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Ravenet

(#14773686)

Level 25 Guardian

Familiar

Corrosive Depin

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

13.11 m

Wingspan

14.97 m

Weight

8133.18 kg

Genetics

Black
Cherub

Black
Eye Spots

Black
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jul 08, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

119

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

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Offspring

Biography

“The human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour and each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘you are still alive.’ You are still alive. Act like it.”

RAVENET, the trainer

There is no dragon that knows the Mire better than Ravenet. Strong, dutiful, brilliant, and cunning, Ravenet is tasked with training hopeful recruits and preparing them before they are sent to conduct their service to the resident Arcanist.

To the uninitiated, Ravenet can be stern and too tough on the new recruits. Her occasionally-coarse demeanour can put some dragons off faster than one can find a wartoad in the Mire. However, the dragons under her tutelage always take to her like fish to water.

Even her recruits can see how much pride she takes in every movement she makes. Nothing is left to waste, even though there is a softer side to this guardian, one that can only be seen in the murky lands of the swampy mire. She is purpose embodied in one dragon, determined and wholeheartedly true; armed with her skills and knowledge that everything has its purpose, there is no doubt that she is a faithful warrior sworn only to the ways of the Arcane.

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The Mire was a dangerous place to be if you were unprepared, unfamiliar with the lay of the land, and still too inexperienced to take down four dangerous adversaries on your own.

And she knew that all too well.

There was only a pair of week-old dragons, fumbling nervously in the undergrowth. Their footfalls no longer echoed through the damp mulch underfoot, but were still loud enough to be heard from a distance away. Now they were visible through the bushes, a tundra and a mirror, neither daring to talk or find their way out of the dense undergrowth. They were terrified.

By now it was second nature to move with care, so not even single leaf would rustle. Neither dragon would know what hit them. The sun had gone behind a thick shroud of mist, and the incessant twitching of shadows and shifting outlines of swaying brushes created the perfect cover to advance.

Closer, and closer still. From here the tundra’s pupils had shrunk with panic, and the mirror’s fins were raised in unconscious fear.

It was time for the game to end. She let the tension in her body loosen, all at once, muscles coiling and then releasing in a surge of motion, powerful and immense, a guardian rushing from the undergrowth, eyes gleaming claws bared jaws parted to make the killing blow as screams rang out through the swamp —

“Gotcha!” Ravenet bellowed, as she pinned the two petrified dragons firmly but gently to the ground. Their initial terror faded away to relief, and then to an expression that so reminded Ravenet of a ridgeback that’d just been delicately soaked in water (not that she’d know, of course not, she just had a particularly fertile imagination).

She collapsed on her side laughing as the two dragons scrambled to their feet to regain some of their lost dignity. It was just too difficult to give up. She so loved breaking the monotony of training in the mire with harmless little pranks like these. Besides, such experiences would only give them nerves of steel, and wasn’t that immensely helpful when they were hoping to be recruited to help the Arcanist in his endeavours?

“Oh, lighten up, poofybutts,” she huffed, wiping the last tears from her eyes with the back of a scaly talon. “It’s just a bit of harmless fun.”

They couldn’t deny that she was a good teacher, though. She was the most experienced in the clan, the fastest and most confident when it came to navigating the shadowy, swampy lands of the mire. She was in the peak of her prime, fighting fit and ready to lay down her life for her clan, or even one of the new recruits, if it meant that they could have a chance to survive.

As the afternoon crept by, the fog thinned out and the Mire turned into one of her favorite places to be. It wasn’t as awe-inspiring as the observatory built on suspended magenta rocks, but it had its charm. It was a place that bowed to no dragon and yet treated strength with respect; and Ravenet was mindful to never let down her guard lest she lose something far greater in the Mire than the lives of her two trainees.

Under her strict but merciful training, her two trainees had become adept warriors, fearless enough to stare down most of the monsters of the swamp (almost fearless, she thought to herself) and knew how to walk without a sound, to keep to the shadows, to press forward with no hesitation just as a brave warrior would.

It always surprised her how attached she got to her trainees. Maybe she saw a bit of herself in them, too — filled with the zest for something more, to prove their worth in a clash of tooth and claw. Maybe it was the occupational hazard that came with being a dragon’s mentor. Either way, as she accompanied those dragons back to the lair with pride (and maybe a little bit of affection) she always loathed saying goodbye.

So many dragons came and go, faster than she could ever imagine. Her lair was always such a busy place, but she could remember every dragon, how they looked like, and each of their names.

“Maybe one day I’ll see you out there on the battlefield. Make sure you come say hello,” she would always say, before stepping back and waving goodbye. “See you two around, numbskulls.”

Then she would watch them go, staring until she could see them no more, before turning back to take the next pair of recruits with her into the Mire.

Hey, someone had to do it, and it might as well be her.

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