Windblade
(#16123634)
Level 3 Imperial
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.68 m
Wingspan
23.13 m
Weight
8806.4 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Python
Python
Obsidian
Shimmer
Shimmer
Gold
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Imperial
EXP: 419 / 1401
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Windblade Priestess "A cityspeaker's first priority is service." |
 
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Dragons native to the Molten Scar may tell you stories of a mad priestess, and if they do tell you these stories it will be ones of disdain. They’ll tell you stories of an Imperial female that sang songs of every flight. If you asked her which deity she was completely loyal to, she would change her answer every time you asked. No one could deny that she was beautiful, her voice was too when she preached and sang. Just absolutely insane, that was the only problem about her. This dragon’s name was Windblade. At a certain age, she decided she grew tired of being scolded by her fellow clanmates, telling her she should be loyal to one deity and one deity alone. And eventually they got tired of hearing, “I am, it’s the Arcanist.”, “I am, it’s the Flamecaller.”, “ I am, it’s the Windsinger.”, and so on and so forth. She was eventually run out of her clan, and it was then she started to travel. Her changing loyalties lead to her flying around to every land, she had visited everywhere once or twice. Some places she had visited ten times. It was in the Sunbeam Ruins that she met a Guardian named Chromia. Chromia had approached her asking about her singing, and they chatted for a while. Windblade told her of her travels, and Chromia asked her if she would ever settle down. Windblade admitted to her she had no plans of settling down anytime soon, “When I find the right one.” She admitted, “When I find who I truly want to preach for.” Chromia, at the time, was on her Search, she told Windblade that she would like to join her on her mission, and she agreed. It would be two days later when Chromia would decide Windblade was her charge. A month later, the two dragons would visit the Scarred Wasteland for Windblade’s second time, and Chromia’s first. Windblade stood in the middle of the Abiding Boneyard and said to herself. “She’s the one, this is the place.” Windblade had decided she was eternally loyal to the Plaguebringer. She had ever considered it before, but she felt it more than she ever had any other deity. She and Chromia were eventually recruited by a clan that called themselves “For the Buzzards”, they had no priestess and more lair guards were always a good thing. So now she resides in the Abiding Boneyard, singing the harsh songs of the Plague Flight, and them alone. Sometimes, very rarely, she will be caught singing for other deities, softly, in the dead of night. That is, she used to...until the disaster happened. After being forced out of their home in the Scarred Wasteland, Windblade was heartbroken at losing what she felt was her purpose in life. She helped to regroup the clan after they were scattered, and sang to the nervous and the hatchlings to ease their fears. She would weep for days at losing her status as a priestess of the Plaguebringer, and she felt she had no purpose to even be a priestess anymore. Wind didn't worship their deity like Plague did, and it left her with a hollow feeling. That is until she discovered here, priests and priestesses were not preachers of the deities, but preachers of the wind itself. They sang songs celebrating their flight more than songs praising the Wingsinger. And suddenly, Windblade felt less empty inside. She joined in the singing, and learned the ways of the Wind flight rather quickly. Some of her fellow clan members joked she was really meant to be here, since her name even contained "Wind". While journeying along as she would carry messages from the Windsinger himself, she stumbled upon a ragged group of black dragons. "Who are you," she asked, "are you here to hum the songs of my kin?" The biggest dragon pushed out his chest to seem menacing and slightly larger before he spoke. "No," he replied. "We're here to seek out those willing to abandon their cause, those willing to fight with us, instead." "Instead of the gods? The Windsinger, the Shadowbinder, you don't believe in them?" "We'll believe in them when we see them for our own eyes." "Then, why do you cross paths with me? We are polar opposites, you and your gang." "Because you are a prophet to one of them." Windblade was conflicted. It was like these dragons had planned this all along, to meet her, to ambush her, to leave her so that she would never be able to sing her hymns ever again. "What do you mean?" She sputtered out her words, quickly, taking a small step away from the largest dragon. He grinned, showing all of his sharp teeth to Windblade, and then gazed down at the ground. From beneath his wings came a small tundra, her fur as thick as that of a Gaoler, her claws longer than her ears. She was grey and white, flowers seemingly growing from her pelt. This was the dragon's love, and she had a question to ask to her. The group had traveled all the way from their home near the Fortress of Ends, just to meet someone for this small girl. "Oh! You look like Umbra," she said, smiling warmly as she clawed at her eyes. "You're the person who worships the god of the wind?" Windblade wasn't sure how to react. This dragon was three times smaller than her counterpart, and she wasn't even showing the slightest bit of fear when near him. "I am," she gulped. The little tundra ran over to her and hugged her leg as tightly as she could. "Umbra needs to learn that Sornieth is different than his home. Perhaps, you could teach him. He's not scary at all, I promise," she murmured. She then let go of Windblade, and retreated back to the largest dragon, where he picked her up and placed her in the cradle of his wings. Though it was against her better judgement, she decided she could teach them her ways. |
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