Cedric
(#1045318)
Level 11 Fae
Familiar
Sakura Owl
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.87 m
Wingspan
0.94 m
Weight
1.71 kg
Genetics
Red
Petals
Petals
Rose
Butterfly
Butterfly
Stonewash
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 11 Fae
EXP: 15999 / 34264
STR
5
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
26
INT
56
VIT
10
MND
5
Biography
Needs: Opal
Just as Cassandra, Cedric the Fae came into this world with no recollection of his origin. There was only one thing Cedric knew, and knew as surely as Cassandra knew that she was Firstborn: he loved Cassandra. He has loved her since the time of their reckoning, before clan-home, before their search, before he knew anything at all. There has not been a moment of Cedric’s life that he has not loved Cassandra, and there never will be. This is his Truth.
When the two of them trekked across the lands, searching for clan-home, Cedric spent much of it focused entirely on Cassandra. He placed in her all of his love and trust, and as she looked to find clan-home, he sought to learn of her – of her likes and dislikes, what made her laugh, what made her cry, what made her angry and happy and sad, what made her stop and gaze in awe and wonder.
Her grey eyes, unaffiliated with any Flight, were sharp and serene, and in them Cedric found his home. When they colored orange, it was as if fire had overtaken her soul and he laughed with the crackling joy of it, as she smiled and it’s flame finally reached her eyes. He could not contain himself any longer then, and he did the first exuberant steps of the mating flight – and then was surprised when Cassandra followed his lead. He had expected nothing in return, and it warmed him to see his affections returned.
They lay together in their clan-home in the Ashfall Wastes, and their new lives began.
But the course of life is not always smooth. When Cassandra came away from the Plaugebringer’s lands with the Wyrmwound’s touch upon her, Cedric knew the calm, blissful days of the past were behind them.
Cassandra grew recalcitrant and withdrawn. Soon only he was permitted to approach her, and even then, she had her bad days. At first there was not much he could do. Using cloth soaked in lava-heated waters, he would bathe her blistered scales, hoping to soothe the agony of her affliction, but after a time it did nothing. He tried remedy after remedy, salve after salve, but nothing worked for long.
Eventually Cedric became desperate. On an expedition with a hunting party, when Cassandra was experiencing a rare comfortable spell, Cedric left to the Starfall Isles, where the wisest of scholars and magi reside. There he learned from experienced healers, used to combating the touch of the Wandering Contagion, and in time mastered several spells he was assured would help Cassandra in her battle with the disease well enough to return to clan-home.
When he arrived he went to Cassandra’s side immediately, fussing over his mate and, as Cassandra would fondly grumble, generally being a nuisance. Her pain had not returned to unbearable levels in his time away, but he knew she was glad to see him again all the same. That night, when the pain spiked as it did after the evening meal and just before she turned in, Cedric cast one of the soothing spells he learned from the Arcanist Scholars. The effects were immediate.
The pustules and open sores on her flesh immediately vanished into nothing, and the black charring cleared to a faded blood red. Her maw remained the same, stretched horrifically wide and gaping, but the edges were not so inflamed and chapped as they once were. The disease was by no means cured, but Cassandra’s pain was, for the time being, no longer present at all. Cassandra whimpered, staring at her mate, vulnerable with relief and fragile hope, not daring to move lest this dream fade and the pain return. Cedric gently laid a foreclaw against her soothed scales, and Cassandra surged into the touch, relishing the contact that came without pain.
From that night on, Cedric would cast his spells to assuage Cassandra’s pains, and the matriarch slowly came back to herself. It was not easy, for the spells were only temporary. By morning the sores returned and the pain came back, and Cedric could only use his magic so much before he exhausted himself. But in the night, Cassandra could sleep unhindered, curled up with her mate who loved her, even afflicted as she was, and his touch didn't hurt her. It didn’t hurt at all.
Cedric
Grand Patriarch
Grand Patriarch
Just as Cassandra, Cedric the Fae came into this world with no recollection of his origin. There was only one thing Cedric knew, and knew as surely as Cassandra knew that she was Firstborn: he loved Cassandra. He has loved her since the time of their reckoning, before clan-home, before their search, before he knew anything at all. There has not been a moment of Cedric’s life that he has not loved Cassandra, and there never will be. This is his Truth.
When the two of them trekked across the lands, searching for clan-home, Cedric spent much of it focused entirely on Cassandra. He placed in her all of his love and trust, and as she looked to find clan-home, he sought to learn of her – of her likes and dislikes, what made her laugh, what made her cry, what made her angry and happy and sad, what made her stop and gaze in awe and wonder.
Her grey eyes, unaffiliated with any Flight, were sharp and serene, and in them Cedric found his home. When they colored orange, it was as if fire had overtaken her soul and he laughed with the crackling joy of it, as she smiled and it’s flame finally reached her eyes. He could not contain himself any longer then, and he did the first exuberant steps of the mating flight – and then was surprised when Cassandra followed his lead. He had expected nothing in return, and it warmed him to see his affections returned.
They lay together in their clan-home in the Ashfall Wastes, and their new lives began.
***
But the course of life is not always smooth. When Cassandra came away from the Plaugebringer’s lands with the Wyrmwound’s touch upon her, Cedric knew the calm, blissful days of the past were behind them.
Cassandra grew recalcitrant and withdrawn. Soon only he was permitted to approach her, and even then, she had her bad days. At first there was not much he could do. Using cloth soaked in lava-heated waters, he would bathe her blistered scales, hoping to soothe the agony of her affliction, but after a time it did nothing. He tried remedy after remedy, salve after salve, but nothing worked for long.
Eventually Cedric became desperate. On an expedition with a hunting party, when Cassandra was experiencing a rare comfortable spell, Cedric left to the Starfall Isles, where the wisest of scholars and magi reside. There he learned from experienced healers, used to combating the touch of the Wandering Contagion, and in time mastered several spells he was assured would help Cassandra in her battle with the disease well enough to return to clan-home.
When he arrived he went to Cassandra’s side immediately, fussing over his mate and, as Cassandra would fondly grumble, generally being a nuisance. Her pain had not returned to unbearable levels in his time away, but he knew she was glad to see him again all the same. That night, when the pain spiked as it did after the evening meal and just before she turned in, Cedric cast one of the soothing spells he learned from the Arcanist Scholars. The effects were immediate.
The pustules and open sores on her flesh immediately vanished into nothing, and the black charring cleared to a faded blood red. Her maw remained the same, stretched horrifically wide and gaping, but the edges were not so inflamed and chapped as they once were. The disease was by no means cured, but Cassandra’s pain was, for the time being, no longer present at all. Cassandra whimpered, staring at her mate, vulnerable with relief and fragile hope, not daring to move lest this dream fade and the pain return. Cedric gently laid a foreclaw against her soothed scales, and Cassandra surged into the touch, relishing the contact that came without pain.
From that night on, Cedric would cast his spells to assuage Cassandra’s pains, and the matriarch slowly came back to herself. It was not easy, for the spells were only temporary. By morning the sores returned and the pain came back, and Cedric could only use his magic so much before he exhausted himself. But in the night, Cassandra could sleep unhindered, curled up with her mate who loved her, even afflicted as she was, and his touch didn't hurt her. It didn’t hurt at all.
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