AeronDrakengaze's dragon Mikado

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Length

8.04 m

Wingspan

8.99 m

Weight

1048.62 kg

Genetics

Banana
Crystal

Fire
Facet

Orange
Glimmer

Hatchday

Dec 12, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

Mikado
Dawn Singer, The Queen's Bishop

He was the first to bring a gift, his feathers sensitive to the magic of Her before even she had cracked open her magma cased egg. A finely crafted pendant of pearl and jade, his own aura and his Dawn Song woven into the metal that held tight the gems on the piece. And then he had joined the vigil of the Clan elders gathered at her nest, sure now of the purpose he meant to entitle at the new hatchling's side.

For a time he had been in the employ of Drakengaze, one of the errand runners between the garden and the Bazaar, quiet and efficient within the Lair. He made things move, he made deliveries, he ate his share and he lay quiet among the other dragons without spinning his tale to them. For certainly all they had known of him was his lonesome song on every Dawn, a waking each of the lair dwellers had come to expect at the beginning of their long working days.

"You have not been so interested in our events before, Mikado." Commented from the coiled Authority, her wings relaxed at her sides while she protected her single firey egg. She was weak, strangely so, and since she had laid she had not risen from the nest. Mikado had noticed this, and he had enlisted himself as her errander, slithering attentively for rations and water when the Leader remarked her needs. He had for the first month been the only dragon permitted beyond the wall of fur and snarl that were the Gaolers.

"Perhaps I have not, ma'am. But before there was no calling for me to be." He had answered, blossoming easily into conversation with the one who had built the Lair he was employed in. The one who protected the very concept of the place with her being. "It has before now been quite enough to simply dwell and work within your Charge."

"Ah, you are insightful." The Leader had laughed, awaking the pile of feather and fur that was her mate, the Leader of the second most powerful faction in the Clan. Carantogen had lifted his crest curiously to listen to the talk. "Not so many understand that Drakengaze is my Charge."

"And I expect fewer would understand how Clan Lumisce's emergence has strained you and made your charge quite tired." Mikado had sung, the way Coatls do, his insight further. A pointed dart of his icy eyes upon the half stone would-be-usurper. "I confess that I do not understand why you would align with a Carrier of Light in making your Heir."

"Calmly now, my singing friend. He has only been worried for the wellbeing of the Lair since he was brought to it. He too feels my waning." The guardian had lowered her head to be nearer to the bristling coatl, her horns glimmering with her runes, "I am no longer the Authority that my Charge needs. It is in my power to bring the next though. Just as it is in your power to guide them, to protect them. To become one of their elders."

"I will be the bishop of your Heir. I can accept this role." Mikado hadn't hesitated, accepting and naming himself the Title he would come to bear. He would teach the Queen when she came, he would train her in all he knew and he would remain her retainer and friend. This was with every fiber of his feathered being he knew. "I will remain at the side of the Heir, ma'am. And until it comes I will serve you as Loyal."

"Gatlefain!" Roared upon the day of her birth, with the others. With all the others, the nesting grounds had felt so crowded in the last few days she had been in her egg. The Makers, the Engineers, the Mages, the Lorekeepers and the Alchemist and even the reclusive Clan Lumisce had descended the vents to see Her birth. He had been allowed the privilege to see Her first, so close to Her parents now that he too had taken to warming the nest. He'd been unprepared for the strike of her deep magic when she tumbled like any hatchling would've from her egg.

"Gatlefain." He'd whispered, awe and loyalty and horror in his voice. She was so much more than any other Hatchling, her subtle power all encompassing his feathers and overwhelming the insecurities and depths of his own mind. The eyes of Her were all knowing, too focused and not lost enough to be so young. Something else was inside the body of what looked like a Guardian, something wrong and unkind. Something he would serve.

"My Queen, Gatlefain." His oath in soft tones, he the first to bow to Her. The rest of the Lair would follow suit, a waver of their pride and strength in the realization they were in the presence of something new. They were in the presence of Her.

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