Ancilla
(#19312684)
Level 7 Snapper
Familiar
Zeeba
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.41 m
Wingspan
2.37 m
Weight
5954.99 kg
Genetics
Coal
Vipera
Vipera
Lavender
Peregrine
Peregrine
Coal
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Snapper
EXP: 279 / 11881
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
9
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
ANCILLA
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Ancilla and her three brothers were very good helpers at the Cloakscreen Company while they were young. The four Snapper children helped deliver new stacks of paper and make ink for the newspaper writers. The great Dominance Battle of Fire and Ice made the headlines for days beyond counting. Soon the Cloakscreen dragons, both the temporary homeless guests and permanent residents, had begun to disappear. As it turns out, the forces of Ice and Fire were kidnapping younglings and adults alike from all parts of Sornieth to send off to their war for dominance. All three of Ancilla's brothers were victims of this, exalted to the Icewarden. Ancilla was inconsolable, and her parents were distraught. The company mourned and published obituaries for a dozen dragons from near and far who had died in the war the Icewarden's soldiers had one. Life went on as normal. Then, one day, Ancilla's parents said they were going to meet up with an old friend in the Southern Icefields. She begged them not to go, but her mother winked and promised that they would return soon. Two more to the Icewarden's ranks. Ancilla, now an adolescent, has developed a bitter hatred for the Ice Flight. She is leaving home to train her Shadow magics, hoping to best any Ice dragon who dares to stand up to her. Her desire is to take revenge on the entire flight, and her hope is that other dragons who had been hurt by any member of Ice will join with her and declare a mass war on them. The clan was wary. There was an anger within Ancilla that the dragons could detect. Though they knew not the cause just yet, they were careful to not anger her; after all, it was rude to make a guest mad. Shagaru set about to chat idly with Ancilla, letting her know she would be welcomed and unharmed. He inquired about her travels and learned she had only just left. The clan's leader also learned about her intents, and thought it best to quietly allow the ice dragons in his clan to hide away until this visitor left, hopefully soon. Until then, he made sure the shadow dragon was given a comfortable stay in his clan. Before she left, the dragons decided to give her some armor in case she ran into a fight, and a hood to help keep her warm for the inevitable travel to The Southern Icefield. When she first arrived, she was greeted by a gold and white tundra that had given her the tour of the dens, introduced her to the kind healer, the sorrowful guard with eyes of deep blue, and to the two imperials of the clan. The first one was massive and moved in a fluid and graceful manner that made him seem more dangerous than if someone had told her what he was. The other one was from Ice. The imperial had fled the moment Ancilla attacked, fleeing towards the guard den. She'd been stopped then, by an old ridgeback with scars littering her ice colored hide. Behind her, the imperial she'd been after cowered, staring at the angry snapper with wide icy eyes, absolutely terrified. She had found herself backing down, and realized by the suddenly cold and hostile air around her that she was no longer welcome here. The tundra from before had told her good luck on her travels, given her food for the trip, and told her to be careful of the beastclans she would surely encounter once she left. In the Shifting Expanse, across the hostile sands and humming electric dunes, Ancilla stumbled across her next encounter with a clan. Made alert by her presence and imposing appearance, the border scouts avoided contacting her and left to inform their warriors of the presence of a potential threat. Numinex, the oldest and foremost defender of the clan, was elected to confront the snapper. Instead, though, Numinex found Ancilla to be a different kind of dangerous. He could immediately sense her wild hatred and unbridled energy, dark and volatile, purposeful but with no direction. He saw her potential. This rogue anomaly was invited to accompany him to his clan, the offer carrying the promise of training, a mentorship. She accepted the offer, and was presented before the Crown Matriarch and her advisers. They permitted her presence. Numinex was startled to learn that, despite her ambient energy and untapped potential, Ancilla had received next to no training in the art of battle. Determined to help her hone her aggression into a weapon, Numinex brought her out to the largely uninhabited highlands and began working with her. First he taught her the basics, then some of the more advanced techniques, ways to single out targets and eliminate them without tiring yourself. Ancilla was eager to train, and an exceptional student. Among the warriors of this clan there was no hostility, no lecturing her on the wrongs of her intended path, only an acceptance and a willingness to provide her with the knowledge of battle she would need for her inevitable return to the southern icefields. Both Ancilla and Numinex realized. however, that the physical aspect of Ancillas training could only be taken so far. Her talent and focus was on shade magic, something neither Numinex nor the dragons under his command could teach. While magic users existed in the clan, they were not open to revealing their secrets, even to someone so well endorsed. Laputa, the adviser under which all arcane practices were overseen, outright rejected the request even at Numinex's urgings. Enraged at the rejection, Ancilla prepared for her departure, rebuking all efforts by the warriors to comfort her or convince her to stay. If there was no way to continue her training here, than there was no reason to stay. Her journey would have to carry her elsewhere to sate the hunger for vengeance she craved. After wandering far and wide, now far more confident in her skills and feeling more prepared than ever, Ancilla ended up in the Southern Icefields. But she wasn't afraid, letting her anger warm her as the chill tried to seep into her bones. She was hyped up, angry and itching to go. Feeling ready to unleash her hatred. Feeling ready to start the massive task of revenge. So when she ran into a pack of dragons out hunting, Ice dragons at that, she attacked. But she had, apparently, overestimated her skill just a bit. The leader of the pack, a dragon with anger that rivaled her own, beat her down without hesitation. And the defeat was humiliating. She cursed at them, more furious than ever, and was met with silent judgement. And, oddly enough, a helping hand. The very dragon that had beaten her down voiced her amusement at the whole ordeal and offered to let her stay with them. At least until the deep gashes in her leg could heal. Though it went against her very being, Ancilla agreed. Albeit quite reluctantly. But facts were facts - if she wandered off on her own, she could very well end up dead. With such deep wounds, she'd be lucky walk away with only scars. No matter how humiliating it was, to be viewed as some puny, amusing little furious beast, Ancilla knew that she could not avenge anything if she was dead. And the days she spent with the Ice dragons were bitter. It was a struggle not to attack them and she refused to admit that she, as time passed, actually came to enjoy the company of a few. The dragon that'd first beaten her down, Eydis, spent a considerable amount of time talking to her. Ancilla never replied, but she couldn't help but listen. Listened to tales of boundless anger and reckless battles and unattainable goals. It was odd, to hear of anger that was as big as her own. To know that someone else out there was as furious as she was. But it didn't matter. They were Ice dragons and the only reason she did not attack was due to her injury and the knowledge that she would, without a doubt, be killed if she tried. It inspired her, however, to work harder. Learn more. Become stronger. As soon as she was decently healed, she left. She didn't look back, didn't care if it was rude to merely get up and leave. Though, the massive scars she took with her served as a memory. So surely, she would never forget her defeat. Would never forget the humiliation that came with being struck down so easily. And Ancilla vowed that it would never happen again. Ancilla decided, after that failure of a trip, to return to her home in the Tangled Wood. The Cloakscreen Company was bustling as usual. The company heads welcomed her back, and she made herself at home in the staff's dorm wing. Of course, the welcome and cheers were short lived: a few Ice dragons had since made their home in the Company, and every single one of them was tiny. She took a snap at one of the Skydancers as he fluttered about his business and almost stomped the Nocturne treasurer to death when he made the mistake of drawing near. Now, one of the company heads was Lior, the Guardian who called every member of the company her charge. When she heard of this atrocity, she was furious. Lior took Ancilla aside and spoke to her sternly: if she wasn't going to respect every member of the company, then she could go elsewhere. Ancilla argued, "Ice dragons don't deserve respect, not after what they did to my entire family!" "My clan members did nothing to your family," Lior pointed out. "Don't blame them for crimes they didn't commit." Ancilla sat outside by herself in the darkness, thinking about those words. None of the Ice dragons she had encountered since leaving home had done any harm to her family, or anyone else she knew. She grieved her kidnapped brothers, about the parents who went on vacation and never came home. Was violence against the entire flight really the answer? What else would stop the pain of losing her loved ones? Begrudgingly, she apologized to the small dragons she had attempted to injure earlier, apologized to Lior, and then went on her way. She would have to keep her eyes open, though... the Gladekeeper was struggling for dominance with none other than the Icewarden and his forces. And Ancilla did try to overcome it, but decades of hate are not so easily buried. Still did she long to become powerful, powerful enough to protect her loved ones and reap vengeance on those who had wronged them. So she went to the Plaguelands, because where better to train your endurance and your strength than a massive wasteland, where only the strongest survive? (Hint: Nowhere) To her horror though, she was yet no match for the monstrous plague-beings, even despite her mighty strength. Fortunately, a passing clan rescued her, and though the shame and humiliation burned at her soul, she let them heal her, if a bit begrudgingly. Not that she would have had much a choice. Her healer was a stern, spiteful thing, sneering at everyone and everything and taking no nonsense from anyone. Ancilla was... shocked, to say the least, if only because his simmering hatred was so familiar. It was the hatred she saw in herself everyday. She learned Septimius' story- how his current clan had murdered his family in the Viridian Labyrinth, then kidnapped him and were now holding him hostage; not that he would try to escape anyway, seeing as he had nothing left to return to. Venom dripped from his words as he spoke, but there was a hopelessness in his eyes, the set of his shoulders speaking grief. It was horrific. ... Did she look that way, to others? Did they see her like that, nothing but an angry mass of misery and violence? ... it was an eye opener. She spent simply one night with Septimius, though neither did it for love. It was comforting though, the two of them against the world, if only in that moment. But soon it was time to be off, with a fair few pennies for thought. [Continue her story here!]  |
Thank you for taking me in! I’m a traveler from Aeranautics’s lair! If you think it’s time for me to move on from your lair, I’d love it if you sent me home, or sent me back sightseeing in the Loved Ones Sightseeing with Tales thread. I can also stay at that thread’s Hostel if you don't have space for more travelers. Lairs Visited: Aeranautics, 80182 Shagaru, 144348 TwistedRae, 100874 Ambrose, 48359 MightyVildaTilda, 206487 Onepebble, 172282 Aeranautics, 80182 (visiting home) Belongings:
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