Mathas
(#17871069)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
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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
5.1 m
Wingspan
5.22 m
Weight
610.69 kg
Genetics
Maize
Iridescent
Iridescent
Maize
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
MATHAS
The keeper of Kaldor
Living Statue | Keeper of the relics
Living Statue | Keeper of the relics
QUOTE
''With fear my heart is riven, fear of what shall be told.''
TRAITS
Erratic Stoic Stern Outspoken
LIKES
Riddles Peace and quiet Being alone and undisruppted Watching and observing living creatures
DISLIKES
Carelessness and Stupidity Those who disrespect the past Birds.
POSSESIONS
He hoards nothing of value to his stone heart.
bio by @Lumien
art by @Perlisz
art by @Perlisz
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''In death I found my life.''
Legends are what make up the old world. They are memories of times long forgotten by the living. They bound to change as their stories are told yet their core remains the same. They say that each legend carries the speck of truth and that there's no story without a lie. They are not wrong, but sometimes it takes a keen eye and open mind to truly understand the tale that's told. Sometimes we have to see the past in order to understand the present times. And believe me you're going to need way more than that attitude to understand what you're bound to see among the ancient ruins of Kal'dorei. Not only it is the place of many mysteries, long lost library of rune scrolls and magic artifacts, but also a memorial burial of those who once protected this place. Place bounded and destroyed by magic way more powerful hat what we known, place guarded by something that is the sole remain of said unknown magic. See, those cracked walls and half collapsed halls tell the story and hold the answer as to who is the creature known to us today as The Keeper of Kaldor. Kal'dorei, one of many temples that rise above the ground reaching for the sun with it's highest towers. The temple as any other that dragons roaming lands now known as a Sunbeam Ruins would encounter. Yet it's purpose was different to the others. Build on the cliff side, away from the others, seemed forgotten and secluded. But not without a reason. The temple of Kal'dorei was more than the place of worship, it was also a library. It contained many of the old manuscripts, rune scrolls and artifacts, but among them all it hoarded the treasure more valuable than them all. Rune stone, the size of a Spirals fist lied on the spiral pedestal in the central chamber, deep inside the temple. Surrounded by the shallow pond who's bottom glitters from all the coins dragons threw in - a good luck charm they said. The rune-stone was told to be embedded with magic that even Lightweaver couldn't fully understand. Rumors said that it could brighten up a soul of an creature and give what was once taken away. Rumors are deceiving yet powerful medium, as they reach wrong ears they can turn ones mind into obsession. But they can also give birth to a legend. The legends of Ancano and Faralda's cursed children tell the sad story of a night massacre that marked the fall of the Kal'dorei. The temple was inhabited by those who called themselves the keepers of Kaldor. Native to the Lightweavers lands, those light scaled Pearlcatchers with shimmering wings were the ones who were entrusted with keeping library's records and guard the temples relics. For centuries the lineage honored the tradition of accepting those send by Lightweaver and those who seeks refuge within the temple's walls. Each generation without fail raised and trained a High Priestess who than took a role of a leader alongside her most faithful Guard who eventually would become her Prime Consort. Ancano and Faralda were one of many of their kind, for long decades they served the deity by keeping temples archives and secrets safe. Ancano was a wise and proud Rune Guard while his beloved mate - Faralda a calm and charming high priestess. They lived long life among their many children and other sun touched dragons who came to serve the deity as scribes and magic keepers. As Faralda's shine brighten up the temple's halls she failed to notice the shadow lurking at her side. It was a dark night, the darkest Faralda have ever seen. Not a single star showed up on the sky, not even the everlasting moon dared to witness the upcoming events. The air was heavy and the land was silent. They came silently, sneaking in without any trouble, taking them one by one and before the alarm was raised they have already breached the temples walls. Shades with the gleaming violet eyes and jaws filled with sharp fangs swiftly roamed among the shadows. Keepers of Kaldor fought proudly with the ferocious shades, yet their fall was already sealed by fate. The legend says that the shades were lead by the dragon with shimmering scales and deep blue eyes. From that day Ancano the Prime Consort was known as the blue eyed traitor who lead the Kal'dor to its end. And it was the night when the lights fell from the skies. As the shades plunder the archives grabbing whatever they deemed worth bringing back to their clan, ripping apart whatever was left. Meanwhile the blue eyed traitor headed for the only thing worth his attention. Relic that was his obsession for so many years and what lead him to his end. The Shades reached the main chamber in order to lay they claws on the rune stone themselves, although it would be a great catch to be presented to their leader. Yet they never got it. The legend says that the High Priestess stood on their way, with her children at her sides, all of them protecting the temples more treasured mystery with their own bodies. They did not stand a chance. Ripped to shreds, one by one their bodies collapsed on the marbled ground that now was stained with crimson tears of the High Priestess. Mother grieving for their children. In desperation she tried to use her magic to seal the shades as her soulmate devoured the rune stone absorbing it's powers for himself. She lost everything she had. Her children, her dragons, her home and her love. The legend say that her courage lead her to do what was necessary. The bright light disrupted the night as the Priestess leap forward, piercing her lovers heart with her own horn. The time stooped. Tremors moved the earth and the crackling noise torn apart the silence. The temple trembled seaming to roar in anger and despair. Shades scattered around in panic, desperately trying to run away as they lives escaped them under the crumbling walls and pillars. When the panicked cries silenced and the dust dispersed all that was left were half broken wals and collapsed towers among which stood cracked statues of the Keepers. As Faralda pierced Ancano's chest, her horn shattered the rune-stone he devoured, releasing the magic it once held. She wept and begged the Lightweaver for forgiveness and peace for her children that lied scattered among the cold, crimson floor. She ripped her horn from Ancano's body and looked up in his clouded blue eyes. Both of them still standing up, leaning on one another. She watched as life escaped his surprised gaze and a gentle smile froze on his muzzle as his body turned into cold stone to remain like that for eternity. She could feel as her heart shattered that very moment and her own life came to an end. She froze with her head held high, turned towards the one she loved until the end, her sad empty eyes locked with his, surprised yet relieved gaze. The silence ruled the temple from that day onward. When the news of the night events reached not only other clans but also Lightweaver's ears, they all rushed to the temple to seek for any survivors. But when they arrived Kal'dorei was no more. All that they found was the remains of the marbled temple and crackled statues in finesse poses scattered around the broken walls. The pond in now exposed to the day light main chamber, reflected the sky in it's shallow waters. Collapsed column shattered the pedestal that the rune-stone once lied. In is place stood cracked, marble statue of two Pearlcatchers tangled in their embrace. One with the hole in his chest and one with broken horn. Both of them seemed to look at each other, frozen in time. Cold and soulless statues of Ancano and Faralda. Crimson stained marble reflected scattered around them other statues, twisted in their own way. Some curled up on the floor with their wings broken and pars covering their heads. Other looking like they are ready to leap with their fangs exposed and furrowed noses. The children who payed the ultimate price as they desperately tried to protect their mother. All of them, now frozen in time with the soulless eyes gazing into darkness. The temple was never fixed, instead was left the way it was in its last hours. The statues were cleaned and placed around the ruins to honor the Keepers who died that night. The central statue was never touched, remaining in the exact same spot where they meet their end. They are now surrounded by the circle of their stone children. The place was now bound to serve as a memorial ground and a grim reminder of the events of the night as well as tell the story of the unconditional love of the High Priestess and the greed that overtook the blue eyed Guard's heart. And they all were left there, in their eternal slumber to remain as guardians they always were. But their slumber was never supposed to be eternal. As centuries passed and the marble withered. As moss and wines claimed the ruined land for themselves, the tremors and sound of crackling stone echoed in silence. century by century, one by one the statues crumbled leaving only the dust behind. Finally free from their duty they vanished in the air, yet not all of them were granted the solace of moving on to the world beyond this one. The new legend was born as the sun-kissed priestess came to the ruins for the first time in two thousand years. The one who lived her life in fear came to pay her respect to the forgotten souls of this land. Lesath who only the night prior to this, joined the clan who's territory spread among those lands, was the one who woke him up from his slumber. He couldn't see her nor move from his spot, yet for some unexplained reason he could hear her voice as she talked to whoever was around, He only later discovered that the one she was talking to was the statues surrounding her. He found her annoying at first. Not understanding why would that female, judging by the high pitched voice, would rather talk to stones than to other dragons. He than decided that it's possible that no one else wanted to talk to her, which wasn't to surprising judging by the fact she seemed quite weird. Either way he got used to her coming over and sitting at his marbled paws. He could feel her presence when she stayed silent. He listened to every word she said, every story, every cry that escaped her mouth. He would never dammit that but she grew on him. He heard her laugh as she told him about her days and how beautiful weather was today. And he heard her cry when her heart was broken and her soul bleeding. He felt her presence as she curled up beneath his torso hiding from the world and the grey sky. He felt the rain on his stone back as he sheltered her from the cold drops. He felt anger towards himself for not being able to comfort that small creature that was hurting so much. He cursed himself for being just the pile of rocks. He prayed to the gods to help him tell her that he's here to listen, that he is here for her. But they remained silent. Yet the day come when the gods hear his voice. The day when Lesath ran for her life from the real beast in dragon skin. As she ran among the ruins with panic in her heart, chased by the lone Mirror who's intentions were far from friendly, she meandered between the collapsed walls. She escaped him twice, each time granting herself a new wound that now oozed blood. She ran into the main area, hiding between the statues. She yelped as the Mirror walked out from the shadow, licking his lips and bearing his sharp fangs. Her heart raced in panic and fear as she attempted to fly with her torn wing, but it was no use. She curled up on the ground beneath one of the statues, closing her eyes in fear as the Mirror leaped at gear with his claws and teeth. The lightning hit the ground with a loud bang somewhere nearby. The heart tearing yelp of a dragon echoed around making few birds to fly away from their resting spots. He felt the flesh and bones under his stone paws, he could smell the fear of the creature that his marbled eyes gaze upon. Deep growl escaped his throat as he clamped his jaw at the side of the Mirrors neck before tossing him aside like a broken toy. He watch the dragon run for his life as the crimson liquid that stained his muzzle dripped to the ground. The stone Guardian was awake once again. Matias shouldn't be mistaken for a living creature. He died the night the temple of Kal'dorej crumbled. He remained a stone statue for decades if not centuries and was awaken for god only knows what reasons. Yet he's here with no beating heart in his cracked marble body. He guards the ruins and after Lesath managed to convince him to join the clan, he became the relic keeper. He's rarely seen among other members of the clan, spending most of his time at the ruins claiming its his home ant the only place he can find some piece to think. He seems to only tolerate Lesath at daily basis in bigger doses, everyone else are usually sent off as quickly as possible. There's many rumors about his persona but he never confirmed or denied any of them. He seems oblivious to them but it's way more than likely that he simply chooses to ignore them. He remembers the events of the night he died yet he refuses to speak about it. After all some stories are better left untold. |
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