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Teno

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Change on the breeze

Familiar

Glowing Pocket Mouse

Energy: 50/50

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Length

28.17 m

Wingspan

22.67 m

Weight

6525.46 kg

Genetics

Platinum
Skink

Sunshine
Butterfly

Obsidian
Crackle

Hatchday

May 04, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 5 Imperial

EXP: 1588 / 5545

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Biography

T E N O
pron. DAY - no
The Nightmare

1
The monster blew in from the Scarred Wasteland, unannounced and brimming with swagger from the moment his claws broke the water's surface. The letter informing of his arrival came several days after the imperial splashed down in the freshwater sea's southeastern shallow tides, leaving him to forge a story of his innocent nature in the meantime. Incredibly weary of this unwelcome visitor, Jebruzar gave Teno a chance to prove the good nature he claimed to have inside him, bright and shining as if it were the direct product of the Windsinger himself.

All of this, coupled with the promising words of reassurance in the letter from their allied Plague-born clan, earned Teno a permanent spot within their misfit community. The Plague brethren described the wanderer as fearless and intelligent, and all too capable of leading those he inspired. Of course, this description was accurate, but Jebruzar and Illethia both suspected their allied clan had only caught the outside glimpse of him and what he wanted the world to believe.

Suspicious and careful, Illethia kept a watchful eye over him for his first few weeks with the Remnants. She followed and questioned, and followed and questioned some more. The crackled imperial kept up his remarkable facade all throughout, and the dear old grandmother was fooled. She let up, and, instead, returned her focus to her adopted daughter still growing and learning about the world.

Teno's observant, bright green eyes caught the subject of Illethia's care. A stunning, dark and fiery young maiden with the spark in her eyes that spoke volumes of her perseverance. This was no ordinary girl, meek and mild to those she met, no; her tight lips and furrowed brows promised the challenge he never knew he was looking for: a feat of intellect, deception, and the self-control required to keep both his ruse and her curiosity alive. She would be the cherry on top of this massacring of a lair, the finishing touch in his conquest to divide and show dragonkind what it truly means to have influence. This poor, unfortunate clan would have their livelihoods ripped up from their roots and burned, all because of this little girl.

It's funny how fate can work on a whim -- mine.

2
It began so innocently, so friendly and harmless. Hallasan would be in her usual place, poring over dusty tomes and cross-referencing them with the clan's prized scrolls. He would walk into the archives, startled upon seeing her and apologizing for disrupting her peace and quiet.

My gods, I didn't think anyone would be in here. Terribly sorry miss, I must be so much noise.

She would look up with those bright eyes, regarding him carefully. Visitors were very rare, indeed.
It's alright. I'm not doing anything too important.

He, in turn, brazenly strode forward to accompany her. The smell of burning driftwood accompanied his obviously toned features, reminding Hallasan of the campfires she and the other children would play with -- dangerous, Illethia and Feira both made sure they knew, but very fun regardless.

Hm. What's that you've got there, "Biddings of the Red King"? I'd say you're in the middle of some very important material.

I mean, yeah.

Tell me about this text again, it's been a while since I've studied it.

Encounters like this became more and more frequent until, one day, Hallasan asked outright if he'd be joining her that day. As the weeks came and went, he would be more and more preoccupied with the control of the clan's armed forces (more so a joke than anything resembling a force), and promised with such genuinely sounding longing that he would love nothing more than to accompany her when he got the chance. After all, it was very time consuming to be juggling plans of an entire clan takeover. She was cute, but he could not neglect those other aspects.

His problems were solved as he realized, with immense delight, that this young imperial seemed to have latched on to him. Hallasan would join him in the training fields as he coached his battle kin, sitting on the sidelines and giggling as the few soldiers would make terrible, terrible mistakes. The sight of her would encourage them to make fools of themselves no more.

It seemed to be a match made by the gods, as far as her sporadic diary entries could tell him. Her engrossment in his "wisdom" of all topics she loved drew her in to the fantasy she apparently wanted so badly. Widening his perspective to see her own, however, Teno could understand why winning her over was so easy. The girl was orphaned, yes, he knew as much, but what he learned of her from those few entries and from what she briefly mentioned made him grin deep inside.

She was entirely mine for the taking this whole time.

3
Those weeks turned into months and they both watched as seasons turned, Hallasan growing more and more attached. Her childhood friends had all but vanished, or had lost themselves to their newfound roles within the clan -- unreachable. It was plain to see how she craved mending for her relationships, and Teno took every opportunity to convince her he was all she needed.

And she believed him.

There came a time when the wild beasts of the area grew hungry and fearless. Threats of hatchlings being found and carried off in the jaws of both threshers and wandering mammals alike struck the members of the community in their new cavernous home. They felt some comfort within the territory perimeter, but even still, monsters found ways to lurk in the lower levels.

On an evening of a particular scare, Teno gave the command to send out the slayers in search of all sharp-toothed threats, both in the depths of the cave network and outside prowling the grounds. Gathered on the commons level for the news, the community was ushered to stay within their chambers while the possibility of attacks still loomed. Happily, most obliged, and those that didn't set out to join the slayers and quell the threats. Teno, claiming to have an even more pressing matter to attend to, holed himself up in his chamber, what he affectionately dubbed the "war room".

The corridors and caves of Thresher-Eye were calm and eerily silent.

A familiar voice tentatively broke the silence just outside of his curtained entrance.

Teno? Are… are you in there?

My dear. Yes, please, join me Hallasan; I was about to fetch for you anyway.

I just… I don't feel safe by myself, I'm sorry.

You're worried? Here, sit with me. I need your thoughts on all of this while we wait out the storm.

Together that evening, they sat beside one another in the privacy of his chamber no one dared venture into, looking over a map with pins sticking out of it every which way. For outside of his encounters with the fiery maiden, his words were cruel, actions harsh. It seemed to be what was necessary for the role of a commander, however. How else would your battle kin respect and fear you? That line of thought was enough to rationalize his behavior for Hallasan as she nestled ever closer to him, more than content to witness his sharp intellect and predictions in action as he played out an imaginary scene between a few neighboring clans.

Little did anyone know, however, that the storm of beasts on the prowl was nothing more than a handful of particularly aggressive hippogriffs -- not a problem for two able-bodied trainees. The community ate up all of Teno's fabricated stories, believing the "evidence" he presented as real and all too terrifying. They played right along to his hand, leaving him his night alone with Hallasan to seal her loyalty, safe from the prying and watchful grandmother's eyes. Hallasan would be the one to seal her fate, and he just waited patiently for her to make the move.

hey don't look at all this

Merciless, manipulative, and brutally efficient. He claims what he desires without hesitation and will fearlessly do anything in his power to keep what he wants in his grasp. A creative wit and fearsome brutality coupled together to birth this wind-born monster, bending and toppling everything in his path.

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Morrow wrote:

_{I'm really drawn to the various juxtapositions Teno has. The soft pale platinum and sunshine compared to the harsh startling dark crackle. The wounds the accent seemingly gives him with the soft theme of like the flowering branches bring. Just looking at him you can't help but think 'Now this is a dragon with a story'}

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