a second head. She had never before cared for the thoughts of other beings. Indeed, she had not known they could think as she could. All she had known was that this lake was her home, and her charge. To claim it was her right. She knew nothing and cared not for clans, nor for civilization. No one had ever spoken to her before. She found herself hypnotized by the words, and the strange magic that allowed her to understand them. She had never desired any companionship but her own, until now. The words had sparked within her curiosity. It was not often she encountered something new. Until this point her life had been as predictable and constant as the slow crawl of time itself. She wanted to know more about these intelligent creatures, their magic, and their language. She had always followed her instincts. "Stay will me, and so long as the lake and it's cavern are not harmed, I will share," she offered, speaking for the first time. Seeing little choice, the mirror agreed, and he has remained with her ever since. He was allowed to return to the clan which had hired him. She did not know that he would return. She thought that he may flee into the desert with his life; she had only his word as assurance. Under her careful watch, foreign Snappers and their beasts of burden were permitted to enter the caverns. The mirror helped the caravans fill barrels with water from the lake. True to his word, the procession left with their prize, and the mirror stayed behind.
She spent most of her time underwater, as usual, and preoccupied herself swimming and chasing the fish that darted through the shallows. This was enough for her, she had her charge and she was content. The mirror however, sat idly on the shore. He attempted to speak to her whenever she surfaced. He told her about himself and his travels. His name was Wurm. He was a mercenary, or atleast, he was; up until recently. Not experienced in conversation, she listened, but rarely knew what to say in return. Still, she enjoyed listening to him. The events, people, and places he described never failed to captivate her interest. Wurm had traveled all over Sornieth. He had many stories about wars, strange beasts, magic, and dragons of all sizes and shapes. These tales were unreal to her, fantastical. She had not even known there was anything outside the Shattered Plane. Except perhaps for the broken pillar she'd once seen rising in the distance, back when she had still lived on the surface. Time passed. Social by nature, the isolation of the caves had caused the Mirror to grow ill and despondent. He lazed around looking sad and pathetic. His ailment made him irritable, and a lot less pleasant to interact with. This eventually prompted her to ask him what was wrong. He told her that he was lonely. She did not understand this concept, and told him so. He described this condition as 'missing the presence of others', and she still did not understand. She would miss the fish if they went away; for she would grow hungry. However, she did not think this is what he had meant. She fed him plenty of fish from the lake, he was not hungry. Instead, Wurm asked if he could leave for a time; so that he may invite others to live with them in the caves. He had not betrayed her trust yet, so she agreed to this. In her time apart from him, she began to comprehend the concept he'd tried to explain. Loneliness. She was glad when he returned, and bewildered. He brought with him many strange newcomers. It seemed Wurm had been careful to choose dragons that would not intimidate her. She had seen dragons like these before, the water carriers. They were called Snappers, Wurm said. They were heavy, sturdy things-- but short. She batted at one with her tail, and it fell over, rolling onto its back. Like an upturned turtle, it struggled. She amused herself watching it's legs flail as it tried and failed to right itself. It took four of the smaller dragons to help the poor creature back onto its feet. There were also new creatures, ones she had never seen before. They were fast, and crawled close to the ground on their bellies. Their bodies were slippery. She made a game of catching one. It had wriggled out of her grip like an eel, and had shouted profanities at her. 'Bogsneaks,' Wurm called them. He said they did not much like the hot sun on the surface. The dragons were relieved to have found a place sheltered from the harsh rays, and with water to spare. Some of the new arrivals kept to themselves, and seemed about as inclined to talk as herself. Others brought with them strange knowledge. They wielded magic of all kinds; of water, of earth, of light, and of nature. Together the foreigners irrigated the caves and tamed the forest. They dug furrows, planted more trees, and hung great spheres from the stalactites. The spheres held within them the light of stars. The ancient one watched in wonder as the cave forest grew and changed. The dragons continued to exist in the caverns, caring for the new ecosystem they had helped create, in harmony with the elements. The new paradise did not last however. War was brewing on the surface. Beastclan forces had noticed the caves as well, and desired the water to feed their growing armies. She was forced to rise from the lake to defend it once more, but this time, she wasn't alone. |
Art by me, Decimata
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