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Thistle

(#12123793)

she/he

Familiar

White Rot Deer

Energy: 44/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.73 m

Wingspan

3.69 m

Weight

716.58 kg

Genetics

White
Bar

Thistle
Seraph

Carmine
Spines

Hatchday

Apr 08, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 13 Mirror

EXP: 20894 / 45676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

This dragon belongs to Stormheart (#140921). If somehow they are found in your lair, please send them back! They are special, and you will get a reward in return.

T H I S T L E
the Matriarch
Founder, head of the Clan, warrior, mate of Feather, mother of Cream, Chance and Kria
isfj + melancholic

"I don't need to be nice. I need to make sure my Clan doesn't get destroyed."

Thistle, one of the two founders of the Clan of the Arcane Storm. She doesn't show her face to the crowds, preferring to get intel from Clanmates on what goes on outside the borders. She's heavily focused on war and protecting her home, making this seemingly pacifistic Clan strong and defensive.

"That's all you caught?"

The two Mirrors looked down at Thistle and her measly catch scornfully. Her legs trembled. It wasn't her fault. Prey was difficult to find these days. The three had gone hungry many times, no matter how much they hunted. But still those red eyes shamed her.
She knew she shouldn't blame herself. But she did. No matter how much she tried, she just didn't live up to their expectations.

"I thought I'd raised you better than this.." her father snarled. "Why do you always do this? You have our blood, Thistle. You should be a Plague dragon. This stupid forest has clouded your mind."
She stared at her feet, thoughts swirling in her head. They were right. If she had hatched in the Plague lands, she would have been born and raised to be just like them.
But she wasn't like them. She didn't want to be like them.

"Answer me, Thistle!"
Her head snapped up and she snarled. "I won't answer to you. Not any more. I'll never be what you want me to be. So I'll go be myself while you scurry back to your precious Plaguebringer. Is that alright with you?"
Her mother froze, shocked. Then she screamed and lashed out, causing her daughter to run. To run far from the home that had taunted her.

Eventually exhaustion creeped up on the young Mirror and she fell to the ground, sobbing and shouting. Her parents were her only link to life, to dragonkind. She was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. I failed them, she thought.
But deep down, Thistle was glad. Glad that she could control her own life, that she was free to do what she pleased.
Free. She liked that word.

Orientation:
Straight/demi
Likes:
Scorpions
weaponry
fighting
sunsets
Dislikes:
Repetition
death
obsession
jewelry
Hoards:
Old armor

Many dragons are intimidated by Thistle from the moment they meet her, and she's proud of this. Thistle is a no-nonsense dragon, focused on her Clan's safety by fending off hostile creatures outside the borders. She doesn't tolerate joking of any kind while on the job, and her harsh stare will silence anyone.

Though Thistle seems unfriendly, she cares deeply for her Clanmates. Family is important to her, even if she doesn't show it. She's never been social like her mate, but still she defends her Clan with her life. Dragons on her side know they can trust her with their life. On the other hand, enemies are terrified by her passion.

Thistle's soft side is more evident when she is alone. The Mirror enjoys long walks, looking out at the ocean. She claims she's scouting for enemies, but everyone knows she prefers the peace and quiet of the forest to the hustle and bustle of Clan life. Too much noise and too many dragons can push her over the edge, making her snap at innocents.

The Matriarch tries to hide her damaged self-esteem by looking tough. She wears chaotic, unmatching armor, but it doesn't frighten dragons any less than a full solidscale set. She refuses to listen to others talking her down, instead rising high, bringing her claws down on those who dare to oppose her. But, at the end of the day, the fragile Mirror's worries all come out. Feather is always there for her to vent to.

Loyalty:
the Arcanist
Mate:
Feather
Children:
Cream
Chance
Kria
Familiar:
Gobi
Friend:
Berrik

Birthplace:
Star Wood Strand
Lair:
the Central

Thistle is my random progen. She was originally named Scale to match Feather.. yep.

Gened with Spines on November 20th, 2015. I forget when I added bar and seraph.

Standard length | Small wingspan | Heavy weight (small wings/strong body)

179 dragons with her colors, 28 unexalted.
Only dragon with her colors and genes.
22 Mirrors with her colors, 6 unexalted.
As of November 15th, 2016.
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The Misfits
the word of Thistle

I wasn't meant to have this life.

My parents meant for me to be born a Plague dragon, but I was laid in the Starfall Isles. They traveled as far as they could, hoping for the Plaguebringer to change my egg. But she didn't, and I hatched a pure Arcane dragon. My parents were disgusted. They thought I would be soft-hearted due to my flight, and pushed me to be as ruthless as I could be. I never lived up to their standards. They constantly talked me down, said I was worthless, a mistake. One day I couldn't take it. So I ran.

Being alone was more difficult than I had expected it to be. In a month I was starving and weak, and nobody gave me a second look. I traveled from village to village in hope of food and shelter, but my faith was fading. It was then that I met Feather- he tried to say hello, but I just turned away. He was around my age, and I knew a dragon that young wouldn't have anything to offer. But he kept pushing, no matter what I did. Eventually I gave up and told him who I was, and that I was alone. I thought he'd grow uninterested after that, but instead he offered me a place to stay outside of his Clan's borders. I accepted without hesitation.
I stayed for months. Feather came every day to bring me food. And he talked. He talked about his home Clan, about his frustrations, about how he felt alone. I understood, and I told him about my life, about my parents.
One day he stormed into the clearing where I lived, tears streaming down his face. He told me his Clan wanted to exalt him, that they wanted to send him out into battle. He ran, just like I did. He didn't know what to do.
"We run away."
He looked up, trembling. "What?" He mumbled.
I had been through this before. I knew what to do. "We put this behind us. We don't belong anywhere right now, so let's find out where we do."

He agreed, and we traveled the Star Wood Strand for years, just the two of us. We stole food and weapons to stay alive as we explored. After a while, we gained a mischievous streak. We destroyed things for no reason and tricked other dragons. It was fun, and we enjoyed each other's company, but eventually we grew tired of our lives. A wanderer's life wasn't meant for us.
As time went on, me and Feather got closer. It's hard to know when exactly we became mates, but it was inevitable. Sometimes we would brush against each other for comfort, move our nests closer together to sleep easier.
We decded to settle down once, have a nest of our own. Stay in one place for a few months. We found a small cave and had a nest together. For the first few weeks the nest was doing well, but nature is a cruel thing. The eggs grew dark and sickly, and we couldn't do anything about it. We watched in dismay as our children died without ever seeing the light.
After that I was miserable. Feather had to convince me to eat and take care of myself. But most of the time I just slept. This went on for months.

One day, Feather had an idea. All of a sudden, he started talking about founding a Clan. I knew he'd always wanted to be a leader, but I was surprised that it had came up then, after so many months. As I started to heal, he kept mentioning it, trying to convince me. And I'll admit, it didn't take long. I'd always enjoyed the thought. So I agreed, and we set off to get the treasure to found our Clan.
It didn't take too long. We wandered the Star Wood Strand for a while longer, gathering up enough members to have a proper Clan. It astonished me, how so many dragons were willing to help us. Sylva, a skilled healer, and Jewel, a dragon who clearly belonged to a wealthy Clan come to mind. They all wanted to carve their place in history, to stand strong together.

Whatever troubles we had been through before, we were free of them now. And we were ready to go.

Gobi
Awakened | She/her

At first glance, Gobi and Thistle don't look that close. All Gobi does is follow the Matriarch around. But the scorpion can be quite frightening, especially if they sense stress.

Feather
mate

Feather and Thistle have been mates for years. They're close as can be, and Thistle can always trust her mate to be their for comfort and support.

Cream
daughter

After the death of her first nest, Cream was like a miracle. Thistle is protective of her daughter, willing to fight to the death to protect her.

Chance
daughter

Feather and Thistle found Chance abandoned as a hatchling. They took her in and nursed her back to health. Thistle is concerned for Chance's health as she travels, as the Nocturne can get lost in thought sometimes.

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