Araelanth
(#14305931)
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Sunbeam Soldier
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.18 m
Wingspan
6.72 m
Weight
361.49 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Ripple
Ripple
Carmine
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 3465 / 16009
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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ARAELANTH {ar'∙eeh∙lanth} Treasurer | Studious | Illustrious | Organized —————————- Araelanth is no stranger to wealth and the restraint required to handle it properly, having come from a rather well-bred bloodline that had many unfortunate incidents with treasure in his adolescence. He matured rapidly, and quickly grew tired of his family's struggles with money. Being of a rather imperious attitude in his youth, he decided that he would rid himself of said struggles and make his own, far more organized way in the world. So set off on his own he did, deeper into the heart of the Sunbeam Ruins, where he delved into studies of genealogies and economics. He quickly made a name for himself as a remarkable money handler, and was soon making a tidy income by helping clans with their financial troubles. He also rose in the ranks of fellow scholars, having quite the knack and wit for intelligent conversation and research. He was even able to take up residence in what would normally be rooms reserved for a more "noble" line, through much clever social navigation and a tiny bit of bribing. Life was good for the young pearlcatcher. He stayed within the more populous areas, becoming so renowned that clients began to call on him rather than his having to scavenge out dragons in need of financial assistance or revelation about their family history. His mind began to be clouded by pride, however, and soon enough he was beginning to be more commonly known for his nearly unbearable self-inflating attitude. It came to such a bothersome point that he was driven out of the central area by several less-tolerant clients, and was forced to live on the outskirts of the Ruins, nursing his wounded pride. While his reputation as an expert still remained intact, he was more than modestly embarrassed by the whole situation, and was quite in a huff that he should be shamed in such a way. One day, he had wandered further out into the countryside, having no appointments for the day. Business had been waning a bit; less clans were needing assistance, seeing as how he'd helped a vast lot of them in the area already. He found himself feeling oddly empty and small out under the bright sky, and was turning back towards the safety of home when an elegant imperial came over the hill before him. Araelanth stopped in surprise, a little disconcerted at the way she had simply appeared, as if straight out of the daylight. It wasn't completely unheard of for advanced magic wielders to do such a thing, but he certainly hadn't seen it for himself. They stood silently for a few heartbeats, then he composed himself and asked if he could help her with anything. In response, she produced what seemed to be a brilliant golden scale from her pack, saying that she needed him to hold onto it before anything else could be said. Needless to say, he was mildly uncomfortable, but his curiosity was oddly piqued, and she didn't seem to have any sort of malicious intent. When he took the scale, he was shocked to see a grand, shining figure where the imperial had just been standing. Be wary of yourself, small one. You have wit, but you are too absorbed in the workings of the world towards yourself. Do not open the door for other evils to come in. There was a blinding flash of light, and Araelanth recoiled sharply, tripping over his pearl and tumbling backwards down the gentle slope. When his eyes finally stopped blazing with afterimages, he stood shakily, awed at what had just occurred. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd just been chastised by the Lightweaver herself, or at least some messenger of hers. He shook his head to clear it, then stopped in surprise when he saw golden markings emblazoned on his wings and hide. An excited voice rang out from the crest of the hill, and he looked up sharply, expecting to see the same apparition. Instead, there was a pale wildclaw, a large tome with a Light sigil etched into it slung over her shoulder on a thick strap. She charged down the slope to him, eyes alight with energy and awe. "I can't believe that just happened! What did she say? Never mind that, actually, it's probably private... But you've got to come with me! Are you okay? What did it feel like? Do the markings feel strange?" Her words flooded out too quickly for him to answer as she waved her front paws around in excitement. She gestured eagerly for him to follow her, and he did so in a daze, trying to answer her when he could. Eventually they ended up beneath a grand pair of white cedars, and all at once his vision grew fuzzy. When he woke, he found himself drenched in the pungent scent of herbs. The next few days proved to be a haze for him, and his memory was patchy, but he felt an irrepressible calling to stay with this clan of dragons who had taken him in and cared for him. Even Nalani, the insistently curious (and Lightweaver-devoted) head scholar was caring and hospitable enough to set aside her questions and instead aid the healers in their doctoring of him in the absence of any physical ailments. Araelanth couldn't shake the feeling that this was where he was intended to stay, and so he offered his prized talents of treasury to the charming young imperial and the bright spiral that were the leaders of the clan. They accepted without hesitation, and he felt as if Hennamae knew exactly what it was that had happened to him. She too seemed a bit... removed, as if she'd had some sort of experience with the supernatural herself. Araelanth felt like he could trust her instantly, and once she'd accepted his offer to be the Singing Hollow's treasurer, he divulged all he could to her in the privacy of the Healers' den. She didn't give him all of her story, but she did tell him that she'd also experienced the Lightweaver firsthand, and from there they quickly formed a strong relationship. {Read our story: Previous -- Next}
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