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Skrantsi

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he/him

Familiar

Snow Streak

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.61 m

Wingspan

1.44 m

Weight

1.68 kg

Genetics

Rust
Vipera

Stone
Stripes

Blood
Okapi

Hatchday

May 29, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 25 Fae

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

"In the deepest dark,
light your own flame."

Hatched from a shell fractured and broken
Protected by the branches oaken.
He cares for Streaks,
Yet rarely speaks -
He much prefers those songs unspoken.
-by Emberglo (37264)

Pre Eye Alteration

STREAK CARETAKER
• Hardworking • Encouraging • Assertive •

• notable relations •

Streak's name: Aleo

Origin:

The dragon's nest sat abandoned, its sad tale hinted at with nothing more than remnants of broken eggshells and the drying traces of blood and yolk. Bloodstone found the carnage during a solo hunt, just in time to see the ancient blooming strangler she'd been tracking slither into the nearby bushes. The area reeked with the serpent's odor, its shed leaves joining the rest of the litter on the ground, and it didn't take much guessing to figure the fate of the eggs.

Bloodstone fired after the retreating strangler. Engorged on its feast, it stood no chance of outpacing her and met its swift end at her claws. A telling lump still remained in the dead snake's throat so Bloodstone tore it out. The shell, riddled with spiderweb cracks, promised little hope of hatching, but still Bloodstone forgot her hunt and bundled the fractured egg back to The Song Bird.

Scochi was the only one she told, and only out of necessity. The pearlcatcher agreed not to breathe a word to anyone and carefully helped Bloodstone repair the foundling's shell with the nacre usually reserved for recording memories.

Neither dragon offered any explanation when Bloodstone took her place in the nesting quarters, and she gave no notice to the rumors that rose in whispers among her clanmates. Let them speculate, let them guess. None of it mattered.

Meeting the Clan:

The collective bemusement among the crew only increased when Bloodstone reemerged weeks later with a newly hatched Fae cradled gently in her arms. The clan watched with wary fascination as the hardened fighter transformed into a protective mother, cooing and fussing over her unexplained offspring.

Life and Relations in the Clan:

Skrantsi grew into a much gentler soul than his mother, quiet yet eager to make friends wherever there were friends to be made. A weak dragon, his patchy, discolored scales were always softer than they should be so the thorough wraps and coverings he wore were less a fashion statement and more a necessity for his own protection. Whether this was a genetic defect or some side effect of his egg being crushed would be a mystery never solved.

His behavior closer to that of a spiral, the normally expressive frills of a Fae went largely unused in his body language. His friend, Borderline, teased the benefit of having such a long neck and tail or he would never be able to coil around the beams and masts of the ship, or tie knots with the best of them.

He worked with Borderline in caring for the on-board flock of streaks, cleaning their roost and providing them with fresh food and water each day. Rarely seen without his own snow streak by his side, he loved to watch the graceful birds in flight.

Aside from Borderline, his best friend in the clan was the silent spiral, Nameless. The first dragon to ever really take notice of the standoffish dragon, he spent countless hours tailing him as a fledgling. When he asked his mother why Nameless didn't speak and she answered that, "He just doesn't," he promptly decided there had to be another way to communicate.

Not long after, with some creative use of bits of colored string, the two friends developed a sort of rudimentary sign language which they continued to expand on for the rest of their lives.

Plague Days:

Hatched during the ship's second year in the Wasteland, Skrantsi had nothing to miss. He heard his elders' yarns of the Plateau, but with nothing to compare them to they remained nothing more than mystifying fairy tales. He shared none of the longing to return. Disease, survival, and even death, were simply facts of life for the young Fae. His calm acceptance when his clan mates and friends died unsettled some of the crew, but he was not as hardened by the losses as they feared. Rather, he adopted the belief that the nigh guaranteed shortness of life only warranted more warmth and kindness.

The Cloudsong:

How embarrassing for a dragon to become airsick. How could no one warn him that the airship's long anticipated flight would be so turbulent? Flying past the Twisting Crescendo was a special kind of hell and poor Skrantsi spent entirely too much time clinging to the railing and trying to keep his lunch.

After the ship finally docked in The Cloudsong, the nausea subsided only a little. It took him much longer than the rest to adjust to the constant tilt and sway of the airborne landscape. Some glorious refuge! His clan mates may have oversold the place, ever so slightly.

It was only once his innards at last accepted their new fate that he was able to appreciate the new home fully.

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Kimer glanced the cloaked Fae over. His customer's face was hard to see inside his hood, but it didn't really matter, because who could understand an unfamiliar Fae's expressions anyway? But Kimer could see a few scars here and there, and that combined with the way the Fae carried himself made Kimer feel certain that this dragon was a fighter.

It wasn't much to work with, but it was better than nothing. He rearranged the Flight-marked tiles one at a time, slowly, buying himself an extra minute or two for thinking up what he would say.

"If you want to grow stronger, you'll need to seek out a challenge," he said carefully with a claw tap next to the first cluster of stones. "What you can easily reach from your home is no longer hard enough for you to sharpen your claws on. Or your mind, as the case may be."

He moved his attention to the second group. "When you're prepared to venture out, rather than seeking a specific thing- treasure, or a teacher, or anything definite- you'll want to look for whatever is the most well guarded. When you find a place where the clans in the area tell you there's something they cannot pass, be it a barrier, or a fortress, or an impassible monster's territory- that's when you've found your challenge."

The last cluster of stones made Kimer want to cringe slightly- for the customer's sake he actually hoped he was nowhere near the truth on this one. "You will be in danger, that is most certain. Do not take this journey lightly, if you choose to go at all, because your safety is not guaranteed. But if you do choose to seek greater strength? When the time comes?" He smiled faintly. "Be ready to cheat. Remember everything you have learned, every skill and spell, and be ready to use all of it. You will not find a fair fight, and it will not be a time for mercy."
- Kimer's Fantastic Fortunes

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