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Vanyalinde

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Boss Lady

Blue

Bucktooth Digger

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

11.37 m

Wingspan

18.37 m

Weight

9612.1 kg

Genetics

Maize
Ripple

Aqua
Current

White
Basic

Hatchday

Apr 08, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

127

AGI

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QCK

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VIT

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

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ŒŒVanyalindëŒŒ

– (Vahn-yah-LIN-dayh) – Quenya, 'Beautiful; fair and melodious'.

– Progenitor-Matriarch – Eternally Radiant

"Whilst you are in my care, my word is your law; myself, your shield."

_{Joined the clan: Progenitor}

Art by me

Vanyalindë is the progenitor and matriarch of Clan Lokenossë; fittingly for her role, she is fiercely protective and territorial, and rarely aggressive. She is rather small for a guardian, at just over eleven metres long, but is highly muscular and heavy for her size. Her wings are comparatively broad; more than enough to lift her compact frame and to accentuate her great presence amongst even larger dragons.

She holds a firm authority over the clan and commands respect and devotion from them. It is mutual, mostly, for she does everything within her capabilities to keep its members safe and content. Though there are dragons appointed to them, she regularly assists in tasks such as balancing the distribution of food and supplies, monitoring the wildlife populations of the territory, and particularly in studying artifacts and othe valuable objects brought to the clan.

Vanya, when not ruling at the main lair, is often found roaming the territory, maintaining it and reinforcing its border markers or simply wandering. Some of her idle time is spent furthering her knowledge of Lightweaver and Light’s domain, and of the other regions of the world.

Vanyalindë is also the head of Clan Lokenossë’s coliseum team, a small group of the clan’s most skilled warriors that also consists largely of her personal defenders and right-hands, the Queensguard (Q. Turma i Táriva). While they rotate parties, the matriarch is always present.

Art by Amariel

A popular topic of gossip in the clan is the subject of the matriarch’s charge. She has never told another dragon what it is, just that she is certain she has found it. In truth, she herself is not completely sure what her charge is; she has the sense of duty and fulfillment associated with having a charge, but does not know if her charge is her clan, her territory, or both.

Her fellow progenitor, the fae Ilwelintar, is her good friend and one-time mate. They are bonded but are not a pair, and neither is likely to ever breed again.

Safe and warm in Vanya’s den is her favoured familiar, Blue. This headstrong and doughty rabbit has her own private den alongside the matriarch’s. She herself serves as the leader of the clan’s bunny population.

Treasures hide within //
A paradise overgrown //
Pale columns still glisten //
Ground strewn with precious stones

Art by miirshroom

(Vanyalindë’s accent is named Minya Coronar - 'First Solar Year', and was bestowed upon her on 8th April 2016, my first anniversary on Flight Rising.)

- Big art below story -

She awoke alone in some forsaken courtyard of the Sunbeam Ruins, a place where silence and thick air lay as a blanket over all. Every so often she could hear a series of clinks, made by the light-globes strung between the columns as a mild breeze teased their glass spheres into colliding.

She heaved herself to her feet. She was a young guardian, but that was all she knew; no memory of herself, of her origin, of her clan. It was only her, alone, with lanky legs and fins too big for the rest of her body. She knew that she was a guardian, just barely old enough to look after herself, and that the world was called Sornieth, and the Sunbeam Ruins, and all those other things, but not her age, her name, or anything of the sort.

All there was was to move forward. After she sated her hunger and thirst her colours brightened; she was not a light grey creature with grey-blue wings, but the golden hints of her maize body and the brightness of her aqua wings had simply dulled.

How long did I sleep there on those pavers?

Young and spirited and thrust blindly into the world, she roamed. At first she could not fly. The more she ate the more her skin filled in between her bones and the easier it became to beat her wings. Her legs carried her further and further before she had to rest.

With a sack fashioned from a flag she collected baubles that caught her eye. The first dragons she came across were merchants: a snapper, spiral, and ridgeback, all friendly enough, with their wares strapped to the ridgeback's flanks. They gladly bought some of what she'd gathered, and in exchange provided a substantial bag of coin with an offer of sleep and food at their camp.

The food was unlike anything the young guardian had been scraping up from inside the ruins. While she did not know what it was, it filled her stomach easily and did not smell of dust.
That night before she slept, they asked her name. It was the first time she'd thought about having one.

"I do not have one," she answered, "I suppose you could call me Guardian."

She travelled with them for several weeks. They knew their way around, and she learned much from them while aiding their archaeological pursuits. When they stopped in a ragtag settlement at the edge of the Sunbeam Ruins she had grown much stronger and had coin enough to buy her own supplies. She had made her first clumsy flight, and her second, and was confident for short distances in the air. There they parted ways.

Guardian became the name she gave all the dragons she met at that place, and all those after them. She wandered far, and further still as she became more confident on her wings. She visited the other regions of the world, the Flight territories, stronger and larger with every day she continued.
By the time she returned to Light's territory her wings could carry her on the cloud-winds for days without landing.

She spied a forested valley some two-hundred kilometres from the coast, nestled within the uplands and tablelands in view of the Beacon of the Radiant Eye. It had grassy plains, a lake and a river, with cliffs toward the south-west. It seemed to her an ideal place and came to ground in a secluded dell curtained by the forest and scattered ruins, the rocky escarpment forming a wall at its back.

The place was vibrant. The air, sweet and gentle, caused the forest's branches to sigh. Birdsong joined it. A thousand scents of life found her nose and animals went about their business while avoiding her with caution and curiosity.
The redwoods here were immense and old. There were not many of them, and light picked its way down where their canopies allowed the smaller trees to see the sun, but they towered over all else.

The Guardian explored the valley and found a cave at the base of the cliff. It was a mossy little grotto whose entrance she widened to avoid scraping her wings, and which opened into a larger system at the back through a cavity that was mostly collapsed.

Home. It was home.

-*-

Days and weeks and months passed and the Guardian remained. She began to fashion it into her home proper, making the cave her lair.
On a mild and sunny morning she chose a rough-barked tree to scratch off her itchy slough. Though it was big enough, it shook when she rubbed against it.

A purple fae flitted out of the branches and nearly crashed into her snout as if disoriented. He watched her for a time, beating his crests back and forth like a hummingbird's wings.

"O guardian!" he said flatly, a whip of the fins with each syllable to illustrate his excitement, "You've shaken me from my nest, but I am not bothered. In fact I'm curious! Never have I seen a guardian such as yourself, whose hide shines gilt and pearly in the warmth of the sun, and whose wings glitter like the sparkling aquamarine waters of the Tsunami Flats. You are clearly a creature of Lightweaver's domain!"

She rumbled at him as he fluttered about, and watched as he bobbed his tiny head to gawk.

He landed again on the branch closest her head.

"What names you may have, I would like to give you another: Vanyalindë – beautiful and fair, a melody of light and grace!"

-*-

The Guardian and the fae, named Ilwelintar, became good friends in their shared valley. She found that she liked the name he suggested and took it for her own, and it stuck. Their size difference meant that they could go about their own business without much interfering with the other's, and worked together to make the small territory comfortable and suitable.

After some more weeks Ilwelintar came to dwell in Vanyalindë's lair, in a small nook amidst her safe refuge. They formed a bond and gradually expanded their territory. More dragons joined them; the first was Pertiomo, a young imperial of Plague.
They cleared the collapsed passage and expanded their lair deeper into the cave system. It was the ideal place for a growing group of dragons, safe and solid.

Vanyalindë soon realised that she had founded a clan, and entirely accidentally so. She gathered them all to the original dell.

"We have all come together here." she said, "You all look to me. You follow my guidance. We have become kin, all of us; we have become a clan. I declare us Clan Lokenossë, for that is what we are! Forever will this be our home, and I will protect it, and us, as long as blood and breath and light are in my body."

-*-

Vanyalindë and Ilwelintar, though not 'officially' a mated pair, produced a single nest. From it they bore two eggs, both guardians like the matriarch. Their firstborn Inglirniel, heir to the clan, is much like her mother, but greater in size and heft. Their son Inglirnion is long and thin for a guardian, and almost reminiscent in build of his fae father.

Art by me

Art by Nyctea

Art by Anonymous

Art by Stratus

_{Edited 3 July 2016 - added tiny animation

Edited 2 April 2018 (!!) - added little animated trinket bottle (same for Pertiomo).

Last edited 7 April 2018 -- revamped and rewritten bio for 3rd anniversary.}

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