Arrancar
(#11446271)
Level 11 Wildclaw
Familiar
Winter Wolf
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.01 m
Wingspan
7.55 m
Weight
698.28 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
White
Shimmer
Shimmer
Obsidian
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 11 Wildclaw
EXP: 5928 / 34264
STR
37
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
31
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
A̸̡͙̤̗̲̺̙̜̜ͅ ̗̹̣͙̥̱͉̤Ŕ̢̟̺ ̸̙͇̦R̫̹̠͔͉̳͉̀͝ ̨̖̺̖͕ͅͅA̴̙͔̕͜ ̢͍̰̝͞Ṉ͙͓̮ ̨̰̝͍̼̳͙̟̩͜͝Ç̥̳̙̱̻̖͕̹ ̯̤̼̝̘́́A͇̩͈̻͘ ͏͚͖̳̬̰̞͘R̴̡̛̭̝ / / DEAD--AND / OR--ALIVE
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In the Forest, memories linger. Arrancar is one of the worse ones.
The Lightning dragon is a remnant of a battle lost to Ice long ago; barely more than an amalgam of fragmented souls of the warriors that fought that day and sheer rage, remembered only by the Forest. Arrancar is neither dead nor quite alive - its heart doesn't beat, its blood doesn't flow, but its mind thinks.
It boils with hatred, stuck in eternal agony in the land of those that defeated it.
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In the early days of Rakraēt, nobody was aware of Arrancar's existence, for the wildling was not awake. It slumbered in the depths of the Forest, undisturbed since time immemorial, and it dreamt of terror and war.
This changed soon after Ichimaru joined the dragons of Rakraēt. He grew fascinated with the Forest and it's peculiar nature, and – by accident or design, nobody knew – he roused Arrancar from its sleep, and the Wildclaw howled with fury, for it understood that it was imprisoned by forces beyond its control.
And thus, Arrancar became to the Rakraēti a monster, ambushing them whenever they set out to the Forest. The Wildclaw was swift, cunning, and never stopped, regardless of the wounds it took itself. Reasoning with it brought no result.
The foraging excursions to the Forest ceased, as few dared to chance such a venture, yet Ichimaru remained intrigued, for he was gifted in the matters of the spiritual and he saw Arrancar for what it really was – a broken memory fixed in time by rampant, unaimed magic.
And so, Ichimaru set out to see what he could do about it, for he was seldom restrained by fear.
Arrancar did not take to his intervention kindly. An Ice dragon, meddling in its affairs? Unthinkable. There were none but foe in this land. This foe is no different and will be eaten as well, it decided. But Ichimaru was cunning, and he perched high on branches of trees, where Arrancar could not fly with its wings torn. He talked to Arrancar, and was surprised that it could talk back – proof that it was more than just a walking carcass.
Ichimaru brought with him tales of faraway lands gathered from dragons living in the mountain – all of the Rakraēti wandered, such was their nature. Arrancar was uninterested in tales of adventure or bravery, but of conquest – it wanted to know how the Lightning flight was faring. In the Forest, time passed how it wanted, and Arrancar did not know how long it had been since the battle that had ended with its demise.
So Ichimaru spoke of the disputes between the flights, and of the dragons who sought to flee from the conflicts; who turned their kin aside and chose to live in mixed company instead. Kieran was mentioned as the fabled warrior of the Rakraēti, fierce and loyal, and Arrancar disbelieved that he could truly be of Lightning descent. Surely no one but exiles (in its mind, Ice dragons were all exiles) would choose to live in this barren, frozen land, and certainly no true Lightning dragon would protect them.
But Ichimaru brought a slightly spooked Kieran along next time, and Arrancar could see that he had not lied.
For this, it did not eat him.
It took months, but the two struggled to an uneasy accord. Arrancar was convinced to ignore the Rakraēti rather than maim them on sight. In turn, Ichimaru would visit. Arrancar was not lonely, but the solitude and the Forest's silence drove it mad.
Eventually, their accord turned into a fragile partnership, but all hatchlings born of it turned out to be very much like Arrancar – alive, but with their hearts still. They existed apart from the Forest, unbound by its magic, but cursed to be empty like the Void – indifferent to all things but war. Most of them left the Forest in search of battle, and never came back.
Arrancar could not follow. Its calling was to the Stormcatcher - but the Forest would not let it go. Its eternal watch was to the Icefield - and no amount of Ichimaru's rambling would make that hatred lesser.
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::: THE FOREST
::: Lost Warrior Soul
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The dragon says nothing, just stares at you with pupilless eyes. You can hear the soft whoosh of its breathing.
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:::In the Forest, memories linger. Arrancar is one of the worse ones.
The Lightning dragon is a remnant of a battle lost to Ice long ago; barely more than an amalgam of fragmented souls of the warriors that fought that day and sheer rage, remembered only by the Forest. Arrancar is neither dead nor quite alive - its heart doesn't beat, its blood doesn't flow, but its mind thinks.
It boils with hatred, stuck in eternal agony in the land of those that defeated it.
:::In the early days of Rakraēt, nobody was aware of Arrancar's existence, for the wildling was not awake. It slumbered in the depths of the Forest, undisturbed since time immemorial, and it dreamt of terror and war.
This changed soon after Ichimaru joined the dragons of Rakraēt. He grew fascinated with the Forest and it's peculiar nature, and – by accident or design, nobody knew – he roused Arrancar from its sleep, and the Wildclaw howled with fury, for it understood that it was imprisoned by forces beyond its control.
And thus, Arrancar became to the Rakraēti a monster, ambushing them whenever they set out to the Forest. The Wildclaw was swift, cunning, and never stopped, regardless of the wounds it took itself. Reasoning with it brought no result.
The foraging excursions to the Forest ceased, as few dared to chance such a venture, yet Ichimaru remained intrigued, for he was gifted in the matters of the spiritual and he saw Arrancar for what it really was – a broken memory fixed in time by rampant, unaimed magic.
And so, Ichimaru set out to see what he could do about it, for he was seldom restrained by fear.
Arrancar did not take to his intervention kindly. An Ice dragon, meddling in its affairs? Unthinkable. There were none but foe in this land. This foe is no different and will be eaten as well, it decided. But Ichimaru was cunning, and he perched high on branches of trees, where Arrancar could not fly with its wings torn. He talked to Arrancar, and was surprised that it could talk back – proof that it was more than just a walking carcass.
Ichimaru brought with him tales of faraway lands gathered from dragons living in the mountain – all of the Rakraēti wandered, such was their nature. Arrancar was uninterested in tales of adventure or bravery, but of conquest – it wanted to know how the Lightning flight was faring. In the Forest, time passed how it wanted, and Arrancar did not know how long it had been since the battle that had ended with its demise.
So Ichimaru spoke of the disputes between the flights, and of the dragons who sought to flee from the conflicts; who turned their kin aside and chose to live in mixed company instead. Kieran was mentioned as the fabled warrior of the Rakraēti, fierce and loyal, and Arrancar disbelieved that he could truly be of Lightning descent. Surely no one but exiles (in its mind, Ice dragons were all exiles) would choose to live in this barren, frozen land, and certainly no true Lightning dragon would protect them.
But Ichimaru brought a slightly spooked Kieran along next time, and Arrancar could see that he had not lied.
For this, it did not eat him.
It took months, but the two struggled to an uneasy accord. Arrancar was convinced to ignore the Rakraēti rather than maim them on sight. In turn, Ichimaru would visit. Arrancar was not lonely, but the solitude and the Forest's silence drove it mad.
Eventually, their accord turned into a fragile partnership, but all hatchlings born of it turned out to be very much like Arrancar – alive, but with their hearts still. They existed apart from the Forest, unbound by its magic, but cursed to be empty like the Void – indifferent to all things but war. Most of them left the Forest in search of battle, and never came back.
Arrancar could not follow. Its calling was to the Stormcatcher - but the Forest would not let it go. Its eternal watch was to the Icefield - and no amount of Ichimaru's rambling would make that hatred lesser.
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ICHIMARU
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This one, Arrancar has decided not to eat. |
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KIERAN, THE ABSENT
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As Arrancar sees it, Kieran travels often because he cannot stand to be surrounded by so many Ice natives - it's the only logical explanation. |
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MASSHIRO
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Perfectly alike, these two never feel the need to talk. |
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RISTAYA
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Absolutely different, these two never seek to talk. |
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THE EMPEROR
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Arrancar is too dead to be afraid. |
::: THE FOREST
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