Yonah
(#17857658)
Level 25 Imperial
Familiar
Rosa Cerdae
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
25 m
Wingspan
20.65 m
Weight
5933.03 kg
Genetics
Coal
Vipera
Vipera
Coal
Peregrine
Peregrine
Black
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
127
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
57
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Biography
The water is rising up on me.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.
The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me
in the water.
Thought the sun would come deliver me,
but the truth has come to punish me instead.
The ground is breaking down right under me.
Cleanse and purge me
in the water.
Yonah is a dark, mysterious dragon. Deeply saddened by her past, she wanders from region to region trying to avoid other dragons knowing she will only bring them harm. Her sadness leaves her depressed and prone to sickness. She travels with a small velvet floracat that she found wandering in the region of the Shadow Flight.
Ripped from her nest as a shining yellow light egg, barely incubated, she has little knowledge of her parents or any siblings she may have had, but she believes they belonged to a clan living somewhere in the Mirrorlight Promenade. She was stolen under the cover of night only to be dropped in the shallow waters of a lake not far from the tide pools of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Lucky for the warmth of the tropical waters, she hatched alone. From the moment she pulled her small body out of the water and into the warmth of the sun, she has been lonely. She wandered teaching herself how to hunt and protect herself from the Beastclan creatures with their hate of dragons. Yonah is often curious about what may in her past have caused her to be the way she is. Despite being a imperial, known for the ability to fly great distances, she cannot stay in the air for long, yet she has a passion for water loving to swim even though she has no attachment to the Water Flight
When she was just a young adult dragon, Yonah came upon a wildclaw in the Everbloom Gardens of the Viridian Labyrinth his green eyes were playful as he introduced himself, and despite Yonah’s trust issues, the two young dragons became friends. They were inseparable. For the first time in her life, Yonah was not lonely and she could not help but be excited. Her joy was cut short however when one day she returned from a swim only to find the poor wildclaw tangled up in the snares of a centaur hunting troupe. She was too late. They had already taken down her friend, the light gone from his green eyes. Since then, she has only made friends reluctantly since there is an uncanny relationship between her and the misfortune of her friends.
Her only friend that has not fallen prey to the misfortune that Yonah carries with her is a dark spiral egg eater with circuit patterns of crimson scales and eyes to match. He never speaks much and she knows little but his name. Oddly named LXXVII, he is a still creature. He constantly watches Yonah as she travels, yet Yonah rarely sees or notices him following her. Despite the strange companionship he brings, Yonah is wary of LXXVII because as far as she can tell he is only a figment of her imagination.
stories and bio written by roxy265
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Under the cover of night, a harpy messenger flies between Beastclans, but a scrap of paper does not dangle from his claws. Gripped tightly in his talons is a dragon egg. Stolen from a clan in the Midnight Promenade, the egg shines, washing the harpy’s obsidian feathers and his intricately carved mask in yellow light. The harpy’s goal is to deliver the egg to a Longneck clan just outside The Hewn City where the hatchling will be raised to fear others of its kind, trained to fight and kill them as a Beastclan war machine.
As the harpy flies along the coast of the Sea of a Thousand Currents, a roar sounds in the distance and the heavy body of a female imperial slams into him. She cannot maneuver well, but she has managed to grab the harpy in her claws. The she-dragon and her foe tumble towards the shore, and the egg flies, released from the harpy’s claws, toward the sea. The screams of the harpy can be heard as the imperial tears into him. A loud thud indicates the end of their deadly drop. The imperial gets up, but the harpy does not, she takes his war mask as a bitter keepsake, crushing the face of the harpy underneath her heavy foot. Her battle is not entirely won however. The egg is lost, out of sight under the waters of one of the lake-sized tide pools of the Tsunami Flats. Despite searching for days, the imperial and her mate never find the egg and are forced to return home to a clutch one life smaller.
A week after the battle and her kidnapping, a young imperial emerges from the shining egg. She struggles to get out of the water, weighed down by her leathery wings, but just as it seems she will perish beneath the waves, she is able to grab hold of the sandy floor beneath her and pull herself onto the shore. The hatchling squawks, trying to call out to her mother unaware that she is an orphan. She follows the path of the shoreline for hours, calling desperately for food and shelter unaware of the unwanted attention of Maren clans she is attracting. When night falls, the hatchling is tucked under the low shrubbery of the Highland Scrub as lightning cracks overhead. She has walked from the edge of one region to another on her first day, and now her stomach is beginning to pain her.
The next morning the hatchling scrambles out of the bushes and takes off away from the region full of the music of thunderstorms. She soon finds herself back on the shore of the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and remembering the water, wades carefully into the shallows where fish dart about. The tiny imperial splashes about in the shallows before learning how to use her wings, spread wide, to help her float, or tucked in, to dive. It is not long before she is catching the small fish darting around her. With her stomach satisfied, she swims almost joyfully. Little does she know that she was not born of the water, just in it.
As the imperial grows, vipera patterns begin to appear, tracing her body in spots and arches, and her wings develop the variegated spots and stripes of peregrines. A light smoky pattern traces her body. She learns the ways of other dragons through the clans she meets as she travels, but she does not stay with them. For the most part the dragons are kind, but they do not trust her, a stranger carrying a heavy sadness in her yellow eyes and a deep sickness in her heart. The clans’ knowledge proves invaluable to her however. The other dragons teach her their language, how to fight, and how to quell the coughs that rattle her chest on her worst days. A clan in the Viridian Labyrinth names her Yonah. One old, purple-eyed fae in the region of the Shadow Flight teaches her about the companionship of animals, and she uses his knowledge to befriend a floracat not far from his nest of tree sap.
Yonah encounters her first battle when she is swimming in the deep centers of the tide pools. She always returns to the water no matter where she is. Nothing calms her more than swimming. When the water passes over her wings and dances in her dark mane, she feels less empty than she does on the shore. It quickly becomes her favorite pastime. It is during a particularly dark moment in her life when she is swimming, only to be attacked by a female maren. She lashes out at Yonah with a muscular spiked tail covered in Sapphire scales. The maren is not however prepared for the imperials’ deft maneuvering in the water. Yonah is able to quickly cut off the maren’s escape route. The creature’s piercing scream rings out through the water. Despite a vigorous offensive, Yonah is left with broken ribs and pulled muscles when the battle is done. When she next encounters a clan, she trades a haul of fish for a long cleaver to defend herself with.
As Yonah grows, she becomes a large and formidable imperial, a ferocious sight, yet her mind wanders to questions she cannot answer, and overtime, she has become the shell of a dragon. She survives, but she does not live. On the second anniversary of her hatching, Yonah begins to see a strange spiral dragon in her dreams and sometimes with her on her journeys. He is real, she thinks. She can touch him, though he recoils and bites when she tries, and he speaks though little. His name is LXXVII, an egg eater, he is always around, but he only appears to Yonah when he chooses.
When she is a young adult dragon, Yonah meets a wildclaw in the Everbloom Gardens. His green eyes do not distrust her the way other dragons do, and he is playful when they speak. Fast friends, the two young dragons spend many months together traveling. The wildclaw does not share Yonah’s love of swimming, but he enjoys watching her as she moves gracefully through the water. Yonah lives without her sadness for those months, and she is sick less often. She is no longer lonely. Even the strange, haunting, LXXVII does not follow her for a time.
One day she returns from a swim. Her wildclaw did not join her this time, opting to forage for a special treat for them to share. When she reaches the clearing where she left him, she finds him ensnared by the vicious warriors of a centaur hunting troupe. She has arrived long after his last breath and his empty green eyes stare empty up at the imperial’s face as sadness once again takes up the seat in her yellow eyes. She does not remember slaying the hunting troupe, only washing their blood from her cleaver. A sweet female coatl that showed Yonah the love of flowers followed after the wildclaw, drowned by a maren male as she swam with the imperial, and not long after her a loud snapper male who told Yonah the jokes of every region even the dark ones of the Plaguebringer’s children, killed by a falling tree chopped down by longnecks.
Since then, Yonah does not make friends. Her childhood over after the loss of the only three dragons who saw through her darkness, she believes she carries some kind of curse with her. Even her bouncy little floracat steers clear on the days when her cough leaves her resting for long hours. LXXVII returned with the death of the snapper. He speaks occasionally of misfortune and the darkness within Yonah, but his riddles seem to be only reinforcements of her own dark thoughts, and she believes he is less dragon than delusion.
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An aberration, that’s all LXXVII could be described as. He was a departure from normal, an unwelcome presence in Yonah’s every waking thought. He knew too much but spoke too little. Smiled often but did little to produce joy in the tired imperial he followed ceaselessly. Yonah could hardly bear to look at the crimson eyes always grinning devilishly in his skull.
One evening, the wicked spiral zipped around Yonah as she searched for shelter in the desolation of the Scarred Wasteland. She had mistakenly wandered too far out of the Shadow Flight’s territory. She had begun to avoid the rotten waste where the Plaguebringer and her diseased children lived ever since she discovered that the region strengthened the devilish spiral. In the Wasteland, he even spoke above a whisper.
Lonely dragon lost, nearly dead. One day someone may do you the justice of putting that cleaver through your head.
He danced about, and for a moment in the dimming light it appeared as though his teeth were dripping blood, but he licked his lips and the rusty stains disappeared. Yonah did not know how to banish the spiral from her side. She could not summon him let alone get rid of him. He was a free spirit, or demon, or whatever he was. Yonah was never sure. She was only sure that he only made her feel worse.
I am your only friend. The rest were lost. Doomed by your curse to meet unfortunate ends.
“You are not my friend!” Yonah screamed running from the serpentine dragon, but she could not escape him. Just when she thought she had lost him, he would appear in front of her still grinning and speaking in his dark rhymes.
It was not long before Yonah had run so far deep into the Wasteland that she reached the Wyrmwound. The deep vat of disease roared and bubbled as Yonah looked down into it. She had never seen the crater before even from afar, but she knew all the stories of dragons dying just from living too close to its monstrous, toothed expanse. Pain began to grow in her chest. She clutched at her dark scales as her breath grew more strained. Sure that it was some disease claiming her life, she turned to find that LXXVII had disappeared leaving her alone except from the company of her floracat who stood rigid, away from the Wyrmwound, sensing the danger it brought.
Yonah coughed and little drops of blood landed on the ground before her. Her yellows eyes wide with panic, she struggled to breathe as she ran away from the vat of disease and death. She collapsed near the skeleton of an unlucky snapper, shaking with each cough, when LXXVII reappeared.
He was perched on the snapper’s skull. His grin had left his narrow face, but a sly smirk had taken up residence there in a similar fashion. The spiral watched, unblinking, as Yonah squirmed trying to pull more oxygen into her closing airways. She could hardly bear the burning that grew in her lungs.
“Help. Me.” She pushed out each word with a wheeze.
I have done you a favor, a disease, perhaps death, to cure you dismal behavior.
Strange shadows pulled themselves off of the skeletons and rocks littering the empty wasteland around them. Their mouths gaped with lolling tongues and crooked fangs as long as the prongs on Yonah’s coal antlers. Circling her, they drooled at the sight of their next meal. Being demons, they wanted to eat her, soul first, body last.
Friends for the lonely dragon, I have found them for you. Though they do not wish to play with you alive.
“That didn’t rhyme,” she screamed. “They’re not really there. Neither are you. This is the Plaguebringer claiming my life. Even you, my own private delusion, are losing your most defining traits in my final moments!”
The ash-colored spiral hissed, taken aback by Yonah’s accusations. He lashed his whip tail angrily, and the shadows vanished along with the pain in the imperial’s chest. She continued to shake with her usual cough still rattling in her chest. LXXVII did not grin or smirk or even whisper his riddles. He strolled up to Yonah and curled his long winding body around her own squeezing threateningly. He brought his head up alongside the left side of her face and breathed his whispery voice into her ear.
Friends we are not you say. This I will remember, and you will pay.
Before Yonah could reply, the spiral released her and spun around to grab the snapper skull, smashing her in the head with it. As her vision failed her, she felt the spiral grab her, his claws digging into her scales. The landscape of the Plague Flight’s home grew small beneath them as LXXVII carried her off into the night.
When she awoke, the dappled shadows of light streaming through trees greeted her. Her floracat bounded out of a bush carrying a roan mouse. LXXVII was nowhere to be found, but there were deep scratches in her sides where he had carried her and bruised an abrasions about her face from the impact with the snapper skull. She knew the spiral would be returning as he always did, but his presence would only be darker with the developments of the night before.
“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”
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