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Tempest

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Empress of The Submerged Willow Empire

Familiar

Zephyr Gem Guardian

Energy: 43/50

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Length

22.35 m

Wingspan

22.22 m

Weight

8167.08 kg

Genetics

White
Crystal

White
Shimmer

White
Smoke

Hatchday

May 17, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

108

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Biography

T E M P E S T

Empress of The Submerged Willow Empire

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POSITIVE:

▸ Moral: For the good of all.

▸ Strong: Her body a fortress, her talons a blade.

▸ Amiable: Her heart open at all.

▸ Powerful: The winds come to her call.

B I O G R A P H Y

Tempest is the Empress of The Submerged Willow Empire and rules alongside her mate, Emperor Akihiko. A powerful warrior and skilled singer, she has lead the clan as long as anyone can remember. Just and kind in her rule, she has kept the peace so her people may prosper. As empress all decisions go to her, but she often holds council meetings so all sides have a chance to be heard. It is also common to see her walking the streets listening to the troubles of her subjects. While kind and just, should her people be in danger, her attacks will be swift and sure. She was one of the few who survived “The Collapse” and as leader, she blames herself for the event. The Imperial has since vowed to never let a tragedy like that happen again as long as she is still able to fight.

Tempest herself is a strange dragon, being both larger than most Imperials she meets and obviously magically gifted. It is said her voice can cause the wind around her to shift in violent and strange ways. The few that have survived the brunt of her power rarely dare to challenge her again. Despite all of her strength, she is a very friendly and social dragon. She has a great love for others and can be quite emotional despite her position. Even though she knows she must make sacrifices for the good of all, she mourns for those lost to keep her empire whole. A crown may sit on her head now, but it hasn’t always been this way.

In her younger years, she was a minstrel who sang only for the wealthiest of dragon-kind. Her skill was known throughout Sornieth and many still speak of her to this day. While she had many friends, it was not until she came to the elder tree that she truly felt whole. During that peaceful time she found an abandoned hatchling named Penelope. The little coatl was very skinny and Tempest took her in as her own daughter. The two have been inseparable ever since. As well as Penelope, she meet her mate Akihiko.

Time and tide have been kind to the clan and she prays it will stay that way.

"Daughter of the Roaring Winds"

DAUGHTER

SON

NEGATIVE:

▸ Stubborn: Her will, iron.

▸ Overprotective: No harm shall come.

▸ Emotional: Heart on her sleeve.

▸ Powerful: The winds come to her call.

_ RAIN SONG_

____The soft sounds of rain filled the still grassland, muting the normally vibrant and busy steppes. Much to her surprise, Tempest couldn't see a single dragon as she walked through the high grass. She hummed to herself, enjoying the quiet and solitude as she walked further from the willow. Being the clans leader gave her very few moments to herself, so she always made sure to cherish them. The months had passed her by so quickly, the Imperial was unsure of the last time she was able to take a walk on a day like his. Losing track of time, she wondered what this day would bring.

Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts by something bumping into her leg. Looking down, the dragon saw a tiny pink hatchling rubbing their head vigorously. The poor little Coatl was soaked and horribly thin. It was clear the hatching had been abandoned. A mix of sorrow and anger hit her as she examined the little dragon. Craning her head down, attempting to sound friendly she cooed , “Hello little one, are you lost?”

The Coatl did not answer, instead choose to look down toward her dirty talons. After getting a good look at the dragon, Tempest saw the hatchling was in fact blind. Something in her woke up in that moment and she knew what she had to do. She would take this Coatl home and raise her as her own. Murmuring, almost to herself she said, “Oh poor thing” pausing she added, “Do you have a name?”

This time she got an answer, a gentle but firm, “No.”

“I see. Penelope, let's go home.”

Picking up the Coatl, she put the little dragon onto her head and turned back toward the willow. She barely heard a quiet, “Penelope… I like it. Thank you, Momma.”

_WHISPERS_

____Her body was covered in gashes as she drug herself from under the collapsing tree. She had just barely made it out before the entrance tunnel caved in on top of her. Looking back, she called out for her daughter Harumi, but only saw a mound of dark earth behind her instead. Dragging in a shaky breath, the Imperial tried to hold in a pained wail. Standing on shaky legs, she whipped forward to see fearful eyes all looking to her. Her mind rushing ,she glazed over the dragons, counting who was still there. So many where missing, even more where injured.

Suddenly, a dark laugh rung in her ears as Prism stood atop a hill overlooking the lair. The crooked dragon smiled, looking over the scattered and wounded dragons. Tempest’s sorrow quickly turned to white hot anger. Pushing her wounded body forward, she roared at the dragon, tears burning her eyes. Yet as she was about to charge, Akihiko stood in her way his face unreadable. He puffed himself up, blocking her path of the murderess and hissed in low tone, “Enough.”

Her blood boiled in her veins. How could he say such a thing? She growled, “She killed them Akihiko! All of them, even our Harumi!”

The wind whipped around them both as anger burned in her core. Yet, he did not back down when most would. Still keeping a clam tone he whispered, “I know love, but she’ll kill you too. This clan still needs you” pausing to take a deep breath he continued, “ Look at them Tempest they need you more than ever.”

Taking his advice, she looked to her clan again. She saw a cluster of dragons huddled together terror and worry dulling their scales. Eyes of various hues looked at her: some full of terror, others full of tears. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She looked to her mate, tears slipping down her muzzle freely. The other dragon wiped a few of them away, a quiet strength burning in his eyes. He was right and both of them knew it.

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