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Kyanak

(#10782810)

Level 5 Imperial

Energy: 50/50

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Length

26.35 m

Wingspan

21.55 m

Weight

5672.36 kg

Genetics

Forest
Iridescent

Steel
Shimmer

Caribbean
Gembond

Hatchday

Feb 17, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 5 Imperial

EXP: 3481 / 5545

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Art by: GhostFromTheMoon

Kyanak
the diplomat

"I've never felt so enlightened."

When you constantly seek a part of yourself, you can only find your soul in the stars. Or, that's what Kyanak's mother used to say. Oceanbreeze had been akin to her name, a glittering set of gems and jewels. Kyanak was always slightly disappointed that she came out looking more like muddy river water, than the ocean-esque colors of her parents. It was something of a contention, because she never really felt beautiful.

She was a traveler by nature, though it didn't mean she didn't love to stay for awhile. When she was a hatchling, she'd found a place amidst a war-faring clan, and she could still remember the great stretching black wings of Comet, who quietly raised her and the others who passed under her protection. Aidan, the clan scholar, was warm and bright as the sun. She had been happy, but unfulfilled. Something called to her soul from some great Elysium that she hadn't found yet. Wanderlust hit her at a young age, and she walked carelessly, straight into the light.

Comet had watched with quiet pride, as she had watched all who had been in her care that had moved on. Perhaps a home was somewhere out there in the world, so Kyanak could stop posing questions to the silent universe and deities. Perhaps she could find a home.
~~~
Kyanak ventured far, farther than any map she had or direction she'd been given. But all was not lost - the air was clean and the ground was steady, and the thermals spurred her high. She had little to fear from the tiny things that populated her part of the world, but as she flew day by day the world began to grow dark.

Finally she found herself completely shrouded by mists, the shadows creeping in around her in almost sentient grace. Kyanak found the twisting darkness strangely beautiful, as if the goddess of this land was welcoming her. Echoing, playful laughter sounded up ahead, and Kyanak bounded towards the sound.

"Halt, stranger."

And he was handsome, oh; so handsome; with his scales of jet and silver. Violet eyes flashed with mirth and anger, two twins that warred inside his brain. Kyanak bowed low, there was a flurry of wings, and then a smart-looking little mirror was standing beside her.

"Tiberius, down."

The female commanded coldly, but for all the male's size he listened to the smaller mirror. Ah. Respect, then, was the key.

"Who are you, and why have you come here, icechild?" her tone is derogatory, a mad, lilting gleam in her eye, and Kyanak is suddenly affronted. She cannot help but bristle.

"I am Kyanak, if it pleases you. And I come seeking home."

the words slipped out suddenly, fiercely, with a conviction she could not have faked. The female turned her head, studying something imperceptible in Kyanak's face.

"You are acceptable. Come, icechild. There is room for you here."

The mirror led her to an honest settlement, if a little smaller than Kyanak's previous clan. She counted two imperials, twelve skydancers, a fae, and a pearlcatcher before the little mirror rounded on her abruptly.

"You are counting." her tone was accusatory, but Kyanak vowed not to take offense.

"Yes." she agreed.

"...and what do you see?" the mirror turned two sets of reddish-violet eyes on her, unsettling against a bright blue and yellow coat.

"What I see is sufficient for my needs. I would like a room and some food, if you can spare it." Kyanak was brisk, brutal; even, the mirror seems surprised for a moment before she laughs out loud. It is a bright, happy thing - Kyanak would not expect such a sound from this creature.

"Oh, a room, and food! That you shall have, my friend. That you shall have." the mirror is still chortling with laughter when she barks out orders to the nearest skydancer.

"Xue! Bring us some meat and mead, and tell this Kyanak how things are run." the mirror's grin is unsettling; a wide, maniacal thing of too many teeth to be considered friendly.

"You are not staying?"
"No. I have things to run, icechild. A clan to build." the mirror takes off with those words, leaving Kyanak to the care of the brightly colored Xeucheng. He is strange, a smirk and a wink and a blush over hot food and then he is dear to her.

The mirror does not come back, not for many days.

Kyanak is woken by sharp claws pricking her hide, two pairs of blood violet eyes staring into her own pale blue.

"Good morne, icechild.-- Sorry. I mean Kyanak." the mirror apologizes with a wan smile and a shrug of her shoulders. "I am Isla, if it pleases you, and I run this clan." she gestures with one wing.

"I still don't see what that has to do with me." Kyanak grumbles, blinking the sleep from her eyes. The mirror--Isla-- laughs. "You live here, Kyanak. It's high time you learned my name."
~~~
The rest of the next three weeks was spent learning customs, language, idioms of the Lazari Clansmen. She learned history, how the clan came to be (Isla found Tiberius and convinced him to her cause, they found little Vaux all abandoned--he's not so little anymore-- Acantha landed in the dead of night, soaked in blood with a hell of a story when she woke up.......--) and most everyone's names.

She still has trouble differentiating between Dust and Otkatla.
~~~
The first news came several months after, a tiny message written in her mothers' hand.

Your sisters have both left us for new horizons. Sae longs for a different, more challenging landscape - your father contacted an old friend, and set her up to join a clan in the Cloudscrape Crags. Danya, bless her heart, has converted. She joined the ranks of Tidelord's thralls, and serves him now. You are the only daughter left to us. Please, I--

the rest of the message is torn. Kyanak looks up in horror at Lumorne; the little fae who brings messages to the clansmen.

"Is this all? This edge looks ripped, did you perchance-" Lumorne looks sorrowfully at the obviously distraught imperial.

"I'm sorry miss, but that's all the courier gave to me." she leaves with barely a whisper of wings, Kyanak stares at the crisp parchment that has become her only beacon to the outside world.
~~~
"I am sorry, Kyanak. You cannot return to your family now." Isla dismisses her anger, as if she is no more than a fly.

"I am NOT your prisoner, Isla. I leave when I say I leave." Kyanaks' voice is powerful, without a hint of the fear she feels. To leave this place forever, the clansmen she's come to know, would be worse than death. But to not see her parents, that is unforgivable. And she will not bend.

"Pipe down and don't get your tail in a knot. I'm not saying you can't go because you AREN'T a clansmen yet. I'm saying you can't go because you ARE clansmen. The area outside our territory is too dangerous for you to travel alone, and I can't risk any of the fighters leaving right now. We have two nests on the way." she gives a sad, red-violet eyed look to Kyanak.

"Plaguebringer's minions are winning. Icewarden is a close second, and frankly i'd rather see other icechildren in this land than plaguespreaders. Disgusting creatures." she pauses. "Shadowbinder is keeping The Arcanist at bay, but only barely. And the BeastClans are winning against all. We cannot have you lost to them. Once the fighting has stopped, you are cleared to return to your parents. But remember where home is." Isla nods, and Kyanak knows she is dismissed from her leaders' pavilion.
~~~
She goes to Three, the son of Vaux and Raghni who was never given a name. From birth, he was destined to leave the clan - a common thing, in many. But no-one ever took him, and Isla would not allow his parents to give him a name. So they called him Three, after the order of his hatching, and he was one of the few who would understand.

They spent that night under the witch willows, looking up at the stars, her head on his shoulder.

That was not the last night they spent.
~~~
When Kyanak found she was with child, she was overjoyed. Three, too, for all his silence, (Isla rarely permitted him to speak) grew happy and excited by turns. She was given the last open nest for the clan, Isla soothing her worries that other pairings would want the nest before she. (Amit did give her a particularly scornful look, and she heard something from Nyeiia's mouth about meddling, knocked-up Imperials) but Isla silenced them both with a look and Kyanak could not wait to name her children.

Isla said they would be sent off to other clans, but Kyanak would name them.
~~~
Her son was seafoam and steel, the violet eyes of those born to the Lazarene. Her daughter, jade and stone; and both took after their father in coat and wing and mark.

"Dalia." she breathed, her daughter's ferocious purple gaze looking back from pale green feathers.

"Emori." her son was silent, but she loved him all the same.
~~~
At once her children were sold, Isla promising they'd have good lives in their new clan. Kyanak found solace in the fact that they were leaving together; a matriarch called Lakari would be taking her young offspring under the wing of her Clan, and later, her god.

It was not long before Three left to serve Shadowbinder, taking the name Sengarin as his own. She had whispered it was the name of a great leader; a great warrior - he would be just as fearless when he gave all he was to his goddess.

And when her children where gone, and her mate was too, Kyanak found she could still be happy.

It was years before she was noticed by Isla again, a mirror who saw only heat (but saw much more than that). Kyanak had spent many moons sparring with the great warrior Tiberius, the imperial she'd seen on her first day but had been too shy to speak to. His great bulk was impressive to her, his speed and agility something she'd thought he wouldn't possess. At the end of their match she was sweating and dirty, and Isla looked at her for a long while without saying anything.

There was a note on the floor of her den when she returned to it, a crudely drawn picture of a mirror winking and a few lines of type. You would've gotten this sooner if you'd been in your own den.

At least she had the decency to blush.
• • Kyanak was small as an adolescent, but she's filled out into a normal-sized adult, even if her weight is still on the light-as-air side of things.
• • became isla's head diplomat

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