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- - - ✿ Early Life Skye was born from graceful dragons, whose wings tore through the sky as if they were fish in the water. Skye longed nothing more to be just like they were. She was fascinated by flight from her earliest memories, and she always clapped happily as a child whenever she saw wings piercing through the sky with such confidence and swiftness. Glory be to those who had flight after all, or she was told. Skye simply flapped her wings and told of how great she would become. How couldn't she? She was born of the finest flyers, composed of grace and honor. Surely she would've inherited such brilliance.
The bitter taste of reality sunk deep into her throat, and poisoned her childish heart. The very talons of disappointment raked her confidence, and left her soul to be consumed by the maggots. Skye had expected it be as it was with the other hatchlings, that she would take flight and soar. Her parents watched proudly as their bright daughter took her turn to began her life among the skies. Pride rested upon this, distaste, though, wrapped at the bowels beneath it. And when Skye flapped her wings joyously, she could feel nothing of the air. Try as she might, her wings would not launch into the sky. She felt horribly ashamed and could feel the wafts of fear arising from her parents. Her always care-free mother had suddenly grown concerned, and her eyes narrowed. Her father's fear resided deep within his heart, and Skye, who had a talent for seeing into perplexed eyes, could see it as clear as the moon's fullest.
Skye was rushed immediately to the healers and herbalist of the clan she named home. "To put it simply", many of the healers muttered, hiding their faces in sorrow. "Her wings are useless, the bone that rests within her is far too heavy for her. She'll never fly. No matter how much you train her." Skye cried her own tears, unannounced and pleaded she be cured. Alas, she was disfigured and useless. As she would remain.
A longing for the sky soon arose to a longing for desire within another's heart, since her own had exiled her, and left her starving. She became the mother of many children, to many who she thought loved her so. And for small periods of those mates and relationships, she could feel like she had a purpose: to be as perfect for one person. But they never stayed. Either perusing ambitions far from her capabilities or persuasions from newer mates who weren't mortally impaired. Skye convinced herself that she was undesirable to everyone, and that not even the sky above her would love her. Though, no "sky" did.
Loneliness left her heartbroken, she feared love, she feared closeness. Skye only felt as if she was connected to the sky that mocked her being. She felt beaten and yet loved that taunting figure. So she flew from her clan, and moved to another. Who, once again, found her imperfect by the irreversible consequences of her life. Yet again she changed her clans, as she could not change herself, but no matter where she ran, she felt broken and unloved. A complete disfigured burden that others outcasted from their bitterness. Pitiful Skye, who no one loved for her disgrace of a body.
As she flew the continent she found a runaway from his bloodline. He was rough, made of experience and intelligence. Skye could feel her very being crave for his attention, that even a gaze from those playful eyes from that flirty soul that made her being jump, would complete her day. Casanova took quick interest in the alluring lady to his side as well. He was quick to bow for her and show her the honor she deserved. Skye felt otherwise, but nonetheless, enjoyed the pampering and company of him. He carried this sort of pride, yet he held none of the ego of someone with such.
One faithful night, lying under the stars, Skye uttered the words soulmate to this hardened, though loving, Casanova. The male of honor chuckled, rolled to her, and for once in her lonely lifetime, agreed. And he agreed with the joy of a child, Skye felt loved and content, and felt under the stars beside Casanova was a world she could live in. Within such safety, Skye held him close and confessed her yearning thoughts to take flight over the cliffs. At first Casanova laughed, till the thought hit him strongly, and his grasp on Skye grew tighter as his gaze filled with worry. His voice began to waver as he spoke quietly, he mumbled words sweet and tormented by fear to her. He never wished to let her go that night, as he feared he would lose her.
Though, as rebels must, Casanova later returned to his clan, with plans to finish what he had so carefully planned with his comrades and half-brothers. Before leaving her, he wrapped himself around her, his strong grip unwavering as it held her heavy wings and fragile body. He simply said, "Stay earthbound, love. I would never find you in the skies." And then Casanova left his sorrowful lady.
Woeful terror would soon manifest within her core as she dreaded the absence of her lover. Skye concluded he had not loved her anymore, she was simply a rag that had been used once more. Yet, she felt so eternally compelled to this flirting fool, that she felt as if she could not be deserted by him. She ran endlessly searching for his clan. Skye felt the love between the two waver, as serious as it may of not been, she could not be persuaded away from her emotions. She wept when she felt hopeless, but found meager strength in the love Casanova evoked in her lonesome heart.
And then she found him. She discovered his saved clan, and found him atop responsibilities of it all. When he saw her, he looked confused yet Casanova's heart felt weary at the lackluster love it had experienced through the bleakness of war. And there stood his lady love, demure and brilliant as ever. He rushed to her, his heart fluttering with every touch their bodies made. He loved her, though Skye felt lost and shattered. She noticed the females that looked toward her with pupils of slits and the children running beneath them. Skye tried her hardest to convince herself that it was merely the legacy he was leaving behind. After all, he was the leader of this clan, and he needed heirs for future lineage.
And that was also what Casanova explained, as she lay intertwined with him as they slept. Fear was something Skye felt controlled by though, and found his words hallow and clever. He was a great storyteller, no less. He could make a fool out of her if he so wished, all he had to do was speak with his words graceful and vivid.
Then Casanova shocked his clan. He retired from his position handing the role to Darcy. He vowed to Skye that he would do anything to be with his lady love. Later, the two would leave the clan entirely, out of Skye's growing insecurities and fears. Casanova told his clan that he would make visits to them annually, and that'd he continue to express the journey and tales he had accumulated over the years as a rebellion's leader.
Casanova walked beside Skye everywhere, they slept next to each other, and ate the same meals. They only separated during hunting and gathering, in which Casanova would handle everything. He had wanted the best for lady love. And so the two searched for a clan where Skye would comfortable. Yet, she felt that she had found her belonging right beside him.
Fragile Moth Wings
Insect
It takes a delicate touch to keep these wings from tearing.
17
2
- - - - 🙐 Current Life Now, Skye has found some sense of home within her new clan. She had welcomed warmly and appreciates the admiration and care provided by some of the more caring members. Though, some of this may be granted due to her entrance into the clan as a mother ready to lay eggs at any moment. Casanova finds the children precious, as he does his soulmate, and is ready to protect either against anyone with a foul gaze.
Skye has found a strong bond with the young Sora. As Sora is nearly mute, and Skye finds serenity in the silence. Besides, it doesn't hurt anyone to look at her, as Sora is clearly the most beautiful of the clan. (Casanova would beg to differ.) Sora's gentle soul reflected in her doeful eyes, calms Skye as she expresses her woes. And such a considerate dragoness is always there to listen without hesitance. Skye is immensely personal with her, and entrusts her with her deepest concerns and harshest emotions.
As well as finding friendship, Skye also feels encouraged by Ja'Kea, as the broad leader happily boasts of victory and empowerment. She tells Skye that she was amazing for living as she does: flightless. Ja'Kea finds enormous bravery within Skye, and holds her to standards of such. Yet Ja'Kea isn't the type to pressure one to follow such expectations, she merely accounts them for the greatness she sees one as. Skye finds this a relief, as previous clans and groups had not liked when she was under-preforming, and she could not help it most of the time. She finds Ja'Kea reasonable and logical, and appreciates the guidance and leadership of the clan.
And then there's Allister. Allister is an interesting case, as he often trails behind her when there is an absence of Casanova. He does not speak to her, yet he often returns from searching with pieces of flesh, far rotten and grotesque for Skye's appetite. Yet he delivers them anyways, persistent for her attention. She does like him, though she does pity him. The fear arising from him, does cause her to stick to Casanova's side frequently, and find herself nervous and weary without his presence.
MATE ❤
BEST FRIEND .
LEADER .
CREEP.
aeipathy wrote:
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Meditate
Energy Stone
The caster will focus on the surrounding magical energies, generating a large amount of Breath. Reduces physical damage dealt by 75% for two turns.
25
Required Level: 1
Discipline
Accessory Stone
Grants your Meditate ability a 50% chance to generate twice as much Breath.
600
Required Level: 9
Contuse
Ability Stone
Deals neutral magic damage and weakens the target, decreasing their offensive capabilities.
250
Required Level: 1
Zephyr Acuity Fragment
Augment Stone
When assigned, this fragment empowers one Wind dragon with +2 Intellect.
400
Required Level: 5
Shale Hybrid Fragment
Augment Stone
When assigned, this fragment empowers one Water, Nature, Light, or Wind dragon with +2 Agility and +2 Vitality.
600
Required Level: 10
Empathetic Regeneration
Ability Stone
Surrounds the target in a restorative aura. For a short duration, they will continuously regenerate health. Functions the same as normal regeneration, but with more love!
250
Required Level: 1
Sapphire Flourish Necklace
Apparel
A finely-wrought sapphire necklace.
1400
Sapphire Flourish Tail Clasp
Apparel
A finely-wrought sapphire tail clasp.
1400
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