Octavian
(#18577842)
Single Father of Two Immortal Children
Pookie
Swamp Wolf
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.53 m
Wingspan
4.78 m
Weight
562.78 kg
Genetics
Gold
Jaguar
Jaguar
Crimson
Shimmer
Shimmer
Gold
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 93306 / 104563
STR
85
AGI
8
DEF
7
QCK
52
INT
5
VIT
11
MND
5
Biography
Octavian's History
Obtained from Narikine of Old Oaks Sanctuary. (2/10/2023)
Changed From Ridgeback to Pearlcatcher. (2/14/2023)
Changed from Crystal to Jaguar. (2/15/2023)
Removed Gembond Gene. (2/15/2023)
Added Peacock Gene. (2/16/2023)
Taffy and Moose became wards of Octavian. (2/17/2023)
Octavian Founded the Eternal Vale. (2/18/2023)
Octavian Reunited with Myria. (2/21/2023)
Octavian's eyes were changed to Dark Scalea. (5/9/2023)
Octavian's Story I
Octavian's life was a long and tragic one, losing 5 children and 2 mates to the elemental wars. In a bid to understand his loss, he wandered the Lightweaver's territories, his birthplace in search of answers, about the wars, about the Lightweaver, anything.
He needed a change, it felt as though his loss and sorrow had seeped into his very being, as though his bad experiences and he were one and the same. He had always been jealous of the Pearlcatchers and their love of the Lightweaver, it was as though they had some special bond that he as a ridgeback lacked...
He had thought that he might feel something different as a Pearlcatcher. He was different, he did feel different, but he didn't feel like he had thought Pearlcatchers felt. It wasn't bad, it felt more true to him, and the little things made him happy. Maybe he didn't have a special connection with the Lightweaver, maybe he never would. He was starting to truly accept what he had felt, there is nothing intrinsically special about the Lightweaver, nothing intrinsically good about any of the Gods.
Maybe the other Pearlcatchers would never truly accept him, he didn't have a pearl, well, not in the way they had one. His pearl was not born with him, it was a compression of the gems that came from his ridgeback skins as he changed, done for him by a kind young earth dragon in the Misty Cliffs. Even without the pearl, Ridgebacks are big, even the small ones, he was never big for a Ridgeback but he was huge for a Pearlcatcher. That was something they give him funny looks for, but he was starting to understand that it wasn't anything wrong with him, many Pearlcatchers were very insecure about themselves, as a Ridgeback and even now he admired their delicate beauty, but many were resentful of how grand Imperials and even other non-Light dragons such as Ridgebacks or Obilesks were. Instead of resenting the God who made them that way, many Pearlcathcers took it out on those grand dragons. What shocked him is that while they were so spiteful about their small size and scale, many Pearlcatchers tore down even other Pearlcatchers who deviated in size or look.
One thing that came from his change was his fears, as a Ridgeback he had hated water, feared it even. But now... he didn't feel much of anything about it. He had started exploring areas he had never gone to in the Lightweaver's domain due to his fear of getting wet. They were beautiful, he had gone to the Misty Cliff to thank the earth dragon, Kiyoko for creating his artificial pearl, and the beauty of the light and mist creating rainbows was breathtaking before he hadn't even been able to enter the Cliffs.
While exploring the eastern rivers and lakes, Octavian happened across a bog. Truth be told, Octavian was still nervous about the bogs, but he wanted to at least see what they were like, so he steeled himself and tried to at least get to the heart of the bog.
It felt like he had been exploring the bog for weeks at this point, and he felt like he had made no progress until he smelled something... Sweet? Did someone live here? that would be wonderful! someone who could guide him through the swamp! He followed the smell, but no den became apparent. A rustle! he turned and carefully plodded toward the noise.
He had found them in a clearing, two snapper hatchlings, the smell had been coming from them. To be exact two separate smells, the robin and pearl one smelled like squished blueberries... or maybe raspberries? the black and white one smelled like...Chocolate with a hint of lemon. They had no food, maybe they had recently eaten? Either way, he had to find their parents, but, no matter how much he inquired they didn't talk, he had wandered with them for hours and the smells hadn't faded, and at this point, they weren't going to share their names so he took to calling the small one Taffy and the large one Moose.
He wandered for days with them, living off the land while trying to herd and feed the two hatchlings. No one had come looking for them, and they refused to leave the swamp, he couldn't leave them, nor did they want him to leave. He had made a makeshift den out of fallen logs and brush. He hoped that their parents would find them, but he supposed if they didn't he wouldn't mind finally being able to raise a clutch.
It had been months, as far as he was concerned he was their Father now, and they seemed to agree. There was something odd about the swamp, but he hadn't felt so at home in a long time. They never stopped smelling like food, which wasn't great for his efforts to stop them from getting eaten by every hostile swamp resident, but he had gotten stronger, he could finally protect them.
A shadow dragon was in the swamp. Not too powerful, but they made no effort to mask their presence in hostile territory. It was heading straight toward them...Closer...Closer...
He was ready. He stood in a battle stance, ready for an attack. He could hear their wings flapping, he could see them! They were shouting? His vision went black as he felt a heavy weight slam into his head.
It was Myria, an old friend from before he returned to the Light Territories, she had slammed headfirst into him and she looked different now, she was a Nocturne and her patterns were wildly different. He was confused, surely she hadn't come here to see him? They were close but for her to scour all of the lands? No. She hadn't. She had been banished from the realms of Earth, Arcane, Water, Fire, and Plague. Every Flight other than Light had a bounty for her so here she was in Light Territories, she had of course never been here and had no clue what she was doing, so quickly after crossing the borderlands she had smelled Mooseand flown into the swamp assuming he was some sort of sweet.
Caring for the Hatchlings had been difficult on his own, it was a two-dragon job to care for a clutch, it seemed Myria was here to stay, and while the extra help was nice, she presented different problems. He couldn't leave her alone to care for them for more than a few hours, because the Hatchlings and her both had the inane idea that enough candy was a good meal and not an unhealthy snack.
Octavian's life was a long and tragic one, losing 5 children and 2 mates to the elemental wars. In a bid to understand his loss, he wandered the Lightweaver's territories, his birthplace in search of answers, about the wars, about the Lightweaver, anything.
He needed a change, it felt as though his loss and sorrow had seeped into his very being, as though his bad experiences and he were one and the same. He had always been jealous of the Pearlcatchers and their love of the Lightweaver, it was as though they had some special bond that he as a ridgeback lacked...
He had thought that he might feel something different as a Pearlcatcher. He was different, he did feel different, but he didn't feel like he had thought Pearlcatchers felt. It wasn't bad, it felt more true to him, and the little things made him happy. Maybe he didn't have a special connection with the Lightweaver, maybe he never would. He was starting to truly accept what he had felt, there is nothing intrinsically special about the Lightweaver, nothing intrinsically good about any of the Gods.
Maybe the other Pearlcatchers would never truly accept him, he didn't have a pearl, well, not in the way they had one. His pearl was not born with him, it was a compression of the gems that came from his ridgeback skins as he changed, done for him by a kind young earth dragon in the Misty Cliffs. Even without the pearl, Ridgebacks are big, even the small ones, he was never big for a Ridgeback but he was huge for a Pearlcatcher. That was something they give him funny looks for, but he was starting to understand that it wasn't anything wrong with him, many Pearlcatchers were very insecure about themselves, as a Ridgeback and even now he admired their delicate beauty, but many were resentful of how grand Imperials and even other non-Light dragons such as Ridgebacks or Obilesks were. Instead of resenting the God who made them that way, many Pearlcathcers took it out on those grand dragons. What shocked him is that while they were so spiteful about their small size and scale, many Pearlcatchers tore down even other Pearlcatchers who deviated in size or look.
One thing that came from his change was his fears, as a Ridgeback he had hated water, feared it even. But now... he didn't feel much of anything about it. He had started exploring areas he had never gone to in the Lightweaver's domain due to his fear of getting wet. They were beautiful, he had gone to the Misty Cliff to thank the earth dragon, Kiyoko for creating his artificial pearl, and the beauty of the light and mist creating rainbows was breathtaking before he hadn't even been able to enter the Cliffs.
While exploring the eastern rivers and lakes, Octavian happened across a bog. Truth be told, Octavian was still nervous about the bogs, but he wanted to at least see what they were like, so he steeled himself and tried to at least get to the heart of the bog.
It felt like he had been exploring the bog for weeks at this point, and he felt like he had made no progress until he smelled something... Sweet? Did someone live here? that would be wonderful! someone who could guide him through the swamp! He followed the smell, but no den became apparent. A rustle! he turned and carefully plodded toward the noise.
He had found them in a clearing, two snapper hatchlings, the smell had been coming from them. To be exact two separate smells, the robin and pearl one smelled like squished blueberries... or maybe raspberries? the black and white one smelled like...Chocolate with a hint of lemon. They had no food, maybe they had recently eaten? Either way, he had to find their parents, but, no matter how much he inquired they didn't talk, he had wandered with them for hours and the smells hadn't faded, and at this point, they weren't going to share their names so he took to calling the small one Taffy and the large one Moose.
He wandered for days with them, living off the land while trying to herd and feed the two hatchlings. No one had come looking for them, and they refused to leave the swamp, he couldn't leave them, nor did they want him to leave. He had made a makeshift den out of fallen logs and brush. He hoped that their parents would find them, but he supposed if they didn't he wouldn't mind finally being able to raise a clutch.
It had been months, as far as he was concerned he was their Father now, and they seemed to agree. There was something odd about the swamp, but he hadn't felt so at home in a long time. They never stopped smelling like food, which wasn't great for his efforts to stop them from getting eaten by every hostile swamp resident, but he had gotten stronger, he could finally protect them.
A shadow dragon was in the swamp. Not too powerful, but they made no effort to mask their presence in hostile territory. It was heading straight toward them...Closer...Closer...
He was ready. He stood in a battle stance, ready for an attack. He could hear their wings flapping, he could see them! They were shouting? His vision went black as he felt a heavy weight slam into his head.
It was Myria, an old friend from before he returned to the Light Territories, she had slammed headfirst into him and she looked different now, she was a Nocturne and her patterns were wildly different. He was confused, surely she hadn't come here to see him? They were close but for her to scour all of the lands? No. She hadn't. She had been banished from the realms of Earth, Arcane, Water, Fire, and Plague. Every Flight other than Light had a bounty for her so here she was in Light Territories, she had of course never been here and had no clue what she was doing, so quickly after crossing the borderlands she had smelled Mooseand flown into the swamp assuming he was some sort of sweet.
Caring for the Hatchlings had been difficult on his own, it was a two-dragon job to care for a clutch, it seemed Myria was here to stay, and while the extra help was nice, she presented different problems. He couldn't leave her alone to care for them for more than a few hours, because the Hatchlings and her both had the inane idea that enough candy was a good meal and not an unhealthy snack.
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