Audra
(#10538609)
He/They
Igami
Bluemoon Aviar
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Energy: 50
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Effect
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.11 m
Wingspan
2.31 m
Weight
120.47 kg
Genetics
Sky
Metallic
Metallic
Navy
Foam
Foam
Coal
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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A U D R A
{ AWD-rə }
Grand Keeper
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Electricity licks up my side,
it's touch is fire and light and I turn it cold.
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{ AWD-rə }
Grand Keeper
█ █ █ █ █ █
Electricity licks up my side,
it's touch is fire and light and I turn it cold.
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Spinning, twisting, soaring. The air was dense with the energy of the brewing storm, but in the grand swell of it Audra found he could not bring himself to care. He was a dragon born of storms, was he not? The father of his flight had blood made of lightning, and that blood was Audra’s. Lightning tingled at his clawtips, dancing in arcs and bursts of flickering light across his scales in harmless tingles. It was wonderous to let his magic out, even in these contained bursts. The metal plating that guarded their body seemed to hum with it. Magic, machine, muscle. What a gift to be made of these three things, the fruits of their world. Audra sighed, and let his wings grow still. His body, always in a confusing coil of limbs and feathering wings, began to succumb to the weight of gravity. Unspiraling, Audra tilted his head back and stretched out the long length of his body as he picked up speed. He fell down, down, down, wings limp and light at his sides. With closed eyes, it felt like a different sort of flying. The ground drew near, and with practiced ease Audra stretched out his wings a second before gravity would have turned him into a smear on the earth. His flight curved tightly and soon he was flying a mere tail-length from the snowy ground, the sky grumbling above. The world was dark and brooding with the clouds dense above, but the very air felt so utterly alive. And as he flew right up and over a cliffs edge, suddenly Rekhanci was spilled out before Audra. It’s circular shape was like a drop of ink amidst the otherwise utterly white landscape, and from here Audra could see the shape of Archmage Mira’s magical barrier glisten in the snowfall—but only because he had a practiced eye. His heart beat a bit faster at the sight of his beloved city, his home. Even that dark gruesome smear of the Witchwood just beyond it could not dampen his love. This was the city he worked so hard to protect, that he would give life and limb for. Rekhanci, with its magi and warriors and merchants. With its citizens of dragon and beast alike. It was a jewel, truly, and worth such devoted protection. Audra shot high into the air, the clouds clustering thick around him, then he tilted back and began to fall, almost directly towards Rekhanci. Letting his magic surge once again, he drew the storm towards himself and let the lightning burst hard alongside his body. The sound of it was hard in his ears, but he felt it more so in the drumbeat of his heart. Flying now towards the Witchwood, where his sacred duty lied, Audra let the lightning of the storm be drawn to his scales. The metal of his augments hummed and glowed with life and energy, and the clouds above eddied to his power. Audra was the storm, the lightning, the thunder. Now above the glass-like forest of the Witchwood, Audra released his hold of the storm. Like untethered rope, the lightning fell away and was drawn instead toward the ground. They dropped like weights, the thunder a cacophony of noise. For a moment, the Witchwood was lit blue with the colour of its glass and the glow of the lightning. Audra nearly sighed with the freeing feel of a storm satisfied. He hovered there in the air, energy crackling merrily around him, and stared at the Witchwood. His beast, his burden. But not his alone. Below, Icarus was likely watching from the safety of the Court of Weeping Ice sanctuary. The two were companions in their miserable task of guarding against the Witchwood, and the shadowy wildclaw was more than familiar with the feel of Audra’s magic. Like Icarus’, Audra’s rituals were an integral part of their sect being able to keep Rekhanci safe. It was a task they did not take lightly. | blankblank |
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— ♫ "Take Control" by Kodaline — At first meeting, definitely seems like the worlds rudest dragon — He's actually quite nice, just sort of. high energy — His complete lack of patience is baffling — Everyone he meets is his to protect immediately — "Have we known each other for at least five minutes? Guess your survival is now my responsibility" — He hates the Witchwood with all his heart, but also is addicted to keeping an eye on it — CONSTANT VIGILANCE |
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