Azar
(#1815100)
Level 10 Wildclaw
Familiar
Blueridge Greatshell
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.01 m
Wingspan
8.71 m
Weight
495.32 kg
Genetics
Ice
Iridescent
Iridescent
Fire
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Maroon
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Wildclaw
EXP: 1395 / 27676
STR
52
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
25
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Biography
Azar
"Fire"
"Fire"
Infection. Disease. Death.
This is the world that Azar was born in. The icy Wildclaw with the fiery wings was born in the heart of the Scarred Wasteland. Raised on the Rotrock Rim, less than a day’s travel from the Wyrmwound, she saw many horrors early in life. Many outsiders passed through, Plague dragons wishing to prove themselves worthy of their heritage. Most were never seen again. Within her own clan she saw illness, violence, and death almost every day of her life. When she got older, she knew she couldn’t take it any longer.
There had to be more to life than death. So she made the long journey to the Ashfall Waste. She donned a hood to hide her Flight, but the locals remained wary. Life in the Waste was, in many ways, similar to that in the Wasteland. Fires and lava flows ravaged the inhospitable land. Hunting for food was often a struggle and shelter that could truly be considered safe was hard to come by. But life was also different here. It was challenging, yes, but every day didn’t feel like a test of her will to survive. Death was still present, but it wasn’t so pervasive. She took the name Azar, a term for fire from an ancient and mostly forgotten dialect. And she found herself content.
Until she laid eyes upon the most incredible Wildclaw she had ever seen. His body was the same ice as hers, but his wings were as water blue as hers were fire orange. Their chance encounter occurred while both were hunting in the Windswept Plateau. When she discovered that he was a Nature dragon, it made no difference to her. Though Plague and Nature Wildclaws had a long history of animosity, she felt like he completed her, though she had never known that something was missing.
Amazonite, the love of Azar’s life, was a member of the Tuulikki clan, then based in the Plateau. Azar was welcomed with open arms and she began a whole new life. The Windsinger’s domain was lush and full of life. Food was easier to come by and the locals loved to have fun. It was the first time Azar truly felt as if she were living. Then the clan uprooted to move to the Viridian Labyrinth, and Azar had understandable reservations. But she and Amazonite decided together to stay with the clan. Azar has found the new land full of hidden and unexpected beauty. She has come to think of the Labyrinth as home, but frequently keeps her heritage hidden from outsiders.
This is the world that Azar was born in. The icy Wildclaw with the fiery wings was born in the heart of the Scarred Wasteland. Raised on the Rotrock Rim, less than a day’s travel from the Wyrmwound, she saw many horrors early in life. Many outsiders passed through, Plague dragons wishing to prove themselves worthy of their heritage. Most were never seen again. Within her own clan she saw illness, violence, and death almost every day of her life. When she got older, she knew she couldn’t take it any longer.
There had to be more to life than death. So she made the long journey to the Ashfall Waste. She donned a hood to hide her Flight, but the locals remained wary. Life in the Waste was, in many ways, similar to that in the Wasteland. Fires and lava flows ravaged the inhospitable land. Hunting for food was often a struggle and shelter that could truly be considered safe was hard to come by. But life was also different here. It was challenging, yes, but every day didn’t feel like a test of her will to survive. Death was still present, but it wasn’t so pervasive. She took the name Azar, a term for fire from an ancient and mostly forgotten dialect. And she found herself content.
Until she laid eyes upon the most incredible Wildclaw she had ever seen. His body was the same ice as hers, but his wings were as water blue as hers were fire orange. Their chance encounter occurred while both were hunting in the Windswept Plateau. When she discovered that he was a Nature dragon, it made no difference to her. Though Plague and Nature Wildclaws had a long history of animosity, she felt like he completed her, though she had never known that something was missing.
Amazonite, the love of Azar’s life, was a member of the Tuulikki clan, then based in the Plateau. Azar was welcomed with open arms and she began a whole new life. The Windsinger’s domain was lush and full of life. Food was easier to come by and the locals loved to have fun. It was the first time Azar truly felt as if she were living. Then the clan uprooted to move to the Viridian Labyrinth, and Azar had understandable reservations. But she and Amazonite decided together to stay with the clan. Azar has found the new land full of hidden and unexpected beauty. She has come to think of the Labyrinth as home, but frequently keeps her heritage hidden from outsiders.
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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